His approval… Desperate for it, I stroked up his legs, to his hips. With him buried in my throat, my nose pressed to his pelvis, I gripped the top of his ass.
My lungs protested at the absence of oxygen, my diaphragm bellowing at me, smoldering, stoking a fire, but I shoved the discomfort away.
I was willing to do anything for him.
If he wanted me to choke to death, I would.
Having cut off my breathing myself, in fear of missing one droplet of his cum, I peered up at him.
The wild, untamed, utterly uncontrolled need in his expression held me in place.
“Such a good boy,” he muttered, his praise sending a shudder through me. “But I will not deprive you of your reward anymore.” Cupping my cheek, he soothed the fire blazing in my lungs from the lack of air. “You took your punishment well.”
My groan came out as an obscene mumble around him, drool trickling past my lip corners.
The syllables and vowels of my name coming out of his mouth…they stroked my cock like a fist.
Gedeon tugged the ends of my hair. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Okay, it might have been my hand pumping me, not his voice. But his words had certainly fueled me.
A thousand minuscule stings bloomed across my scalp as he yanked me away, his length sliding out an inch.
I sucked in a hurried inhale, blinking away the forming tears, but refused to allow him to pop out of my mouth.
“You have my permission to suck,” he barked gruffly, yet with an aura of authority. I clung to his denim-clad legs to have my hands on something, if not on myself. Reclining in his chair, he released me. “Do not make me revoke it.”
Gripping his thighs like my life depended on it, I bobbed my head, sucking in a way that made grunts flee him as he struggled to remain still and not thrust.
So I tripled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks, driving him into a frenzy, and?—
His hips lifted.
His spine locked.
He shoved me down onto him, and I happily obliged, eager for?—
His cock stiffened. Hot cum spurted into my throat, and the flavor of him, a blend of bitterness, saltiness, and sweetness, the opposing tastes and the mess he was making of me…
I would have done anything to make it last.
“Swallow every drop,” he grunted. “Every single one.”
With my knees numb from spending gods knew how long on them, but the pain so far away it didn’t register, I sought to quench my thirst by swallowing again and again, savoring the flow ofhimdown my esophagus.
He withdrew, chuckling as I leaped to lick his tip. Using his thumb, he gathered the saliva coating my lips and pushed his digit into my mouth. “So beautiful.”
Lowering onto my heels, I seized my thighs to distract myself from the tension in my balls. The need to come had reached levels so high, I was going to go mad if he didn’t release me from his command.
“Can I fuck her?” I rasped, the damage he’d inflicted on my throat of a bruising kind.
His dark eyes flicked over my head, and I followed, finding Kali half-slumped in the restraints, her body gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Heavy-lidded, she watched us, but not a sound left her.
Gedeon ripped the belt out of the loops of his jeans. The clang of the buckle reverberated off the walls as he discarded the instrument on the table.
“It’s ‘mayI fuck her,’ Zion.” Zipping himself up and buttoning his pants once more, he rose from his seat. “But you have been a good boy. Obedient. You can fill her up as your reward.” He extended a hand to me. “Come.”
With his dry palm in my clammy one, he led me to her hanging in the ropes.
