Page 24 of His Incubus Husband

All coy, he dropped his hands into his lap and looked up.

“Are you satisfied, Sir Oswald?”

Oswald rubbed his thumb over Valentino’s swollen lips. “For now.”

Valentino kissed his thumb.

“I’m asking again. What are you?”

“Today, I’m your fuckhole. I’ll be an obedient, innocent sweetheart in love or an eager cockslut. Or both. Whatever you want.”

Oswald chuckled, shaking his head at the offer. “But only today.”

“I don’t know what the future holds, Sir Oswald. I’m here to please you now.”

How philosophical.

“Follow me, then. I need to take care of a few emails.”

Oswald led the way to his study and sat in his tall, leather chair. Valentino trailed a step behind him and paused by the desk, waiting for the next command.

“Stay at my feet.” It was a humiliating request—Oswald wanted to know how far Valentino would go. The omega didn’t flinch. A sweet smile adorned his boyish face as he lowered himself to the floor and curled up on his side. He pressed his lips to Oswald’s ankle and folded his arms under his head. He closed his eyes. He lay still like a dog at his master’s feet.

Oswald blinked.

Was the omega for real?

Valentino remained unmoving the entire time Oswald worked. More than an hour later, Oswald nudged him with his foot. Valentino looked up.

“Yes, Sir Oswald?”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, Sir Oswald.”

“Sore? Stiff?”

“No, Sir Oswald.”

“Up.”

Valentino stood like a soldier, except his lace bodysuit was as far from military attire as one could get.

“Show me your ass in this thing.”

Valentino turned and pushed his ass out, bending over Oswald’s desk. One ass cheek had a mark on the side, an impression from the rough carpet. Oswald patted it.

Gorgeous, round ass, perfect palmfuls.

“I want to see your hole.”

The omega bent lower, curved his spine, and spread his thighs. His ass cheeks parted, revealing a smooth crease. The string of fabric wedged there widened into a small lace flower right over the pucker. Oswald couldn’t resist. He pulled on it and released it, and the flower smacked over Valentino’s hole.

Valentino yelped then sighed. Oswald did it again.

The little minx liked it.

Oswald opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. He cut the thong just above the flower.