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He nodded frantically, then whimpered in protest when I pulled my thumb free and sat up.
“Take your shirt off,” I ordered.
His hands were trembling as he obeyed without hesitation. I saw the aroused flush staining his chest and throat as I snatched the shirt from him with a feral grin. It was that expensive, stretchy, moisture-wicking material. I was probably going to ruin it, and the thought sent vicious satisfaction stabbing through my belly.
Grabbing his arms, I lifted them over his head and used his shirt to deftly tie his wrists to the corner post. Crossbody let me without a word of protest, shuddering, his hips straining up to rub his throbbing cock against mine.
“Is this what you want?” I asked roughly, grinding my dick against his. “You want me to put you in your fucking place, your highness?”
“Yes,” he whispered in a trembling voice, wrists twisting in their restraints. “Please.”
I lowered my head to scrape my teeth over his pec, the muscle pulled taut. Crossbody moaned breathlessly, writhing beneath me. I shifted off his lap to settle between his thighs as I bit lower, this time on his side, then his hip bone, just above the waistband of his shorts. His head fell back with a weak cry, hips straining up and knees dropping open wide.
I curled my fingers under the fabric and grinned in rabid satisfaction when he whimpered and immediately lifted his hips again so I could tug his shorts and jock down. My dick jerked with a gush of pre-cum when I shoved them over his feet and chucked them away as his knees fell open again, displaying everything to me.
His hard cock curved over his belly, flushed and dripping, the ring through the head winking under the spotlights. His balls were pulled tight already, and I could see how smooth he was aside from the little patch of dark golden hair at the base of his cock.
His long legs were quaking as he spread them wide, and I found my hands sliding up his inner thighs and squeezing to feel the muscles twitch beneath my palms.
“You threw that pathetic little tantrum about me doing the Rim Jab on you, but I bet it was because you knew you’d get hard from it, right?” I said, my voice rough and gravelly. “You want my tongue on you, don’t you?”
He whimpered, his cock straining up off his belly before smacking back down. “Yes.”
“Are you going to say sorry for being such a reckless prick last week?”
“I’m sorry,” he said desperately, his hips writhing and clear, shiny trails running down his abs from the pre-cum pulsing from his cock. “Please, Vince.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry,” he cried. “Just please—”
“What about all the times you spoke to me like I was fucking beneath you? Like I was less than you?” I lashed his cock once with my tongue, from base to tip, and he choked on a breath as his head ground back into the corner post, pulling his neck taut.
“I’m s-sorry,” he moaned. “I d-didn’t—You’re not—”
“Admit that you’re a condescending asshole.” I licked a stripe along the top of his thigh, making it quake even harder.
“I’m… I’m a c-condescending asshole.” His flushed chest was heaving, his nipples pulled into tight little points, so I slid my tongue higher to flick one with the tip. He cried out, shuddering with pleasure. “Vince.”
“Do you need me to put you in your place?” I asked, breathing hard, unable to stop myself from dipping my head to scrape my teeth over his nipple.
He nodded desperately, lips parted around his panting breaths.
“Say it.”
“I n-need you to put me in my place.” He swallowed and added in a whisper, “Please.”
A wicked grin of satisfaction spread across my face. “Good boy.”
His breath caught when I fisted the base of his cock, tilting it up, and then he moaned gutturally as I sucked him into my mouth. A groan tore from me before I could stop it, the feel of him pulsing against my tongue making my own cock buck in my shorts, leaking profusely.
I stroked the base of him in time as I started to bob my head, sucking him hard and fast. He began to shake wildly, pumping his hips up in desperation to thrust his cock into my mouth, so I sucked up to the tip and lifted my head.
“Don’t fucking move,” I snarled. “You don’t get to take more than what I decide to give you.”
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, hips twitching as he fought to keep them still. “P-please… I’ll be good. I—”
“I know you will,” I said in a low voice, then sucked on the weeping tip of his cock and played with his piercing until a shuddering moan tore from him. “Look at me.”
