Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I hear the drawer, and then a beautifully naked James is climbing onto the bed, dick half hard.
“Fuck, you’re such a sexy little slut,” I tell him, and I swear, I can see him tremble.
“I like being your slut,” he admits. “It feels dirty, and I want to be that with you.”
“That’s because we’re each other’s dirty little secret, remember? And you are dirty, my dirty, slutty boy who would spread his legs for me anytime and anywhere I asked, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What if I wanted to fuck you on your office desk at work? Would you let me?” He reaches for his cock, and I add, “No. I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet.”
“But I need to.”
“You need to do what I tell you. Now answer the question. Would you let me fuck you on your office desk?”
“Yes, Sir. God help me, but I would.”
I can’t stop the smile from pulling at my lips. He is…perfect. So fucking eager for control and cock.
“I would sit in your office chair and make you get under your desk and suck me off. You want to do that for me? Want to be on the floor under your desk while you choke on your younger Dominant’s dick?”
“I would do it all day if you wanted me to,” he answers breathlessly, and I wonder how I’m going to make it out of this still whole. He’s already splintering me apart, making me ache for him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“That’s because you’re such a hungry little slut. I think I’ll make you work with a plug up your ass one day. I’ll sit in your classroom while you teach and be the only one who knows you’re full, that you’re stretching your ass for me.” I’m talking to him like we’re actually going to have sex again. All this is supposed to be hypothetical, but none of it feels that way.
“Yes, Sir. Please do it, Sir,” he begs, his words pinging all the right receptors inside me.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch him. “You beg so beautifully.” It’s killing me not to be in the same room with him right now. “Get some lube on your hand and stroke yourself. Remember, you can’t come until I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, plucking the bottle from the mattress and pumping some into his hand. He goes straight for his cock, tugging on the thick, beautiful piece of meat like his life depends on it.
“The things I would do to you if I was there, little dreamer. I would bring you to the edge over and over and not let you come all night.”
“Please, I need to come,” he says, voice soft like he doesn’t want to take the risk of anyone hearing him.
“You will. How long has it been for you?”
“Eleven days. I’m already close.”
“Then I need you to stop.” He strokes a few more times before I say, “Now. If you don’t, then you’ll disappoint me.”
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his hand away. “I want it, Sir.”
“I know you do. The wait will be worth it, I promise. Let me see that pretty hole of yours. I’ve missed it. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”
“How do you want me?”
“Such a good boy, asking your Dom for clarification when you’re not sure what to do. You’re so very good at this. Twist the phone a little so you can stand beside the bed and bend over. It’s your job to spread your cheeks for me, pull them real far apart so I can see your cute, pink ring.”
What I want is my tongue in it. I want to eat him out until he’s a mess of nothing but want and need. I’d like to draw him to the edge but not let him take the plunge, over and over and over again, all with my face in that perfect, sexy ass of his.
“Yes, Sir.”
James does as told, bending right over, one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them apart for me. There’s a light dusting of dark hair there, which makes my balls throb. I love when a man doesn’t shave his ass. It’s so masculine and sexy.
“Do you like it, Sir?”
“I like it very much. I could sit here all night and admire you…but we don’t have a lot of time. My boy has a bedtime to keep.”
Something about what I said makes his knees buckle and a soft whimper fall from his lips.
“Can you use one of your hands to play with your hole for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, slipping a finger between his cheeks and rubbing his rim. James makes hungry sounds as he does, needy and turned on, every single one of them making my dick grow harder.
“Use some lube and finger yourself.”
Without hesitation, James obeys. There’s nothing that gets me as hot as a sub who thrives off doing what they’re told, and James has that quality in spades.