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)
“You weren’t late,” he says again. “And it’s not only your responsibility to make sure we’re prepared. It’s mine too. I’m not going to fuck you yet, but I am going to make you come. We’ll take the edge off, and then I’ll take you upstairs to continue.”
I hate the way I sag in relief, the way I need to know I didn’t fail him. That’s one thing I can’t handle—failure of any kind. “Yes, Sir.”
He offers a small smile. He’s so different from any Dom I’ve ever played with, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Something about him has me on edge—not in a bad way, not because I think he’ll hurt me or anything like that, but he’s just so…open.
Sir walks over behind me, still fully dressed and hard. He swats my ass, the most delicious stinging sensation spreading across my skin.
“More,” I ask, wishing I didn’t sound so needy.
“I remember how much you like this.” He smacks the other ass cheek. “Such a good, slutty boy who loves to get his ass spanked. Spread your legs.” I do as he says. He holds his hand beneath my mouth. “Spit.”
I’m not the spitting type, not in any circumstance other than sex, but here, it does something to my brain, short-circuits it, makes me crave more, so I obey.
“Again,” he says, and I do it a second time. “Good boy.”
Sir wraps his hand around my dick, working my cock in fast, strong strokes.
“We need to get these balls drained, so we’ll do this quickly. I won’t hold you off, but I still want you to ask me before you come. Understood?”
My body is already tingling, balls full, dick throbbing, Sir’s simple touch feeling so good. “Yes.”
He uses his other hand to swat my ass again, once, twice, then over and over and over again. Each touch feels better than the last, my body welcoming the burn, the pain, coupled with the pleasure of his hand on my dick, stroking me, while Sir says, “That’s it…you need this, don’t you? Such a dirty boy, been letting all that cum build up while you were waiting for me, weren’t you?” Every one of those words does something to my brain.
“Yes. Please. I need more.” I’ll focus on these moments later, think about what it’s like to beg, to plead, to be needy and let someone give me what I desire. I might even be upset about it, but I can’t find it in myself right now. Everything feels too good.
“Suck.” He’s still stroking me, but Sir puts the hand he’s been spanking me with in front of my mouth. I suck his finger, and then he’s pressing that same slick finger between my ass cheeks, against my hole, then slipping inside. I’d cleaned myself for him, hopeful and ready for this, and the second his finger brushes my prostate, I’m already seconds away from coming.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please, what?”
“Can I come?”
“How bad do you need it?”
His hand feels so good on my dick, his finger fucking into me, that it takes everything in me to wait until he says I can, to be that good boy I only am when I give myself this. “So bad… I’ve been waiting for so long… I can’t come like this when I’m on my own. I need it.”
He rubs my prostate again, hand moving on my dick, mouth close to my ear when he says, “Let loose, good boy. Come for your Sir. You deserve it.”
That’s all it takes before I’m falling, descending into the kind of pleasure I rarely give myself, and I shoot, not even caring that I might get some on the back of my couch or that I’ll have to clean the rug beneath me. Later, I’ll likely worry about that.
“That’s it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.” He continues until I’m milked dry and there’s nothing left inside me.
Thank you floats around in my head, but I can’t let the words out.
Sir’s finger slips from my ass before he lets go of my dick. He holds his cummy hand out in front of me and says, “Lick.”
I do as he says, lapping at my release until he’s squeaky clean.
It’s then that my thoughts intrude. What am I doing letting some guy twelve years younger than me, whom I don’t even know, dominate me like this? Why do I only fuck strangers and in such dirty ways? What would my colleagues think? My students?
I stand up, slipping out from in front of him. “I should clean this up.”
“I’ll do it,” Sir replies, and strangely, that thought makes panic rise in me. He watches me, always watching, in this way I don’t understand, like he’s searching for some kind of answer, then says, “I changed my mind. Go get the supplies and take care of the mess. Then we’re going upstairs. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”