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)
Just like the rest of the house, there’s nothing personal in his room—just a space decorated in sage green and white, with a king-size bed in the center of the room, large windows on the far wall overlooking the backyard.
I walk around him, sit on the edge of the bed, and remove my shoes and socks. I place them neatly at the foot in a way I wouldn’t do at home but that I think James needs.
“I could…do that, Sir. Undress you, if you’d like.”
“I know.” I smile at him. “But where’s the fun in not torturing you a little?”
I remove my clothes next, my dick perking up again, half hard and eager for what’s to come. I ignore him while I fold my clothes, then walk over to the locked walk-in closet where he keeps his supplies. There’s a small silver key on the dresser, but I don’t want to presume, so I ask, “Are they still in here?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I unlock the door. Does he have a family? Someone he’s afraid might see all his toys? The small space is filled with bins, each perfectly stacked, with a list of what’s inside. He has floggers, crops, and other instruments hanging on hooks on the closet walls. I grab lube, condoms, a spreader bar, cuffs, and one of his crops, before going back into the room. He’s still standing exactly where I left him, looking like he hasn’t moved an inch, watching me.
“You have quite the collection.”
“I like having my own things.”
“Yes. I know.” I set the supplies on the nightstand, then stand in front of James. He’s breathing heavily, his cock hardening already in anticipation of whatever I’m going to do with him. “Hmm… What do I want first…” I lift my hand and smack his cheek, making James tremble.
“Please,” he begs. He likes this. I learned that last time. I give it to him again, slightly harder and earning a sharp sound that probably makes his dick throb just as hard as mine.
“You’re such a good boy. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
This time when I lift my hand, I don’t smack him, instead tracing his lips with my fingers before pushing two inside.
“I think I want your pretty mouth first. You have a great mouth, nice dick-sucking lips.” I push my fingers in deeper, and he sucks them, letting me fuck his mouth with them, whimpering around them. When I look down, his fingers are flexing like he’s fighting himself not to reach for my wrist and work my fingers like he would my dick. I pull free of him, his pupils flared in hunger. “You’re starving for cock, aren’t you? Such a needy little slut who only lets loose for the right man. You keep it all bottled up, and then here you’re free, aren’t you?” I brush my thumb against his temple.
“I’m not… I don’t…” He shakes his head, like he doesn’t know what to say or think. Like he doesn’t want me to see those truths in him or call him out on them.
“Get on the bed, lie on your back, head toward me.”
“Yes, Sir.” He moves fluidly, different now, like I constructed a wall between us without meaning to. I’ll have to remember to be careful, though honestly, I’ll probably never see him again after today.
I grab the cuffs and place them on his wrists, arms in front of him. His dick is as hard as mine now, both of us swollen and stiff, ready for more.
“Scoot down a little. I want your head to hang over the bed. You’re hungry for my dick, and I want it in your mouth. I’m going to fuck your throat before I take your hole. Raise your arms twice for red and once for yellow.”
His cock twitches at my words, and that’s always one of the most beautiful things in the world to me—a hard, needy dick, a lubed, open asshole, or a pretty, wet pussy. I love sinking into any willing hole.
“Yes. Please.” He uses his foot to push himself up the bed slightly so his head hangs over, then opens his mouth, ready and waiting.
I grin. God, I have so much fucking fun with such an eager-to-please sub. James is a surprise. I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect it from him.
I step forward, straddling his head. “Balls first. They’re full of cum for you. Show them how much you appreciate the load they made for you.”
He moans just before I lower my nuts against him, rubbing them on his mouth, nose, face, everywhere, getting my scent all over him. He laps at them, licking and sucking at my sac, nuzzling his face into me, making hungry sounds, his heels digging into the mattress, his body practically convulsing.
“Such a good ball licker. You’d do this all day for me if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”