Page 33 of Two for Roughing

“Take it slow.”

Kilian’s eyes fluttered shut as he followed instructions. His dark eyelashes fanned out against his high cheekbones, and for the first time since he’d bought the thing, Damir was convinced it had been absolutely worth it to invest in a really expensive phone. He could see every inch of Kilian’s expressive face, the pleasure he had put there.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” Kilian said immediately, his voice low and sultry. Why was he always at his most seductive when he was too distracted by pleasure to try? “But I’m so empty.”

“I would fill you up if I was there,” Damir promised, hunching forward so he could see the screen up close. “Shove my cock between your perfect fat lips and plug up your sweet little pussy.”

Kilian’s eyes flew wide open. “Damir.”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me stuffing you full until you can’t think anymore? Taking what I want from you like a good little girl?”

When Kilian’s mouth dropped open on a silent moan, Damir could picture it precisely: his cock resting there as Kilian tried his best to suck Damir off. He would get distracted by the thick rubber plug Damir would buy him, rocking back onto it and forgetting his job, and then Damir would have to grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth properly.

He adjusted his waistband so the thick, fully engorged head of his cock could rest against his lower stomach.

On screen, Kilian’s shoulder jerked with his movements.

“Slow down,” Damir told him.

“But…I want…”

“Does it matter what you want?”

“No.” Kilian injected so much venom into the single syllable Damir half expected the call to disconnect immediately.

“Good girl.”

“God, why is that so hot?”

Damir had no idea. He’d done kink before, was no stranger to the thrill he got from finding the perfect blend of humiliation and praise to make someone as needy as Kilian get off hard. The feminization was new for him though.

“I think you’d take anything I’d give you,” he said. “I could tell you to lick my boots, and you’d drop to your knees.”

Kilian’s nose wrinkled, but he said, “I would. I want to make you happy.”

Damir’s cock throbbed.

“Stop,” he said.

Kilian froze.

“Do you really think you deserve to get off today?”

A whimper tore itself from Kilian’s throat.

“After the way you played?”

It was a risk, bringing the game into things, and Damir nearly called a halt to it entirely when Kilian’s whole face shuttered. But then he shook his head ever so slightly.

“No. I deserve to be punished.”

He was so good. So good for Damir.

“Score a goal for me on the next one,” he demanded. “Then you can come.”

An outraged expression flitted across Kilian’s face. “We don’t play until tomorrow!”