Page 51 of Sin Deep
“Good boy.” Winter leaned close and got to work, the eyeliner going on cool and drying warm. He could feel the intensity of what Winter was doing, in every careful, deliberate stroke.
“I’m so hard…” he whispered.
“Are you?” Winter’s fingers rested lightly against the bulge in his jeans. “Oh my. That’s lovely, petit.”
His lips parted, and he couldn’t stop licking them.
“If you don’t pull that tongue back in, I will find you something to do with it.” Winter winked at him, then kissed him, tongue keeping his very busy.
He could be busy. He liked being busy…
Winter pulled away, removing his hand too. “Good boy. Back to work?”
“Yes, sir.” His nipples were hard, his prick was like diamonds, and he was happy as a pig in shit.
Winter worked silently for a little while longer, using a couple of the new brushes to put on shadow and do something to his eyebrows. He noticed that Winter didn’t like to talk much while he was doing this but seemed lost in his own thoughts.
“Do you want to see?” Winter asked finally. “Go on, look in the mirror.”
His eyes looked so big, so rich with the gold shimmer on them. He felt like he was staring at a movie star, or a rock star, or someone special. “I—wow. Look at that.”
“Do you like it? You wanted bright.” Winter stood behind him and looked with him, smiling over his head. “That gold loves the new brush, so smooth.”
“It’s so sexy.” He didn’t feel like himself, and that felt dangerous.
“It is sexy, isn’t it? You look amazing. Just…amazing.” Winter admired him with an adoring look.
“Thank you. I feel… Well, you know how I feel.”
“I hope so. I hope you feel beautiful and wanted.” Winter kissed his temple. “And I hope you’re looking forward to your reward later.”
“Yes, sir. I’m looking forward to dancing with you, to being with you.”Rubbing against you. Touching you. Needing you.
“Good boy. We should get dressed now.” Winter started putting away the makeup and tapping off his brushes. “These are such a treat.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you liked them.” He’d spent a fortune for them, and he’d never bitch, but it felt amazing that Winter loved them.
“I do. I like having new ones that are just for you.” Winter closed the drawer in the vanity and opened up his closet. “I have to think about what to wear. What do you think?”
“I’m wearing light gray. Do you have blue or white or black?”
“I don’t have white; it’s never been a good color on me. I do have blue.” Winter pulled a shirt out. “Navy? I also have black.”
“You’re beautiful. Let me see the black one?”
Winter showed him a black button down. It had fancy silver buttons. “This is fun. It’s nice to have someone care what I’m wearing.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” Harley licked his lips again, wetting them. He was hooked through the balls. “Sexy man.”
Winter smiled. “Black then. And my new boots.” Winter found clothing and started dressing, but one eye was always on him.
Just what he’d asked for; Winter couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
He changed into his good jeans, leaving the fly open as he tugged his shirt on. He wasn’t above giving Winter a little show.
Winter’s eyes landed squarely on his crotch without an ounce of shame. “Those jeans might be a little uncomfortable, petit. I’d apologize but…you’re so handsome.”
“I’m aching for you. Everyone will know.” And he didn’t hate it, at all.
