I did, my ultimate fantasy finally coming true.
He brushed the head of his cock over my lips and I swallowed the crown. He was in control, which meant I could only take what he offered.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed. “Wider.”
When he pushed in deeper, the smooth, velvet head of his cock grazing my tongue, I was tempted to close my mouth around him, to show him how good I could make him feel. His cock filled my mouth completely. He was wider than I anticipated, the thick shaft angling upward slightly. I focused on how it felt to have him in my mouth and I silently prayed he wouldn’t stop.
“Christ, that feels good,” he said on a gruff whisper. “Close your mouth around me.”
I sucked him deeper, gliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible.
Unfortunately, Master didn’t linger for long. He took a step back, his cock slipping out of my mouth.
“Stand.”
His hand remained in my hair as I got to my feet. Then I was being urged backward as we made the trek to the bathroom. The shower was already running, the warmth of the water steaming up the mirror. We didn’t stop until we were standing beneath the spray, Master’s eyes never leaving mine.
“Whatever you do, keep your hands to yourself.”
I nodded.
“It’s my turn right now. I’m going to touch you as much as I want.”
Okay. Yeah. I didn’t have a problem with that.
“But first…” Master slammed his mouth down on mine, the kiss fueled by the foreplay we’d experienced merely from undressing.
Unable to help myself, I moaned into his mouth, wanting to express how fucking much I liked what he was doing. His hands slid to my sides, wandering slowly over my skin. I couldn’t tell if he was hesitant or merely taking his time. Not that I cared. As long as he didn’t stop touching me.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. He tugged me out of the direct line of the water, grabbed a bottle of body wash, and soaped up his hands before he took his time lathering me up from my neck to my ankles, then slowly working his way back up.
I inhaled deeply, Trent’s familiar scent filling my senses. The body wash was scented and I briefly wondered if I could afford it simply so I could smell him all the damn time.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Put your hands on the wall.”
I did.
“Spread your legs.”
I did that, too. No hesitation whatsoever and for me that was huge. It meant I trusted him, something I hadn’t even given any thought to.
His hands returned, and he continued to run them over me, his arms wrapping around me, lathering my chest and stomach once more before venturing lower. When his fist wrapped around my cock, we both hissed.
His mouth was at my ear, his voice a deep rumble when he spoke. “I look forward to spending hours getting to know this body.” His hand dipped lower, cupping my balls. “Exploring every inch of you with my hands, my tongue, my cock.”
I shivered.
Master trailed his hands around to my back, his warmth disappearing. His soapy hands caressed my shoulders, then inched downward before grabbing my ass roughly.
When his finger slipped inside my crack, my cock jerked and twitched. He was going to make me come and I wasn’t sure I had permission. That was a thing, by the way. Withholding orgasms. I’d read about it.
“One of these days, my cock is going to be right here,” he growled as his finger teased my asshole. “I’m going to slide deep inside you…”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back when he pushed one finger inside.
He shifted closer, one hand in my hair, holding my head back as his mouth trailed over my neck, his finger fucking my ass.
“You are not allowed to come, boy. Not yet.”
“Master…” I was too close.
“I like hearing you call me that,” he whispered, nipping my ear. “It makes me feel powerful. In control. Which is exactly what I am when it comes to you. I hold your pleasure in the palm of my hand at all times.”
He added another finger, probing deeper, brushing against my prostate.
I cried out, trying to hold back.
“Tell me who I am,” he commanded.
“Master,” I moaned. “You’re my Master.” That was what I wanted. I wanted to give myself completely to this man. Every ounce of my being. I needed him to control me, to force his pleasure upon me.
And above all else, I needed to submit to him.
“Do you want to come? Or do you want to wait? Anticipation does make it better.”
I wanted to come, but I refrained from saying so. “I… Whatever pleases you, Master. That’s all I want,” I admitted on a rush of air. “To please you.”
