Page 101 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Come here, pretty boy,” I commanded, ensuring the edge in my voice was pure steel. “Get on the bed. Facedown.” I stood beside the bed and motioned toward my cock. “Head over here.”
The pretty boy did as instructed, moving into place until his head hung over the edge of the bed, his big body sprawled across the mattress.
“Put your mouth on my dick.” I glanced at the cowboy. “You’re welcome to move over to this side of the room if you’d like a better view.”
Without a word, the cowboy crawled over near us, kneeling so that he could watch his boyfriend deep-throat my dick.
Damn, but the man was good at that. His lips circled the head, his tongue stroking leisurely at first. When I placed my hands over his head and pulled him down while thrusting my hips upward, he groaned, the vibrations going straight to my balls.
I did enjoy using his mouth. I would have to take advantage of the cowboy the same way once he was finished with his punishment. I’d been thinking about all the things I intended to do to him when he wasn’t wearing that fucking costume. Needless to say, the cowboy was in for a treat. I respected his courage and I intended to reward him for it.
Eventually.
My eyes darted down the pretty boy’s long body, coming to rest on his ass. The marks were still there, bruises now appearing where the cane had brutally smacked him. I’d been surprised in the shower when he had wanted me to hurt him more. It wasn’t the usual response. Not that I’d seen anyway. However, the pretty boy wasn’t a usual man. He sought pain for whatever reason. I hadn’t figured out whether it was a coping mechanism or merely some deep-seated perversion. I found myself oddly curious as to how it came about, but it was a question I knew I couldn’t ask.
I pulled my cock from between the pretty boy’s lips and took one step back.
“Turn over.”
His eyes lifted to mine, but he did as I asked, flipping onto his back. He hissed when his ass came in contact with the blanket. I placed my hands on his chin and tilted his head all the way back until it was hanging over the edge. Without preamble, I shoved my cock in his mouth. This allowed me a little more leverage while he could do nothing more than open wide.
“Suck me,” I growled as I held his head still by cradling his face. “Let me feel that throat work the head of my cock.”
I tugged on his neck, forcing him to lean over the side so I had a better angle. I pushed in as far as I could, held myself there until the pretty boy’s throat began working hard. He gagged and I retreated, but I didn’t wait long before shoving in deep again. I growled low in my throat when my cock pushed in deep.
Fuck, Case. It feels so good.
I shook off the thought. I couldn’t think about him by name. It wouldn’t suit my purpose.
The pretty boy held still, allowing me to use his mouth for my pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, fucking him firmly as the suction of his lips worked me over good. I allowed several minutes to pass as I kept him immobile with only my hands on his neck. When that telltale tingle started in my spine, I pulled back.
“Move up on the pillows,” I instructed. “And stay on your back.”
While this wasn’t my first choice in position, I wanted to ensure he felt the sting for as long as possible. His ass would rub against the blankets, which, in turn, would heighten the sensation for him.
After retrieving the lube from the nightstand, I joined him on the bed. I easily shifted between his legs, positioning him exactly as I wanted. I wasn’t gentle, but I doubted he expected me to be.
I watched his face while his gaze was trapped on my hands stroking my cock, lubing myself up. He never looked away and my attention trailed down between his legs as I guided my cock to his asshole.
“Pull your knees up to your chest.”
The pretty boy moaned softly when I inched closer, my thighs brushing the abused, reddened skin on his backside. I should’ve taken pictures, something to look back on in the future, because damn, it was a nice sight.
“Look at me, pretty boy.”
His eyes flew up to my face, the light green irises glittering with heat.
“You like when I fuck you.” It wasn’t a question. I didn’t have to ask, I already knew.
“Yes, Zeke.” The pretty boy grunted when I pushed my cock in deep. His ass was tight, gripping me firmly, dragging out a long exhale as the heat consumed me.
“I like fucking you, too,” I admitted as I leaned over him, placing my hands on both sides of his head. “The way your ass strangles my cock, trying to take more of me. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” I held his stare for a moment. “I’m gonna give you all of me. And when I come, you have permission to come. But not until then.”
