I walked into the house and smelled a delicious aroma. He was here already. Something about that felt so damn good. He padded down the hall to me smiling the whole way. His hips swayed drawing my eyes there. Music was playing in the background and I noticed that his movements matched the rhythm of the music. He put his hands on my chest and backed me up to the door as he swayed against me. When my back was pressed to the surface, I waited for his next move. I raised my eyebrow at him and smiled when he lowered to his knees.
Kneeled in front of me, he was beautiful. He was displayed in a way that pleased both the Dom and the submissive offering himself. I didn’t want to waste time. I walked around him and got on my knees as well. I pulled his pants down and stroked his length through his parted thighs. He was silent but I could feel the tension brewing within him.
He was shirtless and I trailed my fingers down his back and parted his ass to caress him there. His hands were once flat against the floor but had drawn up to closed fists. I kissed the small of his back and the first cries escaped his lips.
“Much better,” I admitted.
“Yes, Sir.” His acknowledgment came out strangled and like a half grunt.
I kissed down his bottom, over each cheek, and wet the seam of his ass with my tongue. His pleas for more added to the music that I let fade into the background. His puckered hole was teased and probed lightly with the tip of my tongue before I worked it with my finger. My other hand was busy keeping him on edge while I stroked him.
I slid one finger inside, working him over from both the front and back. I found his spot easily and teased it. He shuddered and tried to run from me. I gripped him tighter and pumped my hand around him.
“Sir!” His voice was loud and demanding of my attention. He knew how I felt about that.
I gripped him tighter and he winced. I was in control and he better remember that.
“Sorry, Sir.” He whispered.
“S—Sir, I’m sorry.” He squeaked.
I loosened my grip and though it’d hurt him a bit, he was harder now than before. My poor boy liked when I corrected his bad habits. I added another finger inside him and his head raised as he groaned loudly.
“God yes!” He moaned. “I’ve missed you all day, Sir. I’ve needed you.”
“Yeah?” I asked. More so just to hear it again.
“Yes. I really did. After pleasing you earlier, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was so hot. And knowing that woman watched us… Oh god, yes!”
I hit his spot repeatedly with my fingers. He quivered and shook in my hands. My poor boy would come soon.
“Imagine how I felt. I could still feel your mouth on me as I went about my day. You sucked me damn good, boy.”
“Please, oh please, can I come?” He asked.
“Yes.” I withdrew my fingers from his ass and let go of his dripping cock.
That didn’t stop the horny sub from shooting his seed across my floor. I smiled and watched as he convulsed. He tried to regain his position but was too busy soiling the entrance way. I waited for him to finish before I said anything.
“Yes, Sir… I know. I’ll clean it. Just…” He panted and fought for control over his body.
That control belonged to me. I gripped him by the neck, stood up, and pulled him to his feet. He staggered but tried to focus on me.
His eyes were glazed over and he was still out of sorts.
I kissed his mouth taking his lips between mine. He whined and held onto me with all his might. I pulled from his lips and smacked his face firmly.
“Wake up, baby,” I said before caressing the warm skin along his jaw.
I kissed his neck and across his chest. “Clean this hallway and then go take a shower. When you come back, I expect you to suck me while I eat my dinner. Understood?”
He nodded his head and I gripped his neck tighter. His eyes became even more unfocused and my dick twitched.
I lowered him back to the floor and walked away. I looked over the meal that he’d cooked. Veal smothered in mushrooms and gravy, mash potatoes, and grilled peppers were on the stove. A freshly made salad was on the counter and made me salivate. My boy had outdone himself to tonight. I may actually let him taste something other than me since he’d gone through all of the trouble. I heard the shower come on and smiled. Or maybe not. Poor, poor, boy.
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