Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Do that again. Holy shit, it’s getting me hard.”
I chuckle. “You’re not the boss here, are you?”
“Marshall,” he whines, but I ignore him, filling the fork again and holding it out for him.
We continue to eat, me feeding most of it to Jay but taking some for myself as well. He clearly enjoys it, kneeling there while he’s fed. This part is new for me. I don’t typically feed my subs this way, but I had a feeling Jay would like it, and I do too.
When dinner is done, I motion toward the sink. “Wash our dishes, please.”
“Well, that’s not fun.”
“No, but you like me telling you what to do.”
He groans. “Ugh. Yes.” Jay stands, and I slap his ass. “Ouch! Shit.”
“A little more respect, please. No ugh yeses.”
The look in his eyes changes, like he’s disappointed in himself. “Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.”
“You’re fine. Now go do the dishes so I can look at that pretty ass of yours.”
“Yes, Marshall.” He grabs the plate and heads over. I definitely do watch his cute plump ass, red from my hand, while he rinses the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher. When he’s finished, he dries his hands, then comes straight over and kneels in front of me again.
I don’t speak, just look at him. He’s such a natural, and it’s clear how much he craves it. “Let’s get you home.”
“Can I stay a little longer?”
The hope in his voice is impossible to deny. He’s going to have me wrapped around his finger, and there is nothing I can do about it. With a sigh, I say, “Follow me.”
Jay crawls behind me into my home office. I pull off my jeans and underwear and sit in the chair. “Come here. Under the desk. I’m going to work, and you’re going to nurse my cock.”
“Under the desk?”
“Is there a problem with that?”
Jay shakes his head. “No…just different. I feel like I’m in a porno.”
His silliness makes me smile. It brings a bit of levity to my life that I don’t have day in and day out.
He crawls under. Luckily, my desk is tall enough that he can rest his cheek on my thigh, taking my soft dick into his mouth and holding it there. The warm, wet suckle makes my skin tingle, but I try to ignore it, opening my email and checking it. I reply to a few, then pull up a report to look over.
Honestly, I pay shit attention to what I’m doing. It’s mostly for show because he wanted to stay and I didn’t want to deny him, but I’m also trying to remind us both what this is.
Every once in a while, I lower my hand, run my fingers through his hair, and tell him “You’re such a good boy for me,” or “Look at you, being the perfect place to hold my cock.”
Each time he trembles, looking up at me all blissed out and eager for more.
I let an hour go by before I say, “Time to go home.”
“You’re not going to use me again?”
“I think that’s obvious since I said it’s time to go home. I’ll drive you. And let me see the receipt from your ride here earlier.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jay grumbles, clearly unhappy. “You like this! You smiled knowing I still want you.”
“I enjoy seeing you suffer. You’ll learn that. And you’ll love suffering for me because it’s what I want.”
“Well, I can still be annoyed about it too…Sir.”
Another laugh jumps out of my mouth. “Go, you little brat.”
I grab my clothes and follow him into the living room. We get dressed, then head to the foyer, where his shoes are. “Sit.” I point to the bench.
Jay frowns and does. I pluck his sneakers from the floor and signal for him to lift one leg, then slip the shoe on.
“What are you doing?”
“You can’t tell?”
“Aren’t I supposed to do that for you?”
“What you’re supposed to do is trust me and stop questioning me all the time.” When I finish with one foot, I do the other. He pulls his phone from his pocket and shows me the receipt, and I retrieve the cash from my wallet and pay him back.
“I feel like you’re paying me for sex.”
“I’m not. You could have driven. I asked you not to because I wanted to drive you home, and as I said before, paying for your ride is another way for me to take care of you.”
He nods, but I can tell he’s still iffy about it.
He gives me his address, which I put into the navigation. Outside of that, neither of us speaks much as I drive him to his apartment. There’s a parking lot beside the redbrick building, and I pull into a spot.
“Text me when you get inside.”
“Yes, Sir. I… Thank you. Today was incredible. I want to do it again. I want more.”