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He cups my face in his hand, stroking my cheek. “I misspoke. Seeing you on your knees is even lovelier.” He pinches my chin, tilting my head all the way back. “What do you want, Jeslyn?”
I bite my bottom lip and reach for the button of his pants. He watches as I slowly slide down the zipper, and even more slowly lower his black boxer briefs, freeing his cock. I haven’t seen a lot of men naked, but this is… a work of art. A massive work of art.
There’s a tattoo covering his shaft, swirling designs that start at his hips and lower abs and work their way down to the head of his cock. The ink is gold and glowing—but that must be the light in the room.
“Did it hurt?”
“Not a bit.”
My nipples push against the fabric of the dress. His eyes drop to my chest, and he sits back down in the chair with his arms on the armrests like a king holding court.
The commanding way he fills the room makes a shiver tighten my skin. For some reason I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt.
“Touch me, Jeslyn.”
I obey, tracing one line of the design from his hip, up his shaft, to the tip, which is dripping pre-cum. He’s uncut, his foreskin pulling back as he grows impossibly harder.
I follow the tattoo back down his length, around to his other hip. The silence between us is thick and heavy, rich with anticipation. He leans forward, gripping the back of my neck. “Open.”
I never thought subjugation would be my thing, but on my knees before him, with his hard cock a breath away from my face, I want him to dominate me. Control me.
My lips spread. He drags his forefinger down the middle of my tongue. Then pinches the tip and pulls it past my teeth. The sensation is strange, but it's like there's a link between my tongue and my clit. The touch burns straight down.
He lets go and gives another command. “Lick.”
The pressure from his hand on my neck presses me forward, but it doesn’t need to. I go willingly, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip.
“Again.”
I obey. Lapping at him repetitively. His grip tightens, squeezing the back of my neck in a way that shoots heat down to the base of my spine.
“Suck.”
My lips part, and I wrap them around his cock. He presses my head, urging me to take him a little deeper. I gag, muscles reflexively tightening around his tip.
“Fuck,” he groans. He doesn’t move, allowing me to compose myself, adjust, open for him.
Slowly, I start to bob on his cock.
He lets go of my neck and covers his face with his arm as his head drops back against the couch.
I’m entirely engrossed in what I’m doing, the moans he’s making. My jaw aches, but I don’t care. The taste of him is intoxicating. And knowing what I’m doing to him makes me so turned on I think I could come just from this.
His body tenses, and I think he’s going to come, but instead he barks out a harsh, “Up.”
The word is so firm that I respond immediately, popping off his cock and jumping to my feet. He stands, holding my gaze as he glides a thumb over my bottom lip, no doubt glazed with saliva and pre-cum. He pinches it between his fingers and tugs. The sensation is almost hard enough to hurt. I whimper, aching with need.
“Don’t worry, my wealth. This is just intermission.”
Then he pulls me in, kisses me, and the world fades. I’m entirely consumed by his lips. His tongue begs entry, plundering my mouth. He gives as much as he takes and takes as much as he gives. Hollowing me out and filling me up again.
When he grips my shoulders and pulls me away from him, we’re both panting hard. “We need to go, but we’re going to pick this up again.” Another kiss, slow and simmering, then he says, “Next time, I’m sure as gold not holding myself back.”
He glances at the door, but once his eyes are back on me, he seizes my lips again, like he can’t stop himself. He turns us, walking me backwards towards the window while he kisses me senseless. His cock is still out. Hard and tempting.
My knees hit something soft, and they buckle out from under me. If I wasn’t pinned against Midas’s body, with his strong arm banded across my back, I’d fall.
He stops our kiss to say, “Turn around and kneel on the bench.”
