“Really?” Sloan cocked his head. “I’m intrigued, but right now I’m also very hard, and I want to fuck my pet over this desk. So if you don’t mind.” He gestured to the door.
Folliero stood immediately, clearing his throat, but Elio took a little longer, intrigue in his stare. Sloan didn’t move until Byrnes had directed them out the door of Sloan’s office.
“That was very rude,” Conall teased, throwing Sloan a wicked glance over his shoulder. He shifted his arse again, dragging it right over Sloan’s hardening cock.
“I don’t care.” Sloan seized his hips and threw Conall against the desk. His pet caught himself and turned, sitting on the sturdy piece of wood that Sloan had handcrafted.
“Hm, you know what I want?” Conall’s tongue swiped over his lips, eyes darkening with lust. “I want your mouth on my cock.”
Sloan stopped, his hands on Conall’s thighs and his head tilted in surprise. “You want me to give you a blowjob?”
Conall shrugged. “Sure, why not? I’m not gonna ask to fuck you, but I wouldn’t mind a blowjob sometimes. I haven’t had one since I became your pet.”
Sloan frowned. He’d never sucked a cock before. He was the kind of man whodominated, and while the thought should have annoyed him, he decided for Conall, he’d do anything. He didn’t answer his pet, instead he grabbed the zip of his jeans and tugged it down, before undoing the button.
Conall watched him, swallowing deeply, making his Adam’s apple bob.
Sloan pulled out his pet’s hard cock, already leaking at the tip and ready for Sloan’s mouth. “Go easy on me, pet, it’s my first time.” He winked at Conall before he took him into his mouth.
He didn’t know what to expect, but the taste of his pet’s cock wasn’t it. It wasn’t bitter like he imagined, but he wasn’t sweet, either. Conall’s cock felt heavy on his tongue, his skin salty. Sloan couldn’t decide if he liked it or not, but this wasn’t about him tonight. His pet deserved a treat after all the torture—quite literally—he’d gone through.
So Sloan worked Conall in a way Sloan usually liked himself. He sucked on the head, took half the cock in his mouth, before pulling back to tease the slit with the tip of his tongue.
Conall groaned above him, the sound so saccharine that it went straight to Sloan’s balls, making them heavy in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to throw Conall over the desk and fuck into him until he screamed for mercy, but he needed to take his time, give his pet as much enjoyment as he could.
Conall spread his legs, one shoe pressed against the arm of Sloan’s chair, his heavy moonboot on the other. “Oh. Fuck yeah. Right there.”
Sloan would have smirked if his mouth wasn’t so full of cock.
“Deeper. Take it deeper.”
Sloan tried, he did, but he nearly choked, then his gag reflex kicked in, causing him to have a coughing fit.
Conall laughed loudly, falling back onto the desk on his elbows. “Now you know how it feels, sir.”
Sloan growled and stood, knocking Conall’s feet off the chair. He grabbed his pet by the hips and spun him around. With his pet’s chest against the desk and his pretty arse in the air, Sloan ripped down Conall’s jeans then undid his own pants.
“Shut up and take my cock, pet.” Sloan threw open a drawer, grabbed the lube, and oiled his hard organ before he aligned himself to the tight little hole begging to be taken. He shoved inside, not giving Conall the preparation he didn’t really need anymore.
His pet whimpered and clawed the desk. “Oh fuck yes. Fuck. You’re so fucking big.”
“Can you feel every inch of me stretching you, pet?” Sloan pressed his chest against Conall’s back, kissed his ear and breathed him in. His spicy scent only made Sloan harder, and the addictive taste of his skin tempted Sloan to do all the naughtiest things to his pet. “Do you feel me marking you asmine?”
Conall dropped his forehead on the desk, his fingers curling around the edge. His cock was trapped between his body and the wood, but Sloan didn’t let up on the pressure of his weight. His pet wouldn’t be allowed to touch himself until Sloan gave him permission to.
“Tell me you’re mine, pet.”
“Yours,” Conall whimpered, his shoulders shaking.
“My what?” Sloan dragged himself out, then thrust in again to make a point, his balls slapping against Conall’s skin.
Conall let out a shout of pleasure, and he panted against one of his hands. “Your pet. Your whore. I’m whatever you want me to be. Yours.”
“Good boy.” Sloan kissed his cheek and licked up his jaw. He grasped Conall’s chin, jerking his head to the side so he could consume his mouth until Conall was nothing more than a whining mess, and then he grabbed Conall’s hips and began to thrust into him with a brutal pace.
His cock speared Conall open, and Conall took him with eagerness. He was noisier than ever, groaning and begging in a way that Sloan had once dreamed of. How had he gotten this stubborn man to make such wonderful noises?
It didn’t matter, because he knew Conall was meant to be his pet the moment he laid eyes on him. He’d been willing from the start, no matter what resistant façade he’d masked himself with.
