“I’m sorry,” Conall said again, quieter than before. He leaned into Sloan’s touch and moaned. “I’ll let you fuck my mouth and choke me with your cock. I’ll do anything, but please let me come, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“No.” Sloan slapped Conall’s cheek, and Conall’s head flung to the side. He glanced back at Sloan, eyes wide and hand pressed against his face. “You’re right, this won’t happen again. Not because you said it, but because I’m going to teach you a real lesson, pet, one you won’t forget. Get on your knees.”
“Sloan—”
“Knees. Now.” Sloan used the voice Conall never disobeyed, and as expected, went to his knees. Conall peered up at him with the most beautiful, desperate stare Sloan had ever seen. It begged Sloan to take care of him, to give him what heneeded, and Sloan was going to do just that.
“Take care of my pants.”
The apple in Conall’s throat bobbed. He unclipped Sloan’s belt buckle as ordered before working the button and zipper of the pants. He tugged both the pants and Sloan’s underwear down gently, making Sloan’s hard cock bounce out from its confines and salute Conall. But his pet didn’t touch him, not even when Sloan stepped out of the clothing, leaving him naked and his cock leaking.
“Do you have anything to say, pet?” Sloan stroked Conall’s chin and tilted his head up to look at him. “Now’s the time.”
Conall exhaled, puffs of air tickling the bare skin on Sloan’s stomach. “I’m really sorry, Sloan.”
He clicked his tongue. “I don’t accept that.”
“Ireallyam. It’s just….” He shook his head and his jaw tightened. “You know what? Never mind.”
Sloan’s grip on Conall’s chin tightened and he crouched to his height. “No, pet, finish what you were saying. Tell me.”
Conall’s eyes burned with defiance. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It always matters. I told you from the day I met you that you’re my pet and I will give you what you want, but also what you need. What you need right now is discipline until you can talk to me.”
Conall dislodged his chin from Sloan’s hold. “So do it, or are you too chicken shit?”
Sloan’s muscles tensed. He smiled sardonically and rose to his full height again. “Okay, pet, if that’s what you want.” Spreading his feet apart, he crossed his arms. “Suck my cock, make me come, or I’ll fuck you raw.”
Interest danced in Conall’s eyes, but he wrapped his hand around the base of Sloan’s cock. Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue over the slit in the head. He took Sloan in just an inch, lapping on him with gentle suckles that made Sloan’s blood boil and his balls tighten. He acted so innocent, as though this was the first time he was sucking cock, but since Sloan had claimed Conall, he’d learned tricks that even the most experienced people didn’t know. He always had Sloan on the edge of climax far too quickly and his talent both irritated and impressed Sloan.
Sloan saw Conall’s hand creep south. “Stop!”
Conall released Sloan’s cock and frowned up at him. “What?”
“Don’t touch yourself.” Sloan stepped back and walked to his bedside cabinet. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the toy he was looking for. His pet watched him the entire time, curious gaze latched on to the red ring in his hand.
“Is that a cock ring?”
Sloan smirked. “Mm. Yes. I told you that you weren’t allowed to come.”
Conall let out a whine. “That’s not fair. I said I was sorry. I didn’t realize you were serious, Sloan.”
Sloan tapped the ring on Conall’s forehead when he stood in front of him again. “I’m always serious, pet. Now put this on.”
Conall hesitantly took the ring and stared at it for a long moment. A frown marred his face until finally he muttered something that sounded like a curse word and shoved his hands in the front of his pants. He fiddled with it for a second before crossing his arms when he was done. “Happy?”
“Yes. Very. Now get back to work.” Sloan wrapped a fist around the base of his cock and pointed it in Conall’s direction.
Conall’s glare left a lot to be desired. He batted Sloan’s hand out of the way and took hold of the hard flesh, slipping most of it into his mouth. He sucked Sloan with enthusiasm, tongue tracing the lines of veins in his cock.
Sloan ran a hand through Conall’s hair. He’d grown it out over the last few months and the length was perfect for him. “Mm. That’s a good boy. Open your mouth wide for me.”
Conall did as he was told, opening his mouth farther for Sloan to fuck into the warm, wet cavern. Sloan held either side of Conall’s head and began thrusting, the head of his cock hitting the back of Conall’s throat. His pet gagged around him, but he stayed still like he always did.
“Tight lips, pet.”
Conall made a noise and tightened his lips around Sloan’s hard flesh. He closed his eyes, letting Sloan fuck him up.
