Page 46 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as Dominic finger-fucked him. He looked debauched: shirt half-open, his hair a mess, sweat beading on his neck as Dominic sank his glistening fingers in and out of his hole.

Dominic wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. But they weren’t at that point in the fantasy yet, so he held back.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Dominic asked. “Thinking about this?”

He hooked his fingers hard into Austin’s prostate. Austin yelled, and the only reason Dominic didn’t slap a hand over his mouth was that Austin beat him to it.

Dominic thought about berating him for taking his hands off the sink but then decided against it.

“Good boy, keeping yourself quiet,” Dominic told him. “You’ll do whatever I say, hmm? Like a good dog.”

“Yeah,” Austin groaned, dropping his hand. “‘M good. Your good dog.”

“Mine,” Dominic murmured. The word was a rush, making his cock throb in his boxers. He pulled his fingers out, then his cock. He rubbed the rest of the lube over his cock, letting himself luxuriate in it for a moment before pressing his cockhead against Austin’s hole.

“Remember,” Dominic said, his voice low and silky. “Keep quiet. Or I’ll stop.”

Austin nodded wildly.

“Good boy,” Dominic repeated breathlessly. Then he slid inside in one long, smooth thrust.

Austin spasmed against him, making a muffled noise into his hands. His cock jerked; Dominic could see it in the reflection. He thrust again, enraptured as he watched a thin drop of precome slide down Austin’s shaft.

“That’s it,” Dominic said senselessly. “Is this what you wanted when you were being a slut out there?”

Austin nodded again, making another muffled noise in his hands. His head fell forward, thunking into the mirror.

Dominic yanked him back by his hair. “None of that. You watch while I fuck you.”

Austin moaned openly. His hands had slipped off his mouth when Dominic jerked him back. He slammed them back into place as Dominic started fucking him in earnest, drawing all sorts of delicious muffled sounds from behind his hands.

Dominic straightened him up, winding his hand around his throat once more. Austin bucked and writhed against him, his eyes falling shut.

Dominic pinned harder against the sink. “Watch.”

Austin pried his eyes open. They were watery, and Dominic worried for a moment before he saw how hard Austin’s cock was in the grimy mirror reflection, not to mention how desperately he was straining back against him, hungry for more.

“My perfect little slut,” Dominic said, fucking into him faster. He meant to draw this out, but Austin was so sweet and hot inside, his gaze too desperate where it met Dominic’s in the mirror. The distant noises from the bar only made things hotter. The knowledge that half the bar would have taken Austin home if he asked, but he wouldn’t find true satisfaction with any of them. That honor went to Dominic, who was plowing him relentlessly inside the bathroom with a hand on his throat.

“The moment I met you, I knew you wanted this,” Dominic said, barely aware of the words spilling out of his mouth. “Knew how much you craved it. You’d do anything for it. To take my cock, take my orders. My sweet little puppy.”

Austin wailed, the noise stifled by his hands. His fingers dug into his cheeks, which were red with exertion. His eyes were teary and glazed, fixed entirely on Dominic. Every time they fell shut, Austin forced them open again.

“So perfect,” Dominic gasped. He nuzzled Austin’s throat, right above where he was holding it. “‘M gonna come. Squeeze around me, puppy. Milk me like the little slut you are.”

Austin clenched around him instantly.

Dominic bit down on his shoulder and came. His legs shook, his hips rabbiting as he emptied deep inside. He was holding Austin too hard; he could tell from how red Austin’s face was, but he couldn’t help it. Austin just looked so good with Dominic’s hand wrapped around his throat.

Finally, he started to come down. He let go of Austin’s neck.

Austin slumped over the sink, gasping. Before he could even suck in a proper breath, he was coming, ropes of white streaking the ceramic. Dominic reached down to stroke him through it, and Austin cried out, only half-muffled by his hands.

Dominic watched the last few spurts dribble over the sink, impressed. He was worried he’d gone too hard, but maybe he should do more research into breathplay.

He gave Austin a few moments to adjust. Then he pulled out, kissing Austin’s neck apologetically when he winced. Then he noticed a red mark on Austin’s neck and paused.

It was a bite mark. He hadn’t broken the skin, but by the angry red dents, he’d come damn close.