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Sir leans forward and presses a kiss to Carter’s earlobe. Then he whispers, “Good boy. Sir is going to fuck you now. Feel free to come.”
And without any extra warning, without even a second to process the words, sir is putting his phone to his ear again and Carter is being fucked as promised. It’s fast and hard, but sir is pinning him down with a hand on his throat so he can’t go anywhere. Not an inch. He’s just forced to take it, sir’s cock relentless.
“Absolutely not,” sir says in a surprisingly steady voice. “I’d much rather you handle that particular endeavor.”
Sir shifts, Carter’s leg bumping up to a different angle. His next thrust hits right on that sweet spot only sir has ever been able to find. It makes Carter nearly giddy with pleasure, his hips jerking to get more of sir. Sir digs his fingers into Carter’s throat, a warning look on his face as he tells the person on the phone, “I really appreciate all of this. I owe you.”
Carter can feel bruises blooming where sir is holding him. The pain just heightens the pleasure, pushing Carter higher and higher until he’s dizzy with it all.
“Absolutely,” he hears sir say from far away. “Forward his info to Benny.”
Sir reaches between them and grips Carter’s cock. There’s no need to squeeze or stroke. Just the feel of sir’s fingers, and Carter’s orgasm is slamming into him. He bites down on the tie so hard he worries he may rip it.
“I’ll see you then.”
Sir ends the call. Then his phone is being tossed to the side, both of his hands grabbing Carter so he can manhandle him closer. Sir puts one hand on Carter’s hip, keeping the other on his throat, and continues fucking into him like nothing happened. Carter is helpless. All he’s able to manage is to lie there, tiny whimpers and sated sighs muffled by the expensive silk between his lips.
“So fucking good for me,” sir growls, pounding into Carter hard enough to make his breath catch. “You should see yourself, sweetheart. Fuck. You’re beautiful like this. You look fuckingwrecked.”
Sir’s fingernails scrape along Carter’s thighs as he stills inside him, spilling his load. He stares at Carter with heavy-lidded eyes, still coming as he pants, “Imade you look like this.”
Carter nods, his eyes wet with something very far away from pain or sadness. The moment sir tugs the ruined tie out of his mouth, Carter is admitting things he shouldn’t. “Only one, sir. Only person to ever make me feel like this.”
The look sir gives him is caught between predatory and loving, if such a thing exists. Before Carter can process, sir is sitting back in his chair, taking Carter with him. He drags Carter as close as he possibly can, one hand gripping Carter’s hair and the other cradling his cheek as he brings him in for a scalding kiss. Carter swears he feels the thing in his toes.
When sir eventually pulls back, his smile is soft. Fond.
“Want to know a secret, sweetheart?” Carter barely nods, not wanting to jostle sir’s hands from where they remain on his head. “You’re the only person to ever make me feel like this too.”
