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Me:You are SUCH an arsehole!!
A moment later, I feel the plug vibrating again and
have to hold on to the counter to steady myself. Ignoring the concerned look from the girl at the register, I shoot another text to Alastor.
Me:I am going to MURDER you!
Alastor King:You better hope I don’t actually show up murdered anytime soon or that won’t be a good look for you
Me:You’re the devil
“SO, TELL ME, MACEY,” Alastor says with an infuriating smirk when I get to his house that night. “How was your day?”
I cock an eyebrow at him. Excruciating. “Interesting.”
He huffs the briefest of chuckles. “I bet it was.” He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning into mine. “Are you still wearing it?”
I can only nod. The look in his eyes has stolen all the words from me. There’s so much heat and lust and anticipation in those baby blues I can’t even breathe.
He grins wickedly. “Then I guess you deserve your reward.” He steps even closer, his eyes locked on mine as his hands reach for the front of my jeans.
I instinctively reach down to help but he stops me, taking a firm grip of my wrists, he marches me back towards the orange feature wall in his living room and pins my hands above my head. “No. Keep your hands to yourself—unless you want me to bind you?”
An unexpected thrill rushes through me at that prospect. At the thought of being so completely at the mercy of this man I’ve hated for as long I can remember. “Another time,” I allow, a little surprised at my boldness. Bondageison the list, though, so I guess it’s going to happen sooner or later.
The corner of Alastor’s mouth tugs up. “I’m going to keep you to that.” He deftly unfastens my jeans and tugs them down along with my briefs, letting them pool around my ankles. Taking one of my wrists in each hand, he brings my hands back down to my sides, pressing them firmly against the wall. “These stay right here,” he orders. “If you touch me, I’ll have to punish you.”
The words send tingles of anticipation coursing through me, and I don’t entirely understand it. When did I become the kind of person who wants to be restrained and...punished?
I try to hide my reaction from Alastor, but he sees right through me. He lets out a breathy laugh as he lazily runs his palm along my dick, prompting me to groan. “But maybe you’d actually like that? Maybe you’re a kinky bastard after all, Macey.”
“You said something about a reward?”
He flashes me a wry grin. “You’re right, I did.” And then he drops to his knees. “This is what happens when you’re a good boy who does what he’s told.” Eyes locked with mine, he runs his hands over my throbbing dick again —once, twice—before wrapping his lips around the swollen head.
I let out a groan at the sensation of his tongue sliding over the tip of my dick, fighting the instinct to grab onto his hair and pull him closer.
He takes his time, getting to know every inch of my dick, learning what I like the best, gradually taking me deeper down his throat until he’s somehow managed to swallow my entire shaft. Don’t want to brag or anything, but I’m not exactly packing a micro dick, and Alastor’s taking every inch of my thick length like it’s what he was born to do.
He slides his mouth back down my length again, sucking hard at the head while one hand jerks my shaft. And then my arse starts vibrating.
Holy fucking hell. He’s turned the plug on again and,Jesus, fuck...the dual sensation of the plug vibrating against my prostate and Alastor once again taking my dick all the way to the back of his throat is just about enough to make me combust.
“Fuck, I’m about to come!”
Alastor pulls back again, sucking fast and hard as he sees me through my climax, swallowing every drop of my load as it shoots down his throat.
The vibration in my arse stops and I slump back against the wall, completely spent.
Alastor gets to his feet, brushes off his shorts, and licks his lips. “Strip.”
I manage to bring my eyes back into focus to find him looking at me expectantly. He raises a brow and it finally dawns on me he’s just given me a command. And because he has some kind of mesmerising power over me, I don’t protest, I just do what he says and strip out of my t-shirt and jeans.
With my clothes discarded in a pile on the floor, I stand completely starkers next to the orange wall as Alastor runs his eyes over every inch of me, the heat in his gaze enough to make my dick start perking up again. The fact that I’m completely nude while Alastor’s still fully clothed doesn’t bother me as much as it might have, say, a week ago. I actually feel a strange kind of thrill rom the way he’s drinking me in, as though he’s thirsty for a tall glass of me.
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Alastor
