Page 2 of Plaything of His

Theirs to choose.

Theirs to take.

Theirs to pay.

This is an establishment—an honest one at that.

We have a reputation of leaving our clients satisfied, so it’s a wonder why Callum hasn’t even let me touch him yet.

Maybe he’s a pump, cum, and dump type of guy.

And if that’s the type of guy he is…

“You ready to finally show me just how well you can fuck, or do you want me to touch you first, Callum?”

I ask him as I tip my head to the side, my eyes shamelessly wandering over every inch of his toned, naked body.

From head to fucking toe, Callum is completely bare.

A lot of my clients prefer to keep their clothes on—I only get a handful confident enough to show some skin along with their dicks—but Callum…he’s different.

He oozes confidence, and he isn’t one to shy away so quickly.

As soon as he picked me for the hour, we both moved to this room, and it only took my client a few minutes to remove every single piece of clothing he had on. He admired me, let me admire him too, before he demanded I lay on my back with my legs spread apart, as he comfortably settled his naked body between them.

I’ve been with a lot of guys, many faceless and most nameless, but I can say with full certainty that the memory of this client won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Callum Clark…a client to remember.

Looking back at him, I watch him nod behind me to the cuffs which are attached to either end of the bed.

“I want you on your front.”

He says.

His hand slips away from my throat as I turn on all fours, showing him my body that’s his for the hour, before his hand returns to my body as he sinks his fingers into the base of my scalp and wraps them around the hair at the back of my head.

He pushes my head further into the mattress as he moves behind me.

Feeling him lean over me, Callum takes both of my hands in his as he forces them high above my head.

“Don’t ever worry about touching me first, sweetness. This part is all for you. I want to see you come undone for me as I eat your pretty peach.”

Fuck.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from that thought alone.

Moaning, I roll my hips against the bed and arch my back, offering him my body.

Sure, being fucked is fun.

A man’s cock sliding in and out of another man’s cunt, his hole slick with pre-cum and lube, being stretched out as it’s slowly filled with cum…

But having a man’s mouth on another man’s cunt?

That wetness, that warmth…that flick of his tongue, that softness of his lips…that sweet taste of ass on his buds…

That is another type of fun altogether.

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