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“Oh…God…Sir…” I moaned louder. “I’m close, Sir. I’m close.”
He changed his pace and went back to the slow, soft teasing, driving me mad as I waited with my hands on the stool for him to give me permission to come.
It seemed to last forever. I walked a tightrope of desire as Alastair brought me to the brink and back a dozen times. I almost started crying again.
He must have noticed my distress, because he told me I could come, then swallowed me down and sucked like his life depended on getting me off right the fuck now.
I came hard and long, with embarrassing noises. When the shudders and gasps subsided, he pulled off, and caught me as I relaxed into a pile of goo and slack muscles.
Chapter Fifteen
Aftercare and All That
“Mmm,” he said as he held me, kissing the side of my face with the utmost care and tenderness. “You taste good.”
“You still have your clothes on, Sir.” My voice sounded far away and wiped out.
“True.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” I said.
“Toby, nothing in this room is supposed to be ‘fair’.”
He had a point.
“Also, you didn’t come,” I said, with a pout.
“That’s entirely true, although it was close at a couple of points.”
“So,” I said, taking a rejuvenating breath, “do you want me to suck you off while you call me nasty names? That’s a Victorian kink thing, isn’t it?”
He leaned back against the vanity, contemplating me, his eyes sparking interest.
“It’s not necessary,” he said. “We can stop now, or I can take care of myself.”
I narrowed my eyes. Sure, I was tired and sore, and completely fucking sated. But I also wanted his dick down my throat.
I slid off the velvet stool, whimpering due to my smarting behind, and kneeled at his feet. In only the corset and kimono, I must have made a pretty picture as I gazed at him with my mouth open.
I gave a cheeky grin and summoned my best Oliver Twist impression.
“Please, Sir. Can I have some more?”
Alastair cursed and took a breath. His fingers went to his belt then his fly, working with tortuously measured movements. Finally, he offered his cock to me, leaning back against the vanity with a curve of his luscious lips.
“Come and get it,” he breathed.
I braced my hands on his thick thighs, the denim of his faded jeans soft under my palms, and leaned forward. I stared at his cock, recalling all of our encounters, but realizing that we’d only ever breached the surface of what we could be together. Here, in this room of fantasies, Alastair had taken me somewhere I’d never been. I felt renewed and invigorated, even though I’d been treated with such strictness, and Alastair’s implacable will as a Dominant was everything I’d hoped for.
As I used my extensive skills to show my appreciation, Alastair cupped my face and watched with half-lidded eyes, until he couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a swallowed groan. He lost his precarious perch on the vanity and sank to the floor, taking me with him. I laughed and tried to keep his dick in my mouth, chasing all the remnants of his release with my tongue and lips as he sighed and muttered endearments.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Toby. I think I could die right now.”
“Don’t you dare. I need to rent that room from you.”
He gazed at me and smiled. “You’re moving in this week.”
“For better or for worse,” I said, then realized how that sounded. “Oh fuck, that’s not what I meant. That sounds like—”
