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“T-ten,” I grunt out with great difficulty through my orgasm. My body shakes and my release is all-consuming as Savage rubs my burning ass to relieve some of the pain. The mewling sounds that come out of my mouth are new to me; I’ve never heard them before.
When I’m spent, Savage gathers me in his arms and takes me down to the floor, letting me tuck my head under his neck. He rubs my back and speaks softly to me, bringing me down from the most intense orgasm of my life. I burrow into him, breathing him in, taking the comfort he’s giving me. “You did well, Abel. So well. I’m so proud of you. You took your punishment so good, baby.” I preen under his praise.
After we sit there for a few minutes, him whispering to me, I wiggle down out of his arms, and he drops them unceremoniously. I go for his belt and almost rip it from its loops. Savage quickly gets with the program and helps me. When he gets his dick out, I’m on it immediately. For giving me the orgasm of my life, he deserves the head he wanted earlier. I’m glad I told him no and hung up on him.
I take all of him in, no easy feat, even though I’m missing a gag reflex. It’s just so much. His dick is perfect—thick and long, with a fat mushroom head.
Savage positively wrecks my throat, shoving in quickly and deeply, holding my head steady so he can get the whole thing in my open and waiting mouth. He holds his cock in place down my throat, cutting off my air supply, but who gives a fuck about that? The floaty feeling I get when I’m almost out of air makes my dick stand at attention again. What the fuck? When did I start likingthat?
Savage pulls out and lets me catch my breath, tapping his dick on my lips. “Yeah, that’s my good boy.” I moan and rotate my hips. “You like being my good boy? Hmm?” I can’t answer because he shoves his dick back between my lips and moves my head down to control my movements. “Yeah, you like being good. You like sucking my cock like a good little cock slut.”
My hand snakes down to my dick and I take it in hand. The moment my hand comes into contact with my erection, I moan, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. I jerk myself fast, knowing that Savage is close. His thrusts become clumsy and the pull of his hands in my hair tight and slightly painful. The tiny bites of pain add to the overwhelming amount of pleasure I’m feeling. This intense session we have going on is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Everything is amplified—the pain in my scalp, the fiery burn of my ass, the soreness of my throat, and the pleasure-pain of my hand gliding over my sensitive cockhead. It’s all too much and a tidal wave of an orgasm barrels through my body, leaving me a quivering mess.
As I’m shaking from my release, I feel Savage’s dick swell in my mouth and he shoves to the back of my throat, emptying his balls. I moan and swallow Savage’s come with some difficulty since I’m still moaning from my own release.
Finally, he lets go of my hair and slides his softening cock out of my mouth. I can’t move just yet, so I lay my head on his thigh, ass propped in the air, lazily licking and sucking his cockhead, which is lying near my mouth. He hisses, as if in pain, but doesn’t stop me from licking him softly.
When I’ve collected myself, I lift my head from his leg and reach down to pull up my panties and my pants. Savage stuffs himself back inside his pants and stands from the floor. He helps me up and I straighten my clothes. I look up at him and he’s staring at me with an unreadable expression. I open my mouth to speak, but only a squeak comes out.
Quickly, I turn around and hurry from his office. I have to leave. I can’t be around him without asking him to fuck me. And I’m not ready for that. Am I?
I get to my room and shut the door, leaning back against it, and take a long breath. Looking down at myself, I see specks of come on my hand, shirt, and pants. It’s only then that I remember the mess I made in Savage’s office, coming twice without cleaning up.
Feeling a little ashamed and a lot dirty, I whip my clothes off and head to the bathroom, filling the large tub with piping hot water and some of the lavender water Janet left me. That shit smells amazing and has made my skin feel extra soft.
Sinking down into the water, I rest my head on my knees. I’ve never felt pleasure like that in my life. I didn’t think Icould. Now I want more. More spankings, more of the comfort, more of him fucking my throat with abandon and calling me his good boy.
Fuck, since when do I like any of that? I always thought “good boy” was condescending. But when it came out of Savage’s mouth? God. It was like the sweetest ambrosia.
This is bad. Very bad. I won’t be able to keep my distance for the next eleven months. It’s like something shifted between us. With how he pulled me to him after I came the first time. How he called me baby, and in such a soothing voice. I wantmoreof that.
Will he give it to me? And what’s more, if he does, can I walk away from it when the year is over?
Chapter Seven
Savage
Wedon’ttalkaboutwhat happened between us in my office, though I’m dying to. I hadn’t expected Abel to enjoy being spanked, and I certainly didn’t expect him to come. When I told him ten swats if he wanted to come, I was only half-serious. I fully expected him to pull up his pants and leave after I spanked his ass five times.
And what an ass he has. Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass so plump and perfectly shaped. So lickable.
After our office “meeting” we went back to Abel sucking me off a few times a week. After he gets done and leaves, I sit in my office, thinking that’s no longer enough. Not after I’ve touched him and saw him respond to my touch. Not after I’ve seen his naked ass. Not after I’ve made him come.
Then I feel like shit because he’s been getting me off for weeks and I haven’t even hinted at returning the favor. I know he gave himself to me for his brother, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need to get off, too. I’m not a selfish lover, so I should have spoken up.
Are we lovers? Is that what our arrangement would be classified as?
Whatever we are or aren’t, I want it to change. I want to feel him under me, scratching my back and moaning my name while I’m inside him. I want to see what it looks like when my dick disappears between those round cheeks. I want to know what he sounds like when my dick is hitting his prostate over and over.
But I don’t broach the topic. Don’t really know how. He barely has a kind word to say to me or me to him. We just say enough for me to get what I want. Not a way to live, honestly. It’s been two months since he came to my home and I know nothing about him, other than what I looked up or had my PI find. And he knows nothing about me, except where I work and what my come tastes like.
I haven’t wanted emotional intimacy in years, haven’t really had the desire to let anyone get close to me. Not after what happened years ago. But I want to get closer to Abel. To see what it is about him that makes me want that in the first place. He’s feisty with a smart mouth and I really like that. No one talks to me the way he does. Well, Quin and Janet do, but they don’t count. They’re family.
Speaking of them both, I trot down the stairs from my bedroom to see them talking in the foyer. I’d rather stay in and pretend I’m not feeling a sense of discontent, but it’s Friday night and I have dinner plans with a prospective partner. Any other time, I would have declined, but this is a business I’ve had my eye on for a while. If they allow one of my online payment portals to be attached to their site, it could bring in over three million dollars in three years. Not bad for a business I started on a whim twelve years ago.
Quin looks up at me with twinkling eyes, and Janet somehow looks both amused and worried. I glance back and forth between the two, but neither says anything. “Something the matter?” I ask when they continue to stare but not speak. Quin’s eyes go to the left, towards the kitchen and I turn around and my jaw drops before I can stop it.
Abel is walking from the kitchen, holding Adam’s hand, talking to him animatedly. Adam is hanging on to his every word, eyes gleaming, looking like he’s being told the best news in the world. That’s not what’s got my mouth agape. It’s the outfit Abel is wearing.
