between his fingers and yanked it back at the last second. “On your knees, pup.”
Heat surged between my thighs. Those four words were always enough to get me in the mood. Then again, so was being anywhere near him. I knelt down between his open thighs, licking my lips as he freed his cock from his jeans. He slipped his belt off this time, and I felt a familiar thrill run up my spine.
“Paws behind your back,” he said in a low, commanding tone.
I whimpered, slipping into pup mode in an instant as he bound my wrists behind my back with his belt. He sat back and took my face in his hand, studying his work with a casual gaze. The approval in his expression melted any shame I might otherwise have felt for kneeling on the studio floor.
Hell, who was I kidding? I had nine hundred and ninety-nine problems, but shame wasn’t one of them. Not when it came to him.
“Good boy,” he purred, caressing my jaw affectionately. He pulled away, gripping the base of his half-stiff cock. “Now lick it.”
I leaned forward carefully, since I couldn’t brace myself with my hands, and licked up the underside of his cock, tracing the path of the vein there with the tip of my tongue. When I wrapped my lips around his crown, I could taste his pulse as he stiffened up in my mouth. The sensation was mesmerising, and the moan of approval he gave as he lay back against the couch just added to my bliss.
Fuck, I could do this all day, every day. Worshiping his cock, feeling his hands in my hair as he pet me and told me what a good boy I was. My own cock was so stiff by the time the slit of his crown started leaking precome that I felt in danger of coming just from the friction of my jeans and the way he was tugging my hair. Eventually, he pulled hard enough to guide me away, and I knew the unspoken command well enough. As much as I wanted what was coming, I still felt a tinge of disappointment as his cock slipped from my mouth.
I loved the salty taste of his come pouring down my throat, but filling my ass was pretty good, too. All of a sudden, I wasn’t so sure about the condom. Getting to my feet with my arms bound proved too much of a challenge, but he pulled me onto his lap with ease and started unbuttoning my pants.
“You wanna ride me, pup?” he asked in a taunting tone as he slipped his hand into my waistband, because he knew damn well what the answer to that question was.
I just whimpered against his lips, hoping that submission would grant me mercy. Sometimes I liked holding out, because the punishments were as enjoyable as the rewards, but not tonight. Tonight, I just wanted him inside me, to finish what we’d already started.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a knowing chuckle, pushing my jeans down to my knees. He unwrapped the condom and slipped it over his cock, which was probably for the best, since it was lubricated. He must have picked up on my hesitation, because he gave me a crooked smile that made my core ache with hunger. “Don’t worry, pup. I’ll give you all you can handle tonight at home.”
My head spun with the promise, and I leaned in, licking his cheek to express my enthusiasm for that idea. He just laughed, petting my hair with his left hand and fingering my ass with his right. It wasn’t always necessary, but he was in a gentle mood, and I knew fussing would just mean delayed gratification. Fortunately, he didn’t torture me for too long before he tossed my jeans aside and helped me adjust on his lap, positioning himself at my entrance.
I lowered myself onto him eagerly, biting back the pain before I thought better of it. He liked hearing me whimper, and scolded me whenever I tried to mask either pleasure or pain, so I gave him what he wanted. His hands settled on my thighs, and he pushed down as he angled his hips into me until I was halfway down his shaft. It was enough to tease my prostate every time I ground my hips against him, and soon, our bodies matched the vigorous rhythm of our perfectly synchronized heartbeats.
I moaned, flicking my tongue out across his lips. He