with just as much caution anymore. He plundered my ass with the toy.
“Fuck. Oh god.”
“You love that, don’t you?” He leaned forward and kissed my neck. “Don’t you dare come until I’m inside you.”
“Then stop fucking my ass with that thing and put your cock inside me!”
My outburst startled me and him.
“I think you need a minute to cool off and remember who’s in charge here.”
“You are,” I said hoarsely.
“Too late.”
He left me plugged up and moved onto the bed in front of me.
“Watch me,” he commanded.
I raised my head. August propped himself up on the pillows, his hand clenched around his cock. I resented that hand as it moved slowly up and down his length. He should be inside me, not fucking his fist.
My dick didn’t mind the sight of August jerking off before me, though. I moaned, shifting my thighs a little so the butt plug moved inside me.
Oh god, this was the night I would die.
“You want to taste me, Charles?” he taunted.
“Yes…Sir.”
“Then crawl up to me.”
I fucking crawled up fully onto the bed. On hands and knees, I moved like an animal between his thighs, my eyes focused on the swollen redness of his cockhead.
Fascinating.
My mouth watered.
So close.
Just a second away from leaning forward to satisfy my curiosity, I paused and glanced up in his amused face. He was having fun with this. Enjoying toying with me. But he’d forgotten he’d shown me his hand. I could be his kryptonite.
“Sir, may I lick you, please?” I begged.
He sucked in a deep breath, the humor replaced by something dark that flickered over his face. There was no trace of a smile. The air around us vibrated with energy. The sounds of both of us breathing hung heavily in the room. This was what he wanted from me, wasn’t it?
He wanted me to beg? I’d show him how well I could.
“Sir, may I suck on your cock, please? I don’t remember what it’s like.”
Chapter 18
Auggie
Watching Charles crawl to me on all fours was a bigger turn-on than I’d hoped for. He moved gracefully, his face eager, lips red from chewing on them. I was already hard as a fucking rock, my cock pulsing and beading with precum.
He came right between my legs and paused, looking like he’d die if he didn’t get a taste of my cock. His eyes focused on the slow glide of my hand along my shaft as I pumped. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, and I imagined him lapping up my precum.
“You want to taste me, Charles?” I taunted him, thrusting up inside my cupped palm.
He let out a sound that came close to being a whimper, then groaned out, “Yes…Sir.”
“Then crawl up to me.”
I crooked the finger of my free hand at him. I’d gone further than I’d planned to with Charles. When we fucked, he didn’t need to call me Sir. But I wanted him to, and every time he said it, it sent a shiver down my spine.
He might not have realized it yet, but that word wasn’t just mine for control. It gave him power. If he knew how to use it, this man could bring me to my knees and wring things out of me I had no business giving.
What we were doing was already messed up and had to begin and end tonight. Maybe a day or two more, but no longer.
Charles stretched forward, his tongue coming out, but as if having second thoughts, he stopped inches before my red, swollen cockhead and peeked up at me. What would he do?
“Sir, may I lick you, please?”
I sucked in a deep breath at his unexpected question. All amusement dissipated at the hint of a smile on Charles’s lips. Almost as if he knew the effect his words would have on me. But he would figure it out, wouldn’t he? This wasn’t an ordinary man, and I needed to remember that. He might’ve allowed me to see his vulnerable side when we were alone, but in the real world he was a powerful man who owned a successful company.
In the bedroom, we were equals. And we played by my rules.
“Sir, may I suck on your cock, please? I don’t remember what it’s like.”
He thought he could take the upper hand, did he? I reached forward so quickly he didn’t expect it. A startled cry spilled from his lips when I clutched his cheek hard enough to leave a mark on his fair skin. His eyes flew