Page 35 of Blind Justice

“My name at this club and for this moment is Master Duncan. When you speak to me or when you answer me, you use my honorific, okay?”

“Yes, Master Duncan.” A zing of anticipation shot through Enzo. He couldn’t explain why it turned him on to be under Duncan’s thrall, only that it was mesmerizing and intoxicating. He swayed, allowing his eyes to close while listening to the man in front of him.

“Good boy. Tell me, do you spit or swallow?”

Enzo’s eyes flashed open as heat filled his cheeks. “Both. I don’t do it much to be honest.”

Duncan stared at him.

Enzo gulped. “Master Duncan.”

“Better. I gatheritmeans head?” Duncan pressed.

“Yes. Most guys are down to fuck, not do all that foreplay shit, Master Duncan.” He tried to sound tough, but he ended up sounding like Bella when she complained he didn’t go down on her enough.

“That will change. I like a good blow job while I’m working. It alleviates my headaches and releases pent up tension.”

“So, you do this a lot then? Here? Is that where you are before you come here? Er, Master Duncan.” Shit, he sounded like a spiteful girlfriend, when he wasn’t anything to Duncan. Guilt followed quickly on the heels of his envy, since he’d fucked Bella in the shower the night before.

“Are you jealous?” Duncan smirked. “Or are you upset you didn’t get to watch another man take my thick cock down their throat?”

Both. “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said what I did.”

“You have tons of reasons, Enzo. Let’s see if we can make you forget for a little while.” Duncan added pressure to the back of Enzo’s head, pushing him to his knees. “Not the place to give head, since I don’t have a mat in here.”

Enzo didn’t care. Right now, he stared at the tastiest dick he’d ever seen. Duncan kept himself trimmed, allowing Enzo to appreciate the full girth of his cock. Precum dribbled down Duncan’s dick, causing the hard, silky flesh to glisten. Enzo’s mouth watered, and his palms itched to touch the man. “I’ll be fine, Master Duncan.”

“Yes, you will.” He stared down at Enzo. “You won’t control this, I will. I won’t do anything to hurt you either. What do you say if you want to stop?”

“Red, Master Duncan.”

“Good boy,” he replied. “Where are you now? Red, yellow, or green?”

“Most definitely green.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Please, Master Duncan. I understand the rules.”

“No, you don’t, but we’ll make an exception for this instance, because if I keep looking at your tempting face while you lick your lip, I’m going to nut all over you.”

Enzo shivered. His dick gave a hearty kick, and precum leaked from his tip. Only Bella ever turned him on the point his cock dripped copious amounts of precum. He fisted his hands at his sides while he waited for Duncan to tell him what to do next. It was torture and excitement rolled up into a ball. Anticipation and arousal coursed through his veins. Enzo hadn’t realized how much he wanted the man standing over him until he sank to his knees in front of Duncan.

“I’m in control, Enzo. Not you.” He placed his palms on the sides of Enzo’s head and pulled him forward. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

Enzo complied, ready for whatever Duncan had planned for him. The first slide of his tip across Enzo’s tongue had him groaning. The spicy masculine flavor exploded across his taste buds, and he wanted more. Instead, Duncan pulled back, counted to ten, then began again. It drove Enzo to the brink, creating this maelstrom of sensations that crashed over him all at once. He trembled. The hard surface of the tub pressed against his knees, adding another layer of tension.

“Shit, look how pretty your dick is right now.” Duncan caressed Enzo’s tongue with his tip, spilling more of spicy goodness for Enzo. “Does it hurt?”

Enzo moaned. Fuck yes, his dick hurt, but in the best way possible. If he touched himself then, he’d orgasm embarrassingly quick. So, he ignored the urge and focused on the man in front of him.

“I bet it does. So does mine. Wrap that pretty mouth of yours around the tip of my cock and begin sucking on it.”

Enzo did as he was told, sucking on the cap of Duncan’s erection. However, when he ran his tongue along Duncan’s slit the man pulled from Enzo’s mouth. He stared up at the man, unsure as to what he’d done wrong.

“I said suck on my tip, not tongue it. Understand, boy?” Duncan snarled.

“Sorry, Master Duncan.” Enzo opened his mouth once more and waited.

When Duncan placed his tip against Enzo’s lips, he began again, this time doing as Duncan instructed. The satisfied, yet still hungry sound emanating from Duncan turned Enzo on. The deep, rich, throaty noises clawed their way free and invaded him. He whimpered. Everything before that moment with Duncan had been child’s play, but this... This was a man in his prime taking exactly what he wanted, the way he craved it.

“Ready for more?”

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