Page 68 of Penalty Zone

“Take my cock out.”

I unzip his pants and pull his boxer briefs under his sac, then wait for my next instruction.

“Lick my balls.”

I eagerly pitch forward, inhaling as I go to smell my favorite scent—the spicy musk of Leo. His balls are manscaped and taste salty and delicious. My tongue learns the shape of them and presses the skin between to divide them.

When I suck one, he yanks my hair. “I said lick.”

I nod, the sting of him pulling my hair spurring my lust.

Leo stands. “Open and let my cock sit on your tongue but don’t move.”

It’s punishment of the best kind. I can stare up at him, the weight of his cock an assurance there’s more to come. His nails scratch my head, and the cool air reminds me I’m naked at his feet while he’s fully dressed. I absolutely love it.

When my feet fall asleep under me, he removes his length.

“We’re going to the bedroom, and you’re going to follow me on your hands and knees.”

Leo turns and I obey, wishing he were behind me to see my balls swaying and my cock leaking. The floors are smooth under my hands, but there’s plush carpet once I reach the bedroom.

“Stop,” Leo orders when I’m in the open space between the dresser and the bed. “Legs farther apart. Back arched. Head back.”

I’m on display for him and hope he can see my hole. His middle finger traces the bumps along my spine, and I shiver when it continues into my crease.

Leo cups my balls. “Mine.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agree.

“Good Boy.” He tugs my dick. “Mine.”

“Only yours.” My heart thumps, and I feel it in my balls. His thumb spreads my precum.

Chapter 31

Leo

I don’t think he’s aware of the mewling sounds coming from his throat. He’s the most exquisite man. Strong and vulnerable. Capable and intent on pleasing me. He’s so passionate about the things he cares about, and I’m fortunate to be included.

His arched back accentuates his magnificent ass and heavy balls, filled with the cum he’s made for me.

“You make me want to show you off so everyone can see your gorgeous body and that you belong to meandalso lock you in my apartment so I can hoard you for myself.” My middle finger teases his rim.

“Yes.” He arches into my touch.

I believe him when he says he’ll let me do anything. There are toys I bought years ago that gathered dust in my house in Montreal that I brushed off and brought here for him.

I purchased them on a depressed, drunken whim, thinking I’d never use them. In reality, I’ve been waiting for Caleb. He’s the one I’m meant to use them with.

“In the bathroom, there’s a kit for you to clean up. Use it and come back to this position.”

Caleb leaps up and does as I ask, resuming his position freshly clean.

I don’t waste any time. “How many times have you come in a night?” His rim flexes on my finger.

“Twice. With you.”

“Up on the bed in the same position.” I smack his ass. “I bet you could come five or more times in a night, but since you played a game, we’ll start with three.” I retrieve the box with my supplies. “How do you feel about toys?”

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