Page 74 of Hiding From Laughter

Mumbling something like thank fuck, Ashtonsat straighter and his gaze dropped to my hand as I released the button on myslacks. “I…I’ll…I’ll try hard.”

He was going to try hard to make sure Ifucked his throat, so I knew we were both on the same page.

“Let’s see then.” As I pushed the front ofmy pants down just far enough to release my erection, I barked out anotherorder. “Hands behind your back. You should already know that.”

He gave a start and looked around like hehad no idea what I was talking about, but once he saw his hands in front of hisbody, he blinked and shoved them behind his back. “I’m sorry.”

That was definitely genuine confusion andwent right to my dick, making me even harder. “You should be.”

The more befuddled he got the easier it wasto stay in character because it was just so fucking hot. His arms were jerkyand his body didn’t seem to want to work right, but my favorite part was howslow his brain was. It was like he was so turned on by what I was doing to him,every system was short-circuiting.

“That’s better.” Nodding as he slowly gothimself situated, hands behind his back and knees splayed wide, I raked my gazeover him and settled on his hard cock. It was arching away from him, beggingfor attention it wasn’t going to get anytime soon. “Show me where you can’ttouch. Point to it, slut.”

That added just a dash of humiliation and Igot another full body reaction as I made him move his hand again. Ashton wasblushing and squirming, but he pointed to the head of his cock and swallowedhard. “There, Master. I can’t touch this.”

“That’s right. Who does it belong to?”Nudging the base of his dick with my boot, I raised one eyebrow. “Should you bemaking me wait?”

I could almost see the circle thinkingscreen come over his face, and it took several long moments for him to blinkand come back to life. “No, Master.”

And then it took another few seconds forhim to realize what I’d asked him.

“Oh. I.” Giving his head a shake, heglanced between me and his dick, then back to me. “It belongs to you.”

“That’s right.” And it was so insignificantit didn’t even get a name. “Back into position.”

As he scrambled to get his hands behind hisback again, I wrapped one hand around the base of my erection and pointed it atmy needy boy. “Show me how a good slut apologizes to his Master.”

Shaking, Ashton took a steadying breath andslowly leaned forward until he could gently brush his lips against my slit.When he’d barely given me a kiss, he waited, knowing he didn’t have permissionto move yet.

I gave my cock a squeeze, milking justenough precum to paint it across his lips. “Show me how sorry you are, slut.”

He had no idea what transgression had gottenhim to that point, but he was quick to throw himself into his apology. His lipswrapped around my cock and he sank as deep as he could the first time, keepinga tight suction as he slowly pulled off.

“I’m not impressed, slut.” Not moaning thatout and ruining the scene made me the best Dom ever. “Try harder.”

Stern face.

Rough tone.

Snapped-out orders.

Stand perfectly still.

Ashton’s brains might’ve already turned tomush, but as he set about enthusiastically apologizing, he was quickly doinghis best to kill mine too. But since both of us being brain dead would be aproblem, I thought about the most boring meetings I’d ever been in and startedreplaying them in my head.

It kept me from exploding too quickly, butnothing short of the apocalypse could’ve made me go soft when he gagged aroundme. “Still not impressed, slut.”

It was completely fake because Ashton wasan impressive cocksucker, but we’d played out the game so many times I knewexactly what turned him on the most. I just had to get us there by being adick. “Again.”

Shaking, Ashton bobbed faster as I sighedand played the bored Master, unimpressed and getting more frustrated by thesecond. “I can barely feel your throat. Stretched-out little slut.”

It was so far from the truth I could’velaughed but Ashton looked up at me like he wanted to apologize again andswallowed around the head of my cock. “I’m going to have to keep a better eyeon you, slut. I should be able to feel that throat when I use it.”

His fantasy Master was generally a dick, soI didn’t feel bad about the insinuations I was casting. I was an asshole. Hewas a slut. We were madly in love and always made incredibly unhealthydecisions. So it was the perfect dirty book romance.

“Half-assing an apology is no apology atall.” Sighing, I wrapped one hand around the back of his head and squeezed justenough to have a firm grip on him. “I have to do everything myself.”

Which included fucking his throat.

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