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I nibble my bottom lip innocently, but Cassius is too smart to be fooled. So what that I’ve been working more to help Max out? The poor little Bambi is still lost. He needs some guidance, and while Rhys is great, he’s not exactly the most patient. “I’m just trying to help.”
“You help everyone, and that’s something I love about you,” he says with a warm smile. “Now, let me take care of you.”
Even though I want to resist, when he places my feet in the warm foot bath, I sigh happily. “Okay. Only for a little bit.”
He smirks. “Of course.”
But I guess a little bit turns into forever. Cassius spends hours pampering me. He starts with a foot massage and a pedicure, which he’s surprisingly good at. After that, it’s a lavender tea tree oil face mask, accompanied by hand-fed strawberries and cucumbers to cover my eyes. I feel so at ease with the incense burning around me and the soft music he plays in the background. We don’t speak, not much anyways, because he’s letting me enjoy the silence of it all.
My mind normally isn’t this silent.
After a while, however, I become restless. He’s massaging my calves, digging lotion into my skin, and it makes my cock stiffen under the robe. I start to squirm and soft moans escape me. When I look down, he raises an eyebrow as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Hedefinitelyknows what I’m thinking about.
“How do you feel?” he asks. It’s supposed to be an innocent question, but the heat in his eyes betrays him. “Good?”
“Cassy,” I whine, arching my back as his hands wander farther up until they’re ghosting the inside of my thigh. “Today has been perfect, but?—”
“But my sunshine needs something more, doesn’t he?” Digging his fingers into my skin, he uses his grip to part my legs. “How can I make you feel good?”
I’m not normally bashful, but I feel so small right now. Cassius is like a god at my feet, and I’m nothing but a mere mortal who’s lucky to be graced by his presence. I’m at a loss for words as he starts peppering the inside of my thigh with kisses, dragging his tongue up until it reaches the sensitive spot next to my hardening cock.
“If you want something, you have to ask,” he murmurs. I gasp when his hand wraps loosely around my cock. “That’s it. Why don’t you tell me what you need?”
Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I throw my head back with a sigh. I know what I want—the one thing I’ve been thinking about for weeks—but I’ve been too afraid to ask. While we’ve been messing around, it’s been limited to blowjobs and jack-off sessions. He ate me out the other day, teasing me with his fingers in my ass, but didn’t go any further.
What I want…
“Tell me,” he demands, gruffer this time, almost with a commanding edge to his voice. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“I…” I slowly untie the robe, parting it to reveal my cock and my bare chest. “I want you to fuck me, Cassy.”
The very fantasy consumes me. Cassius has been rough, dominant, and everything I never knew I needed. He takes care of me by giving me what I want—the light pain, the degradation, the lack of control—and when we fuck, I know it’ll be incredible.
“Tell me more,” he whispers, rising on his knees, his hands on either one of my thighs, his thumbs mere inches away from my dick. “You want my hard cock in that sweet little pussy?”
I nod shakily, my chest already rising in rapid bursts as he drags the flat of his tongue up my leaking cock. “Y-Yes.”
“Come here.” Gripping my hips, he drags me until my ass is hanging off the edge of the couch. “Got to taste you first. If you want me to fuck you, we have to get you ready.”
“Yes, please,” I beg. My breath hitches, and I squeal in shock when he forces my feet onto his shoulders, parts my cheeks, and attacks my hole. “Fuuuuck.”
He hums as his tongue assaults my entrance. I feel him everywhere. The sensitive nerves light up with electrifying sparks and forces my toes to curl as I soften for him. He takes no mercy, and it’s downright dirty, the sucking, slurping, and groaning. He goes as far as to stiffen his tongue and shove it in my hole, tasting me from the inside, and it makes another burst of precum dribble from the tip of my cock.
“Your pussy is everything,” he rasps, reaching for the lube we keep in one of the end tables. He slicks up his fingers and poises two at my entrance. “Think you can take a few at once?”
“Anything for you,” I pant, then bare down as his fingers slip in. The sting is there, and it’s mildly uncomfortable, but it fades as soon as his mouth engulfs my cock. “C-Cass, that’s so good.”
There’s a sound of acknowledgement that comes from him, but he’s too busy deepthroating me to respond. It’s embarrassing how quickly I’m reaching my peak, especially when he adds two more fingers in one go. I’m so close, right at the edge, ready to?—
“Hey!” I whine, pouting as he simultaneously pops off my cock and removes his fingers. “I was so close.”
Chuckling darkly, he crawls until he’s hovering over my body, his weight pressing against me. “I want to torture you, Skylar. I don’t want you coming until you’re a crying, begging mess. I control you and your pleasure, don’t I?”
Fuck me, he’s so hot. This is exactly what I was talking about. He takes what he wants, demands the most from me, and hecares for me in a way that’s dirty and primal. In the way only I can handle and he can give.
With a gulp, I pull my legs back until they’re pressed against my chest, bending for him, fully exposed. I know I can trust him with everything, even with the filthiest thoughts in my head. “Fuck me up, Cassy.” I’m trembling as he frees his cock and settles in against my entrance.
“Condoms?” he asks, his barely controlled breaths making his chest shudder. “Do we want condoms?”
