Page 5 of Preyless
Granted, I already knew that. But I still loved the reminder.
Too bad he was in fucking trouble for being a brat.
I could make him suffer a little bit; a little teasing never hurt.
My cock stirred behind my zipper once again at the thought, and I raised my other hand to cup his cheek fondly. My fingersdanced across his pouty lips as I said, “I should fuck this bratty mouth of yours, you know. It was a long day. You’re mine, after all. I may adore you with everything I am, but you’re still my stress relief toy. You’d love that though, wouldn’t you? Being a toy for Daddy.”
My hand relinquished its squeeze enough to let him speak. “So much,” he groaned.
“Cup me through my uniform then. Go on,” I goaded him.
Fire licked up my spine as he did so without question, and I bit back a groan deep in my throat as he squeezed.
And just like that—I was hard as a rock.
My hand gripped his throat again. Not hard enough to constrict his air, but enough to show my possessiveness. “I never said you could play with it,” I warned.
“You never said I could masturbate earlier, either, but I did that. And guess what, the world didn’t explode.” He made a mocking, gasping face. “Would you look at that? I don’t always have to follow the rules, it seems.”
My mouth dropped. Two strikes in one day, and we hadn’t even covered the first, completely out-of-pocket fuckup. “You came without me knowing?”
“Yep.”
“Mmm. Okay,” I started, swallowing roughly as he squeezed my hard length again. He was trying to break my stubborn guard, and any other day, it probably would have worked.
Not this day, though.
I took a deep breath. I was a trained sailor and Special Operations agent.
He wouldnotwin.
My voice came out rough. “How was your day?”
He snorted. “You’re asking me about my day? Really? When I’m like this?”
“Yes.”
“It was good. Thank you, Daddy. How was your day?”
“Just wonderful,” I let out sarcastically, groaning as his hand shifted up my length. “Certainly no complaints. Other than, ya know, work—and an odd email I got.”
“An odd email?”
“Mhhmm,” I ground out as he stroked me over my uniform. I wouldn’t have been surprised if precum was dripping from the head of my cock already. I needed to get out of these camo pants, and fast.
“You sound needy and dumb, Wolfe. Maybe you need to use your boy. Yeah?”
Oh, the pleasure that darkened me as I smirked down at him.
He asked the perfect question.
With a finality in my tone, I leaned down and whispered directly in his ear, “I would, but my boy broke his rules today, so I’m going to go jerk off in the shower. Where you can only watch from outside the glass doors, and that’sifthey don’t fog up too fast. How’s that for yourgood day?”
His mouth dropped open as I stood, laughing, and walked toward the main bathroom—with an unbelievably aching cock behind my zipper.
Having your own dick completely belong to someone else was humbling in times like these.
“That’s rude!” he called at my back.
