Page 76 of The Gambler's Prize
“That’s what I was doing while I made you wait. You thought I was just being cruel?”
“No, Boss,” I lie, excitement coursing through me.
“I was prepping myself for you, getting my hole nice and ready for you. It’s been… a while since I did this.”
His confidentBosstone falters for a moment, making me want to hold him close. And now I’m worrying about his quick prep. When he saida while,it sounded like he really meant it. I don’t want him to get hurt because of his impatience for me.
“Maybe we should go slower, then,” I say.
Then I suddenly remember the dildo he shoved in my mouth when he spanked me. Maybe all this time I’ve been waiting for him to take me to the bedroom, all this time I thought he was holding back because of my terrible experience at the fair or because of our complicated history, he's been fucking himself with that dildo and thinking of me. The thought makes my nerves tingle. I look up and meet his eyes.
“You’ve been preparing for me?” I ask. “Hoping for this?”
“Very much hoping,” he says. The longing running through his voice is so deep, I shiver. “And now you get the chance to make this yours.”
He turns and shows me, his ass crack slick with oil. I can’t touch, but I manage to grab his ass cheek in a bite, hands still lashed to the headboard, before he turns back and presses a hand over my mouth.
“You’re a little animal,” he says, like he likes it.
With incongruous delicacy, he flips up my apron to reveal my straining cock. He licks his lips. Then he sits himself down on me, slow, savoring, eyelids flickering as my tip eases inside him, oil making the path easier. He takes me deeper, engulfing me. My eyes close and I struggle to breathe. He’s tight at the rim, and so hot, and he fits me like a glove.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes. “You were made for me, Florian.”
It’s easy to figure out my line this time.
“Yes, Boss.”
He rides me, controlling the rhythm, controlling everything. It feels so good and it sounds so good, slick wet noises as he moves up and down on me, taking his pleasure like the arrogant, in-control boss that he is. Oil slicks over both of us and my breath speeds as I watch his dark eyes watching me. Pleasure races through my body from my cock in hot waves. I’m galloping at breakneck speed toward an epic climax.
Then he stops and sits still, with me deep inside him, and he’s just looking at me.
“Stop,” he says.
“But… but you’re so tight and good…”
A smile curls his lips. “Those aren’t your lines, Florian. I’m your boss and I saystop.”
I hold still, almost combusting with the strain. I’m so desperate to thrust my hips upward into his tight heat. But my obedience is stronger. My boss said no.
“What if I told you we’re going to stop for good right now?” he says.
“You wouldn’t?”
“What if I told you to get out of me right now? What if I told you I’m not going to let you come at all?” he breathes.
I whimper at the thought.
He laughs and it vibrates through his inner muscles all around my cock, making it even harder not to try to thrust again. What am I allowed to say? I’m allowed to say please, aren’t I?
“Please, Boss. Please,please… ”
He ignores my pleas. “Would you do that for me, Lord Florian, my little aristocrat?” he says. “Stay unsatisfied for your boss?”
Would I? I think about it, still poised deep within him and not allowed to move.
“I would, Boss.”
He looks at me strangely, his face suddenly serious. He dips his face close to mine.
