Page 10 of Whatever He Wants
Isaac smiles.“I accept your offer.”
“It’s not an offer.I said it out loud so you can hear how wrong it sounds.”
“Get on your knees and suck my cock.How does that sound?”
Isaac has always seemed like the perfect example of a good man.I’m stunned he’s capable of saying something so filthy.Showing him my naked body is bad enough.What he wants from me now is even worse.But there are only two choices for me: go down on him, or go homeless.
What if he moves the goal posts again?
What if he wants more than a blowjob?
Will I cross that line too?
I can’t answer that last question which tells me something about myself I didn’t want to know.Isaac has taught me a lot of things over the years.How to play basketball, how to ride a bike, how to solve an advanced math problem on my homework once, how to parallel park.Today, he showed me how I’m willing to throw away my moral compass to avoid an inconvenient life.
Without saying another word, I sink to my knees.
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Denise
Isaac’s smile is gone, his expression unreadable as he looks down at me, naked and kneeling at his feet.A part of me hopes he’s reconsidering, that he’ll return to being a good man.He’ll tell me to get up and forget about everything.He’ll assure me I can stay in my home without fulfilling any more of his dirty demands.
To my dismay, he raises his shirt and undoes his pants, letting them fall around his ankles.He steps back to give me more room, looking at me expectantly.I wish I could cover my body with the towel again.
“Why do you want this, Isaac?How are you OK with me—with something like this?Even though I’m not?”
A beat of silence passes before he responds in a terse voice.
“Your boyfriend will be home soon.Instead of wasting time asking me questions, you should put your mouth to use in more productive ways.”
I clench my teeth.He’s not going to change his mind and nothing I say will make him change it either.He’s always been a stubborn bastard.I used to see that as an admirable trait until now.
And he’s right.Matt is probably almost home.His actions led to this but I don’t want my boyfriend walking in on me cheating on him.The sooner I get this over with, the better.
I lower my gaze to Isaac’s crotch.He’s hard already, his erection tenting his underwear.I don’t know whether it’s flattering or disturbing Isaac got aroused looking at my body.I’m still gripped by utter disbelief I’m about to give him a blowjob.
My hand shakes as I reach up to touch him.His warmth seeps through the material of his underwear against my palm, and I learn his shape and size as I stroke up and down.
God, he’sbig.Larger in both length and girth than Matt at his hardest.There’s something a little tantalizing about his firmness too.When I gently squeeze him, his flesh twitches, and he presses himself into my hand.Heat filling my cheeks, I jerk my gaze up to his.
“Do that again,” he orders.
I obey, applying more pressure to my grip.Isaac groans, and my face burns with shame that I find the sound sexy.What the hell is wrong with me?He’s coercing me, demanding sexual favours in exchange for shelter.I shouldn’t find any part of this sexy.I should absolutely hate it.
His erection swells and stiffens some more as I continue rubbing and squeezing him.Conscious of Matt’s impending return, I push aside my reluctance and peel down Isaac’s underwear.His flesh springs free, and I pause in surprise.Oh god.It’s more impressive in plain view.He curves upward, veins standing out along the thick length, his flushed tip glistening with clear liquid.
So transfixed by the sight, I forget what I’m supposed to do.Put it in my mouth.He groans when I grasp and stroke him.His naked flesh is warm, hard, and silken against my palm, and I’m ashamed again that I like the way he feels.When I part my lips to take him in my mouth, Isaac puts his hand on my head and stops me.
“Tell me you want to suck it,” he orders.
“I want to suck it,” I say, hesitant.
He grips my hair, tugging at my scalp.Not painfully, but enough to let me know he’s in control.
“You can do better than that.”
Do better how?What do I say?I’ve never been good at dirty talk.I’m also not on board with what’s happening here, even if a traitorous part of me doesn’t entirely hate it.
