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“I can do that.” Grateful I haven’t been kicked out and to have a second chance with him, I stalk up to him, take the beer bottle from his hand, and tug him against me. “I wish you were still in your towel,” I growl into his ear, relishing the shiver that courses through his body. I flick the button on his jeans open, next is the zip, the rasp of the metal loud in the silent room. “Commando?”
“I was in a hurry to get some clothes on…” His words fade to nothing when my fingers curl around his interested, but not hard, cock. It doesn’t take it long to get the message and plumps up in my hand, getting harder with every squeeze. “You’re supposed to be kissing me,” he moans, leaning closer to me, his lips only a hair’s breadth apart from mine.
Instead of answering, I press my mouth to his and kiss him. Before my mouth even touches his, my fingers tighten around his dick, even though I’m gripping him hard, unyielding, he moans, I revel in it, it’s still what I want.
He’s paying attention to what I’m saying. Actually listening to me and I know nothing about this—any of this. But his eyes heat up when I tell him to kiss me, and his steps are predatory. I don’t think he’ll ever turn off his Dom, and I don’t ever want him to. He simply needs to know when and where he can let him free and at work is not it.
“You’re supposed to be kissing me,” I tell him, whispering against his lips, waiting desperately for more.
His mouth is firm, bruising as his tongue demands entrance. I acquiesce, parting my lips and letting him invade my mouth. He growls, stroking my dick harder, making me groan. I know it’s not going to take me long to come. But his tongue is as demanding as his fist as he tangles with mine, sweeping deeply into every space, consuming me.
Gasping, I pull back. “I’m gonna come.”
His hand is gone, and I immediately want it back. Instead, he drops to his knees, and it’s his mouth around my dick. He hasn’t done this to me, and fuck, if I don’t want to blow my load. He’s really bloody good at this, not that I’ve had much to go on, but seeing as my dick seems to be in his throat without even a cough, let alone gagging, he knows what he’s doing. He’steaching me how to do it the way he likes. If he keeps this up, I’ll be coming down his throat.
“Fuuuuuck!” I tell him as I tighten my grip on his hair. “I’m close, Saint.”
He pulls off my dick and with a raspy command tells me to come, then he takes me back in his mouth. One last swallow around the head and I’m coming and coming and coming. I shudder with the intensity. I’ve never come as hard, it’s almost painful as he licks up my length, suckling on the tip, teasing the last trace of my orgasm free. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor in front of Saint. I’m panting, trying to form some words to make sense, but nothing comes.
Saint chuckles, tipping my head up with his forefinger. “Are you still with me?”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I think you’ve sucked my brains out.”
“Thank you for the compliment.” Gently, he grips my elbows, and we rise, and he leads me over to the small two-seater sofa. “Sit.”
As I sink down onto the sofa Saint’s parents donated to me, Saint tidies himself up, then parks himself next to me. “You seemed to enjoy that,” he snickers.
“I’m guessing that was lesson number one, that’s how you want me to blow you.” I laugh. “If you do, it’s going to take a lot of practice.”
“You don’t sound like you find that a hardship.” His smile is one of amusement, but it’s so incredibly beautiful, I lose my train of thought. He hasn’t smiled as freely as this around me before. I’ve seen it with his brothers and his dads, but it’s never been aimed at me. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, no reason. I like it when you smile.” I take a risk and lean to him a kiss him softly. “You meant it when you said you don’t know how to be a boyfriend?” I joke.
“Yep, no clue. I’ve been a part of the kink scene since I was eighteen. I’ve been a sub, but never a boyfriend.”
“What? Wait, go back. You’ve been a sub? How did that happen? You don’t seem to have a submissive bone in your body.” This shocks me more than him never dating.
“Every Dom, or every decent one, will have gone through training, and that starts with knowing everything a sub needs from a Dom. How to know when enough is enough or when they crave more. The correct way to flog, whip, and cane, how to tie the correct knots to release a sub quickly. Most importantly, what it feels like to fly into subspace and how to treat a sub when they come down.”
“So, you’ve had all the things you like to do, flog, fist, and fuck, I think you said, done to you?” I remind him of what I’d overheard.
“Yes, and I loved it. But I love doing it to men more. I let a sub fuck me, too, but I still maintain control. A nice dick up my arse every now and then is just what I need.”
I stare at him stunned, this whole conversation has blown my mind. The thought of him going through what he wants to do to me makes it easier for me to accept his demands and treatment. “You know what it’s like to be humiliated, ignored, everything.”
“Yep, every part of the list I gave you. That’s how I know it’s doable. I can see your intrigue and want to do some of the ones that you feel you should be embarrassed by. You did surprise me with a couple, and I can’t wait to do those to you.” He hesitates; something has crossed his mind.
“What are you thinking?” If he’s debating whether he can say it, I’m sure I’m going to love it.
“That although I agree to the hardcore training to be done at the club, there are some softer acts I think you’ll enjoy when we’re together. I’d like to try them with you.”
I’m interested and take a chance, throwing my leg over his, straddling him, resting my hands on his broad shoulders. “Hmm, like what?”
He grabs my arse and pulls me into him until I can feel his hard dick under my bum. “Like you sitting in front of me with my soft dick in your mouth. You don’t suck, you just feel, focusing only on me and the pleasure it gives me. I think you’ll find it incredibly relaxing, any tension from work will disappear. On another note, it’s also a very good punishment, I could make you do it at the club in front of everyone. Or if I was feeling particularly cruel, you have to do it under the table for dinner at my parents.”
Fuck, why is that so hot? Not his parents so much, but with others around me? Yep, sign me up. Saint laughs at me. “Jesus, you’re like an open book. I can read every thought you have; you’re such a dirty slut.”
“Your dirty slut,” I whisper, then kiss him.
