"I don't need a reason." he tells me as he is undresses. There's no way I am gonna make it to that door now. "Suck me."
"Right here? Right now? Anyone could walk in and--" That would really be great for my rep, wouldn't it? Seeing me on my knees in front of god and the world, yeah that's what I call an ego booster.
"Are you questioning me? Do I need to remind you of who is in control?" He's got that look in his eye, but there's no need for him to remind me because I'm well aware of the invisible leash he has around my neck. I am vaguely aware of the fact that I'm the one that gave him said leash in the first place.
"No. I'm sorry." Damn, that sounded pathetic. Just the way he likes it.
"So what the fuck are you waiting for?" Before he completes the sentence I'm on my knees, and as soon as it's complete his cock is half way down my throat. God damn, I've missed the way it feels against my tongue, no matter what I've been telling myself.
"That's right, take my cock all the way down your throat, bitch. You've missed it haven't you?" I swear to god he can read my mind.
"Urmhum" I know I miss this control he as over me, too. No one else has ever been able to do this to me because I just don't bitch to anyone. But I can't resist him...and he knows it too.
"Suck it, bitch. Hard." I pull against the hard muscles of his hips, driving him further down my throat, knowing soon he's gonna wrap his hands in my hair and fuck my mouth in a frenzy.
"I want to feel...Ahh...yeah, that's it. Take it all...God, yes..." Tears spring to my eyes as he holds my head in place with those hands, those wonderfully painful kind of tears that are almost orgasmic in themselves. I know he's about to go over the edge, and I eagerly await for him to fill my mouth. It's just been too damned long...
"Wait, not yet. Want inside you. Forget the lube, I'm gonna give you that lesson now." An involuntary shudder courses down my spine as I remember the last lesson he taught me. Not a bad shudder, oh no. It's the kind of shudder that happens when I know I am going to enjoy the lesson.
"But it's been so long, and I'm not--" I try to stall, to maintain some kind of control over myself, but I know I've lost the battle within my mind.
"DO IT!"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" Nope, not gonna say it this time. I am *not* going to reduce myself to this again! I can't let him do this to me. I refuse to-
"I said" He yanks me up hard by the roots of my hair for emphasis, and I know now I'm going to say it, despite what my brain tells me. "YES WHAT?"
"Y-yes, Daddy." I can feel his hard cock resting against my stomach, and fuck me if mine hasn't hardened more, too, by my own humiliation.
"That's my good little boy." He pauses then to caress my cheek, the softness of his touch making my knees weak. "So pretty when you're mine."
In a flash I am on my knees, and with one hard thrust he's inside me, stretching me beyond comprehension.
"FUCK!" Jesus, I love this.
"Oh, I plan on it. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk." As an after thought, he adds with a smirk, though he knows the answer. "You adjusted?"
"N-NO!" I bother to shout that for his satisfaction, because I know what he's going to say next, and I think that maybe I tell him no so I can hear him say it.
"Too bad, bitch."
Over and over he slams into me, the only sounds from either of us are my strangled cries of longing and the low growl that's building in his throat. Roughly he jerks my cock as he bites down hard on my shoulder, and I know I can't hold out any longer.
"Come for me, slut. Show me you're mine." That's all it takes and I'm shooting all over his hand, the floor and whatever happens to be on it. A few more hard thrusts from his cock and he releases his growl and fills me completely as my muscles milk him.
He collapses on top of me, hand still wrapped around my softening cock underneath me, and it's then I realize just how much he needs this, like I do, and how long he's waited to show me what I mean to him.
"I've missed you, Jay." He breathes softly into my ear as he tries to collect himself. There's so much pain in his voice, as if the admission is killing him. As if knowing I am the reason he's hurting is too much for him to bear.
"I've missed you too, Hunter." I tell him as he lifts himself off of me and starts to clean up, adding to myself 'You're pretty when you cry.'
