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“What is it, sir?”

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so.” I made sure my words came out casual, as I felt Sam’s cock twitch underneath my palm. “You don’t want to know what happens if you come without permission, so if I were you, I’d make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“But…,” Sam’s lower lip quivered, “how am I supposed to not come? When you’re touching me like that?”

“You’re smart. I’m sure you could figure out a way…” My words trailed off as I brought my mouth back down to Sam’s cock, my hand making its way toward his balls, gently kneading them as I sucked him off through his boxers.

“Damon—”

“Wrong name.”

“Sir…,” Sam whimpered. “There’s no way that I can keep it in… I don’t… I can’t…”

“You’ve got this, Sam. I believe in you,” I replied as I reached for the hem of his boxers, shuffling them down to the floor below. Once unburdened from his boxers, Sam’s cock popped free, straining and hard as a rock. I playfully licked at his shaft before swirling my tongue along his slit, making sure I got every drop of his precome between my lips.

“Fuck. You taste so good, Sam,” I murmured, before I repeated the motion, deliberately making my movements agonizingly slow. “You have no idea…”

“Sir…” Sam’s thighs trembled even more, his body seemed like he was right on the edge. “I… If you don’t want me to come, you can’t do that…”

“I never said I didn’t want you to come, Sam,” I clarified. “I just said that I wanted you to come when I told you to. All I’m asking is for you to follow orders. That’s all.”

“Damon—Fuck!” Sam cried out as my hand swiftly made contact with his ass.

“Wrong name,” I corrected him. “You don’t get too many more warning shots.”

“You’re not being fair,” Sam whined, as he folded his arms across his face. “This is impossible, and you know it.”

“Nothing’s impossible when you put your mind to it.”

“My mind to it… sure…,” Sam mumbled, as he planted his feet on the floor, his attention going anywhere but me. At the same time, I noticed a distinct lack of precome leaking from his cock, like he was purposely holding back from me, his hands balled into fists by his side.

“You need some help?” I asked, my tone filled with a playful edge.

“Need some help?”

“Not coming for me,” I clarified. “Because if you want, I have a trick that could really help cool things down.”

“…Is this your version of giving me a break?” Sam cracked an eye open down at me, his body relaxing. “So, I don’t blow my load and end up over your lap or something?”

“I don’t think I said anything about giving you a break, Sam,” I replied, as I got up from the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

Sam eyed me with suspicion, as I headed to the kitchen. I returned shortly after with nothing visible in my hands, something that seemed to make him even more suspicious as he looked me up and down. Before he had a chance to ask any questions, I was back on my knees in front of him, my mouth wrapping around his cock…

And soon enough, there was the reaction I’d been looking for.

“Damon! Oh, my God!” Sam let out a rushed breath, the sensation of the ice between my lips and his cock probably hitting him like a ton of bricks. “Oh, my God!”

I pressed my hands against his thighs to keep him in place, my mouth bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, the ice melting with each motion.

“Damon! I can’t! I can’t!” Sam cried out, his whole body starting to shake. “I’m coming! I’m—”

A few seconds later and I could taste Sam’s come landing on my tongue. It was mixed with the refreshing waves of the cool water hitting the back of my throat, the concoction heady and perfectly strange. I didn’t stop moving my head up and down his shaft, not until I was certain I’d gotten every last drop out of him, not until his thighs stopped shaking with the effort of finishing inside my mouth.

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” Sam looked down at me with remorse written across his face. “I’m sorry, sir. I really tried to not—I don’t know how I was supposed to—”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Sam,” I cut him off with a warm smile.

“I don’t?” Sam quirked an eyebrow. “You mean, you’re not going to punish me or anything?”

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