Page 38 of Blood Money

I smiled. “Such a good boy. Your dancing was fucking phenomenal. Now relax and enjoy this.”

He sucked in his breath as I took his cock into my mouth, swallowing around him. Sucking him was as good as I’d imagined. He shuddered and whimpered as I took him deeper.

I knew he was desperate to thrust into me, to fuck my mouth the way I had his. He needed more. He needed it harder and faster, but I wasn’t going to give that to him. I was going to draw this out and make sure he understood I was in control, no matter what I chose to do to him.

I toyed with his cock, running my tongue along the underside, lapping at the head, sucking only the tip to draw out more delicious precum. I moaned as I swallowed it.

“Please,” he begged.

I held his gaze, working his cock with my hand, then without warning, I took him all the way down, deep into the back of my throat. He whimpered, trying to thrust into me, but I pinned his hips to the wall.

I held myself still for as long as I could, then I pulled off drawing in deep breaths as I stared up at him. “I told you not to move.”

“I know. I tried. But your mouth…it feels so fucking good.”

“I know it does, but you have to be good if you want more.”

He nodded frantically. “Please. I’m your good boy.”

“Fuck.” I took him back down, sucking him, humming around him, swallowing and letting him feel the muscles of my throat work. He stayed still, but he was shaking, fighting so hard not to move, and it was beautiful.

Finally, I pulled off and sat back on my heels.

Liam stared down at me, mouth hanging open.

“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.” I saw him start to question me, but he quickly closed his mouth and obeyed. I slapped his ass when he was in position. “I expect you to do as I say. Never forget that I own you.”

“Val, please.”

I spanked him again, harder at this time. He cried out, and I loved that desperate sound. I struck his ass over and over until he was whimpering.

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass red like this.” I cupped his cheek in my hand and squeezed, knowing it would hurt. He made a strangled noise as I pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole.

After keeping him waiting a few moments, I bent forward and ran my tongue over it, making him groan. I did it again, flicking my tongue back-and-forth over the sensitive flesh.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

He whimpered. “More. Your tongue, your mouth, oh my God.”

“Do you want me to eat your gorgeous ass?”

“Yes!” He pushed his back, desperate to get what he needed.

“Do you want to feel my tongue inside you? Do you want me to use it to open you up so you can take my dick, so I can stuff you full while you scream for me?”

“Yes. Please.”

I caressed his ass with one hand as I squeezed his hip with the other, forcing him to be still. “So desperate. So needy. You might flaunt yourself for other men, but you know they can’t satisfy you like I can.”

“No. Need you.”

“That’s right. You need me. You need this. Your ass is hungry for it.” He nodded, and I pushed my tongue into him. His knees buckled again, but I was holding him up with my grip on his ass. I fucked him with my tongue until he was crying, begging, nonsense words flowing from his lips. He pushed back, trying to get me deeper.

I didn’t care if he moved now. I wanted him frantic. I wanted him more desperate than he’d ever been. I knew he was close. When I stroked his cock, precum flowed freely from his tip.

I sat back, squeezing the base of his shaft. “Don’t you dare come.”

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