Page 3 of Opening Night in the Dressing Room

I come behind him and run my hands over his tight ass, up his back, across his muscular shoulders, down his sides, up his abs to his pecs until both hands wrap his pretty neck and I lean against him from behind, my whole body pressed into his ass and back.

“Are you gonna do exactly what I say and only what I say?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Anything.”

He swallows under my grip, and I whisper in his ear. “Good boy.”

“Touch me,” he begs.

I lean away and slap his ass. He groans, giving a cute little wiggle but staying right where I want him.

“That’s not what I meant when I asked you to touch me.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant.” I trail one finger down his spine and step to the side of him, so I can see his face. “You wanted me to wrap my hands around that enormous cock of yours and make you feel good, didn’t you?”

“Yes, please, yes.”

From my position beside him, I can see the way his tip is leaking his arousal. He really is big.

I paint a line up the side of his cock with one finger and swipe his pre-cum, bringing it to my lips. He tastes good. Salty and tart and masculine.

He groans. “Fuck that’s hot. If you’re not gonna touch me, at least let me touch you.”

“Not yet.” I stroke along the underside of his cock with two fingers now and his stomach hollows.

“Please.”

“Hmm, so pretty when you beg.” I part the costumes in front of him and step between them. I’m short enough that the bar isover my head. In front of him now, I scrape my nails down his chest to his hips and whisk my fingers across his cock.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “At least let me kiss you.”

He leans forward and down, lips closing in on mine. I put a finger between our mouths just in time. “Nah, ah, ah.”

He throws his head back with a guttural groan.

I slowly lower to my knees. Dragging my hands along his body as I go. With my eyes on his, I lick him from balls to tip. Excruciatingly slow, I do it again. He squirms, cock bobbing, stomach tight, fists clenching around the bar of the costume rack.

“Please. Fuck, please. I need to come, and I don’t want it to be in your mouth. Not tonight. The first time you take my cum, it’s going to be in your cunt.”

“I don’t like that word.” I reach around and slap his ass.

“I want to fuck your cunt.”

“Language!” Another slap.

“I want to fuck your fucking cunt so hard you can’t sit for a week.”

I slap him again, hard this time. Once, twice, three times, just like he clearly wants. His hips buck forward, a moan escapes his lips.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and control that mouth of yours, or do I need to jam one of these dresses in it?”

“Enough,” he growls.

One moment I’m on the floor on my knees, the next, I’m sprawled on top of a pile of costumes he knocked over as he took me down. His body covers mine. He pins my hands over my head. My hips, locked in place by his hips. His legs between mine.

It’s rough and aggressive and so damn hot it takes my breath away.

“Enough.” The repeated word is a whisper in my ear. “Enough.” His soft lips gently kiss the corner of my mouth. “I know you’re scared and control helps you feel better, but I’m done playing.”

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