Page 23 of Stolen

“Have you ever considered that maybe no one’s out to get you?”

“Have you considered that it’s better to be safe than sorry?” I scoffed. “Assuming the universe is conspiring against me is the safest route to go. Always.”

“Hmm.” Jacob hummed as he set down his glass and walked around the bar, not stopping until he was standing right in front of me. “That sounds like it stresses you out.”

“Stress is just background noise at this point?—”

“Get on your knees.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Jacob gently took the apple and knife out of my grip, placing them on the counter behind us. “Now, be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

I was completely thrown by his request, but I felt my knees bending toward the floor anyway. When I was settled in place infront of him, I felt his palm underneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“Suck my cock.”

“Jacob—”

“You don’t want to?”

I felt my face flushing red, as desire swept through my frame. “It’s not that. I just?—”

“You just don’t want to follow directions.”

“I can follow directions,” I huffed, my hands moving up toward the zipper of Jacob’s jeans. It felt like I had something to prove now, that I needed to remind Jacob that I’d blown his mind before and I could easily do it again.

It didn’t take me long to pull down his jeans and boxers, his cock popping free from the fabric. As soon as I laid my eyes on his shaft, my mouth wrapped around it, my tongue licking across his slit. I bobbed my head up and down his cock, loving the way I could feel it hardening against my cheeks.

“Fuck,” Jacob groaned above me.

I smiled to myself, pleased with my work. When Jacob’s cock started to throb inside my mouth, I playfully put my hands behind my back, making sure Jacob saw me do it, too. I was hoping his next command would involve me using my hands, and I’d get the chance to remind him that he’d ordered me tosuck his cock, not get him off using my palms or fingers.

“Always trying to stay in control.” He grinned, almost like he was able to read my mind. “Even with my cock in your mouth.”

Before I could say anything in response, I felt Jacob’s hand resting in my hair, right before he started to thrust his hips against my mouth. I whimpered as I could feel my own cock hardening underneath my pants with Jacob’s every thrust, desperate to be touched, desperate for release. Even as his cock hit the back of my throat, all I could think about was Jacobbending me over the bar, pulling down my pants and driving his perfect shaft inside me?—

“Fuck! I’m coming,” Jacob groaned, as his come shot down my throat, a few strings of it landing on my tongue. He shifted slightly away from me, far enough for his cock to pop out of my mouth.

And far enough away that I could already see him zipping himself back up.

“Oh.” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice.

“Oh?”

“You’re not going to touch me?”

“Don’t you have a dinner with the guys tonight? Another impromptu photoshoot?”

“I do, which just means that we’d need to be quick?—”

Jacob cut me off by gently pulling me to my feet, his hands resting on either side of my waist. “Don’t worry, Leo. I’m going to fuck you tonight, just the way you like.”

He then slid a hand down toward my hard cock, casually rubbing the bulge through the fabric. “Or did you already forget our agreement? You’re mine, for as long as you’re here. All of you. Whenever I want.”

“And you don’t want me? Right now?” My voice was low and pleading. “Please, Jacob?—”

“Do you trust me?”

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