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“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect. You love this so much.”

I do love it. In some ways, debasing myself for him somehow makes me feel stronger, complete, like belonging between a man’s legs is my superpower and there’s nothing I can’t do if I have that.

“Kiss them—one, then the other.”

Gaze still firmly on his, I kiss one of his nuts before moving to the second. Even if I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. Something about his dark stare holds on to me, keeps me in its grasp, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Now my cock. Start at the base and kiss your way up.”

Yes, yes, yes!spins around my head, twisting and turning and fueling me on. My lips press to his thick shaft, the scent of him lingering on my skin and inside me.

One, two, three, four, over and over again, I kiss my way up his cock.

“You worship it, don’t you? My cock is your king. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for it, is there?”

“No, Sir,” I reply, knowing it’s the absolute truth. Like everything that happened in my life led me to this moment where I can be a cock-worshipper for my king.

Sir holds the base, angling his dick upward so I can kiss the tip.

“Lower your mouth down and around it.”

I push up higher on my knees, loving the look in his eyes, and I slowly…so fucking slowly…take him into my mouth. He’s thick and hot and perfect, stretching my lips just right, the weight on my tongue one I’ve longed for.

I stop when I can’t look at him and do it anymore—not sure if he wants me to keep going or to continue our eye contact.

“There you go… Look at you, so pretty with your mouth full of cock, just as you were meant to be.”

Waves of contentment wash through me.

I nod, which should be humiliating with his dick between my lips. It is, but it also isn’t, and I love both aspects of it. Wanting it to be humiliating and getting off on that, while at the same time, feeling power from him using my mouth this way.

“You’re going to stay how you are while I use your mouth for my pleasure. If you need to safe word, tap my thigh twice. When I’m finished, I’m going to come on that pretty, cock-sucking face of yours, and then maybe I’ll let you come.”

He waits a moment, and I realize he wants me to give him my consent again, so I nod. The instant I do, Sir’s hand fists in my hair. He holds my head in place, snapping his hips forward and gagging me on his cock.

I swallow when it hits the back of my throat, taking him as far down as I can. Sir has the right angle, so he’s not hurting me, but he’s definitely using me as nothing more than a hole for his pleasure, and damned if that truth doesn’t make me soar.

Tears spring to my eyes, run down my face, creating more rivers and streams to match the ones he’d given me when he spanked my ass. It still burns, but my mind is distracted with the dick in my mouth, the stretch of my lips, and being the best hole I can be.

Tears fill my eyes so much that my Sir becomes a blur. But the scent of him is still surrounding me, comforting me, relaxingme, putting my mind in this place that only the smell and heat of him can do.

I’m sure it’s not Marsh specifically, that any good Dom could give me this, but right now, it’s like he’s the whole fucking world, my whole world, and everything exists for this moment to take place. To show me it’s okay belonging on my knees for another man.

“That’s it. My good boy. Look at you, being the most perfect hole I’ve ever used. You’re going to work a load out of my balls. That’s your reward, getting marked by your king with the pleasure you brought out of me.”

My dick twitches, balls drawing up, and for one moment, I’m gripped with fear that I’m going to come and disappoint him. I grab my balls, pulling them away from my body and stopping myself while gagging and choking on Sir’s thick meat.

I cry out, jerking my head forward when he pulls free. “I want it!” I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed.

His hold on my hair tightens, burns, keeping me in place just as the first hot spurt of Sir’s load lands on my cheek.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, the second spurt hitting my tongue, the next my other cheek. He smears it into my skin while I sit there with my mouth open, salty cum on my tongue.

“Swallow,” Sir says, and the second I do, he’s pulling me to him again.

I can see a little better now, the tears fading. He tugs me to his lap like I was earlier, ass in the air, dick against his legs.

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