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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JT

The burn inmy ass somehow throbs even more with Sir’s command. My whole body strums with pent-up desire, dick hard and achy with the need to come. But at the same time, there’s a stillness inside me I’ve never experienced before, the sort of calm you get with something that offers you familiar comfort—the feel of a favorite blanket, or a needed hug from someone you love—only double that contentment, and it’s what Sir is giving me tonight. It seems silly to get that from someone pulling me over their knees to spank me, but I can’t deny the effect it has on me.

“Second thoughts?” Marsh asks, concern in his voice. No, not Marsh. I mean, I know it’s him, and I’m glad it’s him, but I want some separation when we’re here.

“No, Sir.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know. I felt overwhelmed for a moment. Like I’m feeling a lot of things—good things—but I’m trying to wrap my head around them all. I want to keep going, though.”

He frowns as if unsure. Worry and fear spike in my chest that I’m doing something wrong, and it’s making my head spin even more.

“I want it, Sir. Please. Don’t stop. I just—”

“Shh.” Sir reaches out and holds my face in both hands. “Look at me, sweet boy.” My eyes rise to him. “We’ll keep going. I’ll pay attention to make sure you’re okay, but I’m not a mind reader. If you’re feeling something, you need to tell me, and if weneed to slow down or stop, use your safe word to stop or yellow to slow down. There’s no shame in it.”

He’s right, I know he’s right, but sometimes it’s easy to forget. I’m also scared of losing something I’ve been trying to find and finally did. Sir telling me that it’s okay makes it that way. It’s the reminder I need, one that I wonder if anyone else would have known to give me. “Yes, Sir. May I continue?”

A growl rumbles from his chest, and the way his eyes flare tells me I did something right.

“You’re beautiful like this. You really do belong on your knees for a man, don’t you? Asking permission so prettily that it nearly steals my breath.”

My eyes prickle. For a reason I don’t understand, I want to hear him say that—that I belong on my knees for him. “Thank you for giving this to me.”

“It’s me who needs to thank you. Now keep going. I want to see you be my little cocksucker.”

My stomach feels like it takes flight. Desire coils in my gut, fueling my fingers to hurriedly unbutton and unzip his jeans. Sir said he’s not a mind reader, but I wonder if somehow he is because he went seamlessly from praising to humiliating, and it’s exactly what I need—that combo, each pushing different buttons.

When I get him open, his huge bulge mouthwatering and calling my name, I force myself to look away from it and up at him. “Take them off, cocksucker.” Sir lifts his hips while I slowly pull his jeans and underwear down. I move out of the way only enough to get them off, before I’m right back between his legs, where I belong, gaze firmly on Sir’s big, heavy balls and long, thick cock. He’s packing. I knew that from the one photo he sent me, but being here, feeling the heat of him and smelling the musky scent of desire, coupled with how fucking beautiful he is, makes me dizzy. “Ask me for what you want.”

“Please, Sir, may I have it?”

“Have what?”

“Your cock. Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”

“Put your nose right here.” He points to the crease where his leg meets his groin, right beside his balls. “Breathe me in.”

I do as he says, nuzzling into the warmth of him, his heavy sac against me, and inhale a deep breath. Soap, desire, sex, and sweat all create the perfect cocktail that goes straight to my nuts but also adds to that comforting sensation from earlier. Like Sir’s smell could soothe me, releasing serotonin in my head, calming me.

“That’s it, sweet boy. You like that, don’t you? I bet you would sit here all day if I told you to…and you’d like it. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but on your knees, smelling how much I want you. I could make you my cock warmer. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.” I pull in a deep breath through my nose again, tongue wanting to sneak out and lick his balls, but I won’t do it until Sir says I can. There’s nothing I need more right now than being good for him. I want him to use me however he sees fit because serving him will give me what I crave too.

“Good boy.”

My heart throbs. My eyes close. I’m surrounded by Sir’s warmth and scent, and God, I want to bathe in it all, lose myself in this moment with him.

“Lick,” he orders, and I do, without opening my eyes. I just stick my tongue out and lap at his nuts. They’re warm against my tongue, taste like salt and soap, my body craving what’s inside them. He made that for me, and I want to swallow down all the spunk. Want it to fill my belly—I wish like hell I could live off it. Like Sir’s loads could be all that sustains me.

“Look at me. Let me see your eyes while you’re down there where you belong—my nuts on your face, in your mouth. Youwere made for them, weren’t you? To be a place for my sac to rest.”

I shiver in the best way, head spinning. “Yes. God yes. Use my face as you see fit.”

He slides down some, his ass hanging slightly off the edge of the couch. My gaze meets his as I lick his balls, bathe them, and rub my face on them so Sir’s scent is all over me. I want to keep it with me when I leave, want everyone to smell him on me and know he’s my Sir.

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