Page 24 of Zero Happily Ever Afters

“Dorian?” He breathed heavily into the phone, gripping his hard cock. “Guess we lost the connection right when I was about to—”

I grabbed his hips, startling and arousing him, then flipped him onto his stomach. This surprised and confused Milo, who was fully prepared to slip his dick back in my mouth a moment ago.

“Not yet,” I muttered into the phone, fueled by a surge of assertive longing.

Milo lay still, patient, and kept the phone close to his ear, listening to the spike of desire that’d shifted my mood. No longer had I linked us to serve his needs, but instead to command himto please my own. Moving down his body, my projection kissed his lower back before licking his crack.

I stared at his beautiful bubble butt, then slapped his left cheek.

“Oh.” Milo chuckled. “Feisty.”

“I’ll show you feisty,” I whispered, voice deep and gruff, so much so it carried a weight of authority that made Milo arch his back.

I slapped his ass a second time and then bit his other cheek so he wouldn’t feel I favored either. I loved them both. Milo bent his left leg, moving it closer to his torso and spreading his cheeks. I kissed him, working my way to his hole, licking with long, lavish strokes that bathed Milo in a sensation of pure warmth. His teeth chattered as my tongue worked him over. His muscles tensed when I poked my tongue in his hole.

“Relax,” I said into the phone.

The ease and ecstasy that released from Milo at the sound of my voice, my gentle order, only further fueled me. Using my tongue, I loosened and lubed Milo, listening intently to every hitched breath that came through the phone.

I supposed the sensation of my spit on his hole was purely psychic. It was as if we were inside his head, me weaving and controlling reality—an easy feat inside the mind of another—but we weren’t inside his mind. It didn’t matter; I had the power to shape everything he experienced. Each of his senses belonged to me.

“You’re mine tonight.”

Milo panted into the phone.

“Say it,” I whispered into the phone, echoing my words inside his mind.

“I’m yours.” He clenched his teeth. “Do what you want with me.”

Milo sank into the mattress, completely lost in the pleasure. Each kiss, each tickle with my tongue, each soft breath was practiced and trained and meant to elicit more passion. Every second I spent rimming Milo only further enticed him.

I got hard listening to Milo moan, feeling him quiver and shake. I rose up, moving over Milo where I kept his ass spread as I slowly entered him. It wasn’t skin-to-skin, not really, but the projection and imagery and fantasy of our bodies entwined helped strengthen my manifested hold over Milo.

Each thrust was deliberate and meant to push Milo closer to the edge. Milo hadn’t lost a fraction of his erection from when he started with gentle kisses, turned into gagging deep-throating, and finished with a lathering rim job. Now, I held his hips in place as I pounded him, sensing the throbbing of his dick that rubbed against the sheets.

“Hold on,” Milo groaned.

“Relax,” I said into the phone despite being incapable of listening to my own words.

Milo whimpered and bit his lip when he finally came, unable to contain himself another second. I slowed my pace, moving one hand up his spine as he’d started to hunch, moving away from me as his body convulsed and twitched. I pulled him back into position.

“You’re not going anywhere yet.” The deep authority in my lowered voice sent an excited shiver through Milo’s body. “What are you?”

“Yours.”

Satisfied with his response, I took my hand to jerk his cock, savoring the pleased exhales Milo let out as I stroked the last sticky pearls.

Since Milo had cum a moment ago, his body quivered, turning into complete and total putty for me to play with. He wanted me to finish, to use him however I sought to achievesatisfaction. Part of me wanted to ram my dick in hard and fuck him fast and rough until I exploded. I started to, taking swift, brutal thrusts that made Milo bite his pillow as his eyes teared up. I grabbed his blond hair with both hands and yanked his head back, pounding into him as he lay there, completely obedient to my desires. The slap of skin became rhythmic, intoxicating.

I slowed, taking long, easy strokes. This allowed Milo’s breathing to ease as he gained his bearings on the psychic cock that rammed him relentlessly. Kissing his nape, I caressed his shoulders, running my hands along his slick skin until I got to his lower back. I forced him into a deeper arch, adjusted his positioning, and reached around to jerk his flaccid dick.

“I’m not done with you, Enchanter Evergreen.” I bit his earlobe, relishing the moan he released as I stroked him hard with each gentle thrust. I wanted him hard again; I wanted him throbbing like me. I wanted him to quake and beg and plead for me to cum, for him to reach the edge of his release and beg for more. His longing strengthened my psychic grip, allowing me complete and total control. “You’re mine tonight.”

“Yes.” Milo moaned.

I gripped his jaw and turned him to face me, just enough so he could see me in the corner of his eye, the vision of my authority. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

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