Page 39 of Quickies

Was it a test? A game? If so, I didn’t know how to play it.

“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll obey you.”

His eyes widened, and he licked his lips.

“Obey me? Such a big, powerful man. Don’t you want to grab me, bend me over, and fuck me?”

My heart thrashed against my rib cage. I could see myself doing that, and a part of me liked it. I was only human. But what the alpha in me wanted was irrelevant. I couldn’t care less.

“Give me an order, Mr. Olivier. Please.”

His gaze darkened, and he seemed to grow before me—or maybe it was me who shrank. He pushed his thumb between my lips, stroking the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth to him, letting him invade it.

“Suck,” he said.

I tightened my lips around his thumb and sucked as he curled his fingers around my chin. The taste of his skin…

He scrutinized me, his eyes fierce and defiant.

“You see, none of those men cared about who I am and what I need. They wanted to bedtheParis Olivier. They didn’t wantme. But you know me, don’t you? You have to. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. Yet, you’re here, on your knees, begging me to give you an order. And, God forgive me, but I want to. I want to order you around and have you, the big scary alpha, obey me like a dog.”

A shiver went through me, like a jolt of pleasure through my system. I sucked harder on pure instinct, and he stroked my tongue with his thumb.

He pulled it out abruptly.

Bereft, I gazed up at him with my mouth open as he sat on the edge of the bed and raised one foot toward me. He lifted his chin expectantly.

I untied the lace and removed his shoe, then I removed the other one, and then his right sock. When I peeled off his leftsock, he placed his right foot on my face. I remained still, with my hands around his ankle.

Closing my eyes, I nuzzled the arch of his foot. He pressed against my face, his toes curling on my forehead.

He could kick me in the head, and I’d crawl back to lick his feet.

“I want to be naked. Take my clothes off. Then I want you to massage my feet.”

I slid his top over his head and unbuttoned his pants. Step by step, I undressed him, uncovering his godlike body. He had the loveliest pecs, small but rounded, a smooth belly, and a perfect cock. It was half hard and pale, and it would fit into my throat just right. But I didn’t stare at it for long.

When he was naked, I settled on my haunches and lifted his foot to my chest. I kneaded the arch and dug my fingers along the tendons on the top of his foot. I could feel his gaze on me as I worked.

“The other one.”

I set his foot gently onto my thigh and lifted the other one.

“Look at me. All of me.”

I dragged my gaze up his bare body, from his parted thighs and his now-hard cock, his belly button and his tight pink nipples, to his flushed face.

“Does it arouse you to see me naked?”

I swallowed. “Yes, Mr. Olivier.”

“I want to see it. Show me your cock, Boone.”

I didn’t think about it. He wanted to see me, so I would expose myself. I unzipped my pants and let them sag on my hips. I took out my desperately hard dick and let my arms hang at my sides.

“Stroke it.”

I closed my eyes as I ran my hand up and down. Pleasure tingled along my length when I felt his gaze on me.

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