Page 79 of Body and Soul

“That's right.” Shepherd traced the curve of my cheekbone almost tenderly before gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “We had an agreement, Eli. You wear the plug all day. No coming until I allow it unless you want to use your safe word and I haven’t heard you say it yet.”

I swallowed hard, Shepherd's grip on my chin unyielding as he held my gaze. The intensity in his dark eyes made me shiver, even as desperation clawed at my insides.

“You're right, Sir. I'm sorry,” I managed, my voice coming out small and chastened. “I can keep going. I won't safe word unless I absolutely have to.”

Pride and approval gleamed in Shepherd's eyes at my words. “That's my good boy.”

His praise washed over me like a soothing balm, momentarily eclipsing the desperate ache throbbing through my body. I would do anything to hear those words from him, to know I'd pleased my Dom.

“Thank you, Sir,” I breathed. “I won't let you down.”

Shepherd smiled, a small but genuine quirk of his lips. “I know you won't. Now, go kneel by my chair while I make us some lunch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The boy did everythingI asked, even going beyond, though he barely touched his lunch—a reaction I understood given the circumstances. Still, I was proud of him for following my lead all morning, and I wanted to reward him for making it this far.

I could see the strain in him, this new kind of torment taking its toll. It was a challenging first full day, but he’d agreed to it. I didn’t want him to suffer unnecessary anxiety. Watching him fidget through lunch and cleanup, I knew he needed grounding and comfort—and I knew just how to give it.

Settling into my leather armchair, I beckoned Eli with a crook of my finger. He approached, hands clasped, eyes lowered, and I guided him to kneel between my legs.

“You’ve been so good for me today, boy,” I praised, fingers threading through his platinum hair. “I know it hasn’t been easy, has it? Wearing that plug, feeling it tease you…” I paused, clicking the remote to send a deep vibration through him.

Eli let out a choked whimper, his face flushing crimson as he struggled not to rut against the air. “N-no, Sir,” he gasped out. “It's been so hard not to come...”

“I know, sweet boy. You've done beautifully following my rules.” I continued petting his hair soothingly. “You deserve a little reward for making it this far. Something to take your mind off that aching cock of yours for a little while.”

Eli peered up at me hopefully through his long lashes, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears of frustration. “Please, Sir... I need...”

“I know exactly what you need, boy,” I rumbled, my own cock starting to swell in my trousers at the sight of his desperation.

I unzipped my fly slowly, pulling out my hardening cock. Eli's gaze fixed on it hungrily, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Go on then,” I encouraged, guiding his head forward. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

Eli didn't hesitate, opening his mouth wide and swallowing me down. I groaned at the wet heat around me, my hand fisting in his hair. He set to work bobbing his head, taking me deeper each time until I felt myself nudge the back of his throat.

“Fuck, such a good boy, taking my cock so well,” I growled, holding him in place and thrusting shallowly into his willing mouth. Eli moaned around me, sending delicious vibrations up my shaft.

I pulled him off after a few moments, his lips shiny with spit. He gazed up at me dazedly, already slipping into subspace. This was exactly what he needed—to be used, to serve, to focus on my pleasure instead of his own denied release.

“I'm going to fuck your face now,” I informed him, my voice low and rough with arousal. “I’m going to be rougher than last time. You just relax and take it like a good boy. Tap my thigh three times if you need me to stop.”

Eli nodded eagerly, his eyes glazing over further with submissive need. “Yes, Sir.”

I wasted no time fisting both hands in his hair and slamming my cock back into his waiting mouth. Eli gagged briefly but quickly adjusted, relaxing his jaw and throat to take my punishing thrusts. I set a brutal pace, fucking his face with no mercy, grunting with animalistic pleasure.

“Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it. Like this is your sole purpose, boy,” I growled, pistoning my hips faster.

Tears streamed down Eli's face from the rough treatment, but they were tears of relief, of letting go. He needed this—craved it. To be dominated so thoroughly that he couldn't think, couldn't worry or feel anxious or guilty. Only feel me, my cock, my control.

My balls drew up tight, my climax building at the base of my spine. Eli sensed it too, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. With a low growl, I slammed in to the hilt and spilled down his throat in thick spurts. Eli swallowed it all greedily, not wasting a single drop.

I held him there until the last aftershocks faded before carefully pulling out. Eli gasped for air, red faced, his pupils blown wide. “Please, I need more...”

“Shhh, I know. You're being so good for me.” I guided his head back to my groin, rubbing the wet head of my cock over his lips. “Open. Stick out your tongue.”

Eli instantly obeyed, and I rested my heavy cock on his waiting tongue. “Just keep me warm, boy. No sucking yet. I'll use your mouth again when I'm ready.”

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