Page 15 of Wylan

“I-I’m sorry. What was that?”

I chuckle a husky, wicked sound.My poor flower, already so confused.Oh yes, Wylan is definitely going to be fun. His body was built for pleasure. “I said, does it look like an innocent massage to you?”

I nibble his ear.

“No-no,” he stutters. “This looks…like my dirtiest fantasies, Sir.”

A groan rumbles from my throat at the title. He hasn’t called me that since before the auction in the beginning of the month. If he wants to call me sir in the bedroom, I’m all for it. “You, my boy, are so damn tempting.”

He shudders, pushing his little bubble butt back against my groin. He stills when he feels my hard cock.

For a second, I think he’s about to pull away. Instead, Wylan flips my world on its axis when he grinds against me, a tiny twist of his hips, then tells me what he wants. “Harder, Sir. It hurts so damn good.”

Fuck. Me. I almost come, just like that. I massage him for a few more minutes before my hands start to wander all over his body.Unbuttoning his pants, I pull out his hard cock and begin to stroke him, riling him up and driving him crazy.

“Maybe someday you can come to the club with me on demo night. Would you like to try out a flogger, or maybe some hot wax?”

Wylan nods eagerly. “Maybe you can bend me over your knee and use a paddle too?”

Damn, the thought of my boy’s cute little ass red with heat, is a sexy image.

“Look at yourself, petal. Just the idea of pain is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Wylan studies our reflections with an eager desperation as he thrusts into my grip. A few more strokes and I have him whimpering and begging to come. “Please, Daddy. Just a little, give it to me, please.”

Wylan watches as I slide my free hand up his torso, scraping my nails against his skin and up his chest.

He moans when I scratch a little harder.

“Yes, sir. Please. Harder.”

“Fuck, baby.” I can’t help but grind against his ass. When his eyes roll back in pleasure, I take that moment to pinch and twist his nipple hard, while I stroke him at a punishing pace.

Wylan comes, shuddering apart under my touch, and spilling onto the floor in front of us. I kiss his cheek and thank him, before tucking him back into his pants and quickly grabbing some paper towels and cleaning up the mess.

I groan when I notice Wylan is still tenting his pants. Sure, he isn’t as hard as before his orgasm, but clearly his cock loves the attention. Oh, to be young again.

I’m about to pull out my own cock and relieve myself when a noise catches my attention.

Suddenly, the whoosh of the door swings open, and the noise from the restaurant filters in. I step back in shock. I’d completely forgot where I was. Lost in Wylan. Lost in his scent. Lost in his moans and his pretty body.

“How do you feel about us exploring this further in the privacy of my home?” I whisper to him before we’re caught. I turn him around so my body blocks his, and tug him into the large stall. I know Wylan would just die of embarrassment if one of his coworkers saw him tenting his work pants.

“My place is closer.” Wylan chuckles, glancing down at his still hard cock. “Let’s take a moment to calm down first.”

I smile, feeling lust drunk and happy. Tipping his face up to meet mine, I pepper kisses on his lips. “Sounds good, petal. Let me nibble on your lips a bit while we wait.”

He laughs again, then, to my delight, Wylan bites me, hard. In the kink community I’m used to seeing love bites from things like pet play or primal play, so, the fact that Wylan seems to do it so often is sexy as sin. I don’t know if he likes it because it’s his way of claiming me, or if he likes doling out a little pain. Either way, I’m one hundred percent here for it.

“Fuck, boy. Now I’m going to need a moment to calm down too.”

Wylan smirks. “Good.” With that, Wylan leans up and kisses me on the nose. “Finish closing up here, then meet me at my place in about an hour. I’ll text you the address.”

My lips tilt into a wicked smile. “You’re bossy when you’re horny.”

He beams up at me. “Huh. I guess I am.”

Chapter seven

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