Page 40 of Storm Bound
“What do you say?” he whispered.
Our mouths were barely apart. His breath blew right on my face. His warmth pulsed through my skin.
“I say… use me… sir.”
And he didn’t waste another second. His hand came up to grip my nape, our mouths collided, and our bodies crushed together, mine becoming alive under his rule.
His free hand came up to my cheek and stayed there, loosely gripping my jaw as he deepened our kiss, his tongue an eager explorer on a mission.
I was on a mission, too. To please and obey my master. There was a tingle in the pit of my stomach as I awaited orders. Orders I couldn’t refuse.
I had no idea why my body, my mind, my entire nature was so much in need of dominance and control. I just knew I needed it.
And there he was, this man, willing to give it to me without question. Without mocking me. Without making me feel less because of it.
As if he could read my thoughts, Charlie pulled away from me and licked his lips.
“Tasty,” he said. “Take off your clothes.”
The electricity zinged through my body as I brought my hands to my shirt to unbutton it.
“Not so fast. Take it slow, baby,” he said.
I paused and took my time undoing the second button.
“B-boy,” I said.
“What was that?” he asked, the change in his tone and his behavior was so hot. I loved that he could switch his dominant on so quickly.
“Please call me a boy, sir,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow.
“You want to be my boy?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “I’ll call you my boy. And you will address me as your master,” he said. “Always. Unless I say otherwise or… you say your safe word.”
I took a deep breath, trying to contain my excitement. Was this really happening?
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“Good. Now be a good boy and take off your clothes. Anddon’ttake your eyes off me.”
“Yes, Master.” My voice was shaky, but not because I was scared. It was because of how horny I was just having this interaction with him. It had been so long since I’d had that.
So I followed his instructions, taking everything off while keeping my gaze on him and taking pleasure in how much he was loving my striptease.
He bit his lip when I opened my shirt and revealed my chest and stomach. I wasn’t fit in any way or form. If anything, I was overweight, but that didn’t seem to turn him off. I didn’t think it would.
Then I took off my pants, and as I slipped the band of my boxer briefs over my ass, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he huffed.
It was amazing how someone so young and so innocent looking could give me such master attitude that I wanted to spend my days serving him.
My dick was hard, and he didn’t fail to notice when my briefs came down to my thighs.
He grabbed them and pulled them off me as fast as possible, pushing me down on the couch cushions and taking my length in his hand.
