Page 69 of Your Only Fan
“I’m not,” he replies and flinches when I squeeze his balls tighter.
“I’m not going to stop until you say it,” I warn him.
I look at him, his brows strained over his eyes, his lips twitching to the side. He’s so freaking adorable. But he’ll be even more adorable when he’s confident about who he is.
“I…” he starts, and I urge him on with a twist where it hurts. “I… am beautiful.”
“Again.”
He huffs and I punish him some more, so he succumbs.
“I… am… beautiful,” he croaks.
“Say it andmeanit,” I say.
One eyebrow perks up and that makes me smile, but I still torture him. Those nuts are not leaving my grasp until he says it like he means it.
“I. Am. Beautiful,” he gasps.
It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Iambeautiful,” he says in one deep breath.
“I can do this all night,” I warn him.
He inhales deeply, pouts, and then, “Fine. Iambeautifulgoddamnit. Now stop it and suck me.”
“There he is,” I tell him with a smirk.
“Who?”
“Professor Rivera,” I say. “Nice of you to join us. I thought you’d ditched us.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” he asks.
I ease my hand off his balls but grip his cock. No one is going soft under my watch.
“Professor Rivera is confident and sure of himself. And yet Isaac is insecure. I just want to bring him forward because I know that’s who you are.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. I like the look on him. It’s not a look I’ve seen often. And there’s so many more looks to see on him yet. I can’t fucking wait.
“You don’t know me so well, then,” he says.
“I’ve been watching you for a year. I’m pretty sure I know what’s real and what isn’t,” I tell him, trying to add as much stress into each word as possible. “I don’t know if it’s me or what’s happened between us, but I know that’s not who you are.”
He shrugs.
“Maybe. But a lifetime of rejection will do that to anyone.”
My heart breaks a little. Who would reject him? He’s the best thing that’s happened to this world.
“Well, whoever did that didn’t deserve you, anyway,” I say. “So I’ll make it my mission to make sure you get that confidence back. One. Blow. At a time.”
And there it is. That smile back on his face. It brightens up my insides. Hell, it brightens up the whole room.
“Well, I won’t say no to that,” he replies, and I get back to work, edging him so close to absolution and then drawing him back off the ledge until he’s begging for release.
But, we’re not done. Not yet. We haven’t even started.
