Page 49 of Fixate
I couldn’t give in too soon.
And I couldn’t push too far.
Taking his face between my palms, I made sure his eyes were on me before I spoke. “Mon chou,” I cooed softly. “I am going to give you everything and more. All I ask is that you be honest with me about what you want. Use your words. For tonight, no will be enough. Say it to me and everything comes to a halt. Nod if you understand.”
Some of the haze in his eyes cleared at the command. “I understand, Daddy.”
I smiled then, wide and sure. My fingers slid through his short hair. I pulled just enough for him to feel it, though not too much to hurt.
“You’re going to go into my bedroom and strip for me. I want you to fold your clothes and put them on the dresser. Then I want you on the bed, arms behind your head.”
His pupils blew wide at the instruction. For a while now, I suspected that he’d need a firm hand to guide him. Someone to take away his need for order and instruction.
I’d gladly be that person.
Outside of the bedroom, he could keep his collected persona in place. But here, he’d be mine.
I released him to go do as I said. We’d see how well he could follow instructions after this first task. While it was good to get an idea of what he would do for me, it was also crucial to show him he’d be rewarded when he did what I asked of him. There was beauty in submission. I just had to show him.
As he ambled down the hall, I focused on getting my holster off and put away. Then I went about getting some water for us both and an array of finger snacks to keep him nourished while I have my way with him.
I loaded everything onto a tray, then made my way to check on him. He’d had plenty of time to get ready. Leaving him too long would make him worry, but going too soon would interrupt his process. I needed to time it just right.
When I got to the doorway, I found him on the bed in the position he’d been told to assume. I nearly tripped over my own feet at the sight.
Fuck, he was perfect.
His eyes trailed my movements as I took the tray to the dresser. I eased it down beside his stack of clothing, careful not to slam it with my shaking hands.
I wanted him so damn bad. My body vibrated with need.
Stalking to the side of the bed, I looked down on him, letting all the desire I felt show. He relaxed deeper into the mattress, as if seeing me pleased with him did wonders.
“You did well, mon chou.” I ran my fingers over his temple.
He closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. When they reopened, I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him. It was far too short, but I had other things to focus on.
Things like that beautiful cock of his.
I turned from his mouth to look down the length of his body. Not saying a word, I climbed up onto the bed and moved to where I’d fit between his thighs.
“Spread,” I demanded.
He moved instantly, opening himself to allow me the space I wanted. Wrapping my arms under his thighs, I moved until my mouth hovered over his length.
“Keep your eyes on me. I only want to hear you say two things: More, please or Thank you, Daddy.”
I waited for his nod, then I dove in. The first swipe of my tongue against his length felt like a shot of adrenaline.
There were people out there who hated sucking cock. I was not one of them. In fact, I’d suck one morning, noon, and night if I could. There was power in being the giver in this scenario. Every action I did determined the level of pleasure my partner could have.
With Ricardo, the enjoyment was twofold. Not only was I enjoying the power sucking his cock brought me, but I was fulfilling a fantasy I’d had for a while. There would be no more ‘what ifs’ floating around about him. I could get answers to all the deep seeded fantasies I’d had for this man.
Not that he was an experiment or anything.
This thing between us — whatever it was — felt different from other relationships and flings I’d had. I don’t know if it had to do with the buildup of want or maybe the fact that I was his first male partner. Neither seemed enough of an answer.
I allowed myself to savor every second of coaxing his pleasure free. From the soft whimpers to the way his abs tensedwhen I pressed my nose into that space between his groin and thigh. The spot where his smell was most potent.
