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Hank’s lips and asswere aching, hot, possibly swollen, by the time Master Thomas raised his head.
“Isee you as perfectly built for me,” Master Thomas informed him. “You please me. Your body pleases me to look at and touch, and soon, it’ll please me even more.Youwill please me even more.”
“You say what I need to be told,” Hank whispered, his eyes burning as he closed them. As much as he protested otherwise toeveryone, he was very self-conscious about his body. “We’re all supposed to be buff or bears, or cute little hairless twinks, and I’m… I’m just me, an almost middle-aged guy who doesn’t look like anyone special.”
“You’re just fine.” Master Thomas gripped Hank’s chin again and tipped it up. “Look at me.”
It was hard to look him in the eyes this time, harder than before, but Hank did it sincehe’d been commanded to.
Master Thomas had the darkest green eyes Hank had ever seen. Thin slivers of gray ran through the irises. Hank could have stared at them all evening, had he been given permission to.Well, maybe not, but I’d love to have something the exact color of his eyes to look at. God, I sound like some lovesick twit.
“I like you built just as you are,” Master assured him. “AlthoughI’d appreciate having your undivided attention.”
Hank couldn’t doubt the honesty in Master Thomas’ voice or his unwavering stare. “I’m sorry, Master. Your eyes are gorgeous and I was thinking about their color.”
Master smiled. “Thank you. I believe you’ve earned a reward.”
Before Hank could even get another word out, Master pinched both of his nipples, plucking and twisting until Hank was breathlessand moaning.
“Tell me something else,” Master urged. “Something you have to force yourself to admit. Give me one secret.”
“A-about you?” Hank hissed as Master twisted both tips again.
“Yes,” Master replied. “What did you first notice about me that made you want me?”
Hank could understand Master needing a little ego boost. Everyone could do with one at times, especially after being hurt. “First,it was the way you focused so completely on your sub.”Say his name! Don’t be petty.“On Kelly. I thought he must have felt so…so taken care of.”
Master winced. “That wasn’t the case.”
“Itwasthe case,” Hank dared to argue. “At least on your part. You might not have loved him—Kelly, but you did care for him as your sub.”
After a moment of silence, during which Master studied Hank, Master spoke.“I did my best, but we didn’t communicate. It seems very clear that Kelly wasn’t happy as my sub.”
“Asasub,” Hank said, knowing it was taboo to correct a Master, but unable to let his carry the blame. “People grow and change, and sometimes, that includes their sexual preferences, like whether they’re a top, Dom, bottom, sub, switch, what have you. Kelly might be exploring his nature and desiresfor the first time. It can be difficult to do.”
Master grunted and slid his hands up from Hank’s belly to his nipples again. “Enough talking about any other men. This is between you and me right now.”
This time, Master added his fingernails to the mix as he dug them into Hank’s pecs. The scratches would be gone in minutes, but the additional pain against his skin was chasing off all worriesand thoughts of conversation.
“Yes,” Master rumbled right before giving both nipples a borderline-vicious twist.
Hank shuddered where he stood, shaking like an earthquake was rolling through him. He might have swayed, might have started to fall—he couldn’t have said which or if either happened. All he knew was the sweet bites of pain, the press of Master’s mouth to his again, the nip of teeth,then the strong, safe embrace of his Master’s arms around him.
“I want everything,” Hank thought he heard Master say, but the blood was roaring in Hank’s ears, so he wasn’t certain Master had even spoken.
Still, he nodded, or tried to. Whatever he managed must have been the right thing to do, because Master purred like a big happy lion, the sound setting a swarm of butterflies to flight in Hank’sbelly.
Master eased back and held Hank by the elbows, supporting him, which was good as Hank didn’t think he could stand otherwise.
“Look at you,” Master said. “So flushed and lips swollen. Your nipples are going to hurt for days.”
Hank moaned, unable to repress the sound, unwilling to as he knew his Master wanted to hear it.
Master flicked both tips and Hank’s moan turned into a yelp. Thepain zipped down to his dick and he almost reached for his shaft.
“Don’t you dare come,” Master warned. “Your cock is leaking, and your balls—” He slipped one hand down and palmed Hank’s tight sac. “Already drawn up.”
Hank gulped. “I want you.”As if that isn’t evident.
