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“You’re not still angry at me for any of it?” My voice comes out as a whine when I ask.
“Blank slate, puppy.” I feel a kiss on my head.
“Are all future punishments going to hurt that much?” I grumble into his chest.
“Are you planning on a repeat performance anytime soon?” he asks wryly. “I do not want to punish you like that, David.”
“Yeah, you seem real torn up about it.” I nudge the back of my hand against the base of his very prominent erection, as if this man didn’t just light my damn ass on fire.
“And I suppose that half-hard lump I feel poking into me is where all that guilt you were feeling went?” He grabs my sore ass and grinds me forward into his crotch for emphasis.
“Shut up.” *spank* “Oww.”
Chapter Seventeen
A low bell chime is what pulls me up from the inky blackness of sleep. I’m lying on my stomach over Khazak’s chest, my ass too sore for any other position. His body shifts underneath me, and I grumble a complaint as my very comfortable pillow moves out from under me. Five more minutes.
Whatever he’s doing, the bell chimes stop. He moves back to the center of the bed, and I throw my arm over his waist to keep him in place. His arm slips over mine, his hand stroking its way down my back. I’m just about to fall back asleep when that hand drifts farther south and strokes over the inflamed skin on my ass. I hiss when it makes contact.
“I hope a certain puppy has learned not to provoke me, lest he end up with a sore rump.” He chuckles and gives me a squeeze, making me try to move forward away from his hand.
“Didn’t learn nothin’,” I mumble against his chest, eyes still closed. “What was that noise?”
“My alarm.” I make a grumbling noise. Alarms are stupid. “As much as I would love another lazy morning in bed with you, we have a busy day ahead of us.” The hand goes back to stroking my back. “You need to make a good impression on your first day.”
I whine into his skin. Whose idea was it for me to work again?
“I was also considering a repeat performance of yesterday’s morning activities.”
That gets my attention. I squeeze myself against his body for a moment, making sure to grind my hard length against him before I pull away, stretching and finally opening my eyes.
“Morning, Sir.” I rub the sleep from my eyes as they adjust to the dimly lit room.
“Good morning, pup.” He looks down at my erection. “Is that all it takes to get you moving?”
“I am a simple man, Sir,” I respond. “Now what was this I heard about a repeat?”
With another chuckle, he sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. He snaps his fingers and points between his spread legs. “Kneeling rest.”
It takes me a moment to register the order—that it even is an order—but once it does, I move from the bed and sink to my knees between his legs, hands behind my back. Right in front of me is his cock, lying hard against his thigh, green head peeking through the hood of his foreskin. I look up to await my next order.
“Seeing as we have a time limit, I am going to be more ‘hands on’ this time,” he says with a smirk that tells me that is definitely not the only reason. I am okay with that. His hand moves to the back of my head, pulling me near my target.
“I think you have already figured out the most important objective: being mindful of your teeth.” He grips his dick in one hand, pointing it at my approaching face. “We will start working to reduce your gag reflex next.”
The already-wet head of his cock bumps against my lips, and I open them automatically. A familiar taste hits my tongue as the hand on my head beckons me farther down his shaft, more guiding than pushing. Once I feel his cock nearly reach the back of my throat, he changes his grip and begins pulling me back.
We move a little faster the next time, and then again on the next, and the next, until I’m steadily bobbing up and down on the first few inches of his cock. Each time he pulls me back, I try to swirl my tongue around his cockhead, making the appendage twitch nicely before I sink back down it. My jaw is already starting to feel the burn of being stretched open, but I don’t let it show.
“Good boy.” My eyes go up, my belly warm at the praise. “We are going to work on taking me deeper now, alright?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling me down farther on the next stroke. I can feel his cock tickling my throat, and I tense up when I know what’s coming. On the next round, he drags my head down even more and pushes his cock into my throat—and holds me there. I gag almost immediately, but I’ve got nowhere to go.
“Fight against the urge to gag and remember to breathe through your nose.” He finally releases me, allowing me to pull off completely. The hand that was in my hair moves to cup my chin, his thumb stroking over my lips. “I know it is difficult, but unfortunately, the only real way to take care of your gag reflex is to fuck it out of you.”
I whimper, the dirty talk going straight to my dick. Then his hand is back in my hair, and he’s once again filling my mouth and throat. He repeats the same process as before, each time holding himself in my throat a little longer. He never quite lets me pull all the way off, instead having me nurse on his head when I need to catch my breath. My cock is so hard it aches, but I don’t dare remove my hands from behind my back to touch it. I’m so focused on what I’m doing, I barely even register the pain coming from my spanked ass.
Once I am able to hold him in my throat long enough for his liking, he changes back to his earlier tactic of moving me up and down his length at a steady pace. Only now he’s got the added benefit of being able to pull me down a few extra inches. I’m still only taking just over half his length, but if the muttered litany of praises and what I assume are Orcish curses coming from above me are any indication, he doesn’t mind. Each time I make out a “good boy,” my cock jumps a little.
