Page 80 of The Gambler's Prize
“You know, I was thinking I could get my head shaved,” he says. “Just like you.”
My heart drops into my stomach. Shave his beautiful hair? No more burying my nose in it after we make love, drinking in the scents of his post-sex sweat? No more tangling my fingers in it and gently guiding his head down onto my waiting cock.
“Er…” I say, hedging for time.
He bursts out laughing. “Kidding, Boss. You think I’d ever go for that?”
He starts to put his hair up in its velvet tie, looking proud of himself. Of his beautiful hair, and the fact that he fooled me good.
“Florian,” I growl. “That wasn’t very....”
“What?” He grins at me.
“I’m the only one allowed to tease around here.”
His hands go still on his hair as I grasp his chin hard.
“On my lap, now,” I order. “We need to get you back into line.”
“Yes, Boss,” he whispers.
A subtle flush creeps up his neck as he does what I say, arranging himself in my lap, straddling me with his legs either side of mine. His crotch inches close to my stomach. Excitement builds in his eyes as he waits for my next words.
“Hands behind your back, eyes closed,” I snap.
He does what I say in an instant, trusting to my steady hands on his hips to hold him safe and upright. He tips his head to one side, listening hard for any signal now because he can’t see what I’m thinking. His lips part a little as he waits for my next touch or word, but he stays silent and obedient. I run my thumb over his full bottom lip and his body tenses with pleasure. His cock begins to swell, showing clearly through his thin underwear. His arousal caused only by my command and by the simple touch on his lip.
“I’ll have to teach you not to tease,” I say.
“Yes, Boss.”
“The trouble with aristocrats is that they forget their place sometimes.”
I slide my thumb into his mouth for him to suck on before he can answer me back. He starts to suckle eagerly, unashamed of how fast his erection is growing as I bully him.
“You’re good at making me forget I’m an aristocrat,” he mumbles.
“You like forgetting it?”
“Mmm-mm.” His affirmative moans get throaty and deep. “Anyway, I’m not an aristocrat here.”
“What are you?”
I take my thumb out of his mouth because I want to hear this clearly.
“Your humble servant,” he whispers. “Yours.”
Pleasure shivers through me, but I take a breath and ignore it. This is about Florian’s pleasure.
“And you like it when I put you in your place,” I say.
He moansyesagain. I drive my thumb back into his mouth, deeper this time, making him gasp and buck his hips into me, involuntary. He’s so turned on he’s squirming in my lap, trying to press himself into my body that he can’t see. I have to focus hard to hold him steady with one hand. He should be afraid of falling. But he doesn’t move his hands from behind his back. They’re as good as tied by my orders. I’m humbled by his trust, holding him more tightly with my left hand. I won’t let him fall.
I palm his cock through his underwear, rubbing my hand against its firm length. He whimpers and presses himself against me, eyes still closed. His breath shortens as I let him grind against me. I stroke his cock through his underwear, a mix of hard strokes and soft teasing, listening to the rhythm of this breathing, playing by the little flutters of his eyelashes as pleasure rips through him. His neck tenses, tendons at the sides straining, and he sits up straighter in my lap. His cock pulsesbeneath my fingers. A low moan comes from deep in his throat. And then wetness soaks through his underwear into my hand, onto my bare stomach. He relaxes into satisfied stillness in my lap. But he still doesn’t move from the position I ordered him into.
“Eyes open,” I say softly.
I need to see the satisfaction and pleasure in his blue eyes with their little gold specks. They don’t disappoint. They’re dazed, almost sleepy, pupils fully blown out after his surprise climax. He smiles his thanks at me. He wasn’t expecting that sudden pleasure this morning at the breakfast table. Watching him take it from me feels as good as if it were my own climax.
