Page 45 of Santa’s Little Faker
Hand freezing, he looked down and realized what he’d done. “Sorry. That’s rude.”
Well, technically?
Maybe?
“No, it’s just mine.” The dryly delivered line got a jolt from him and it seemed to fire right to his dick based on how he rocked his hips forward and whined. “When you are in this house, that naughty cock of yours belongs to me. No touching. No tugging. No orgasming without permission. Is that clear?”
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
His eyes were the size of plates and he looked like a cartoon character, but after a few more seconds he nodded slowly. “Green. Yes. Green. Rules. You…you make rules.”
“That’s right.” And he seemed to approve of that based on how his hand had tried to jerk toward his dick again. “But you have to agree to the rules. You just told me you were green and you agreed to the rule, though. So there will be consequences if you disobey it.”
Oh, he was tempted.
Very tempted.
As I wondered if he’d ask about consequences or test me to see what would happen if he squeezed his dick again, his inner monologue must’ve decided that wasn’t a good idea. “I’ll be a good boy.”
For the time being.
But I could work with that and decided to reinforce the good behavior by wrapping my arm around him again and giving his ass another squeeze as I pulled him roughly against me. “I’mglad. I want to be able to reward you tonight. I’ll find a reason to punish you another time.”
He was back to being shocked, but it seemed to be a good thing based on the way he pressed closer to me. “You’re…you’re in charge.”
“Of you and your cock. Yes.” Massaging his ass to make sure he remembered all the parts I could claim ownership of, I kept his gaze on mine because that seemed to make his knees weak. “And of how I’m going to reward you.”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded anyway. “Green. Yes. I’m green.”
That was also something I was going to reinforce, so I hummed softly and leaned down to kiss right under his ear. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me what color you are.”
He let out the softest, sexiest moan but it quickly turned into a whine as I straightened. Orlando was nearly vibrating with something pent up inside him, but when he stayed quiet, I knew he was debating what would be good and what wouldn’t.
My naughty boy wasn’t going to lose his rewards.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Making it a simple order had relief popping out of him like a balloon.
“I wanted a real kiss. A mouth kiss. I promised you a grown-up kiss. I wanted to give you that. To let you take that. Yes. You’re taking the kiss I promised you.” When he reached the version he liked, the flood of information stopped and he just stared at me.
“You did a very good job of following my order. I’m going to remember that later.” For the time being, I gave his ass anotherfirm squeeze that had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Ask me sweetly, though. How does my sweet boy ask for a kiss?”
I wasn’t sure if it was the order or another random thought in his head, but something had another jolt of pleasure racing through him and got me another sexy whimper. “Please will you take your kisses, Sir? I want to be your good boy.”
Sexy as fuck.
“Oh, that’s very sweet.” Pressing him against the front of my body so I knew he could tell just how much I liked how perfect that was, I slowly brought my mouth to his to give him time to change his mine. “Sweet words make me think of naughty things, though.”
His whimper was just as sweet as his request had been but before he even realized what he’d done, I swallowed it as I took his mouth in a hot kiss that skipped over all the innocence and went right for the passion.
I didn’t want there to be any question about how I saw him or what kind of kiss I wanted from him. I also didn’t want him thinking about anyone’s grandma while I was holding him, so I made sure he knew it was his Dom taking the kiss he’d been promised.
Orlando’s whimper turned into a moan as my tongue stroked his and his knees seemed to go weak every time I tightened my hold on his ass, but my favorite part was the way he clung to me and rocked back and forth. He couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted more, so he pushed his cock against mine and then arched his ass out for more attention.
