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Aiden wished he had the self-control to pull away, to punch this insufferably arrogant man, but something about the humiliating words—the humiliating treatment—only turned him on more. Hemoaned around Zain’s cock and humped the air, seeking friction—anything.

Zain pressed his socked foot against his crotch,hard, nothing gentle about it, and Aiden groaned, humping it gratefully, harder and faster, oh god, yes, yes—

He came so hard he nearly blacked out. He was barely conscious while Zain grabbed his face, holding him still as he slammed hard into his mouth, over and over and over. Then he groaned and Aiden’s mouth was suddenly filled with hot, salty come. Aiden coughed, but Zain didn’t let him pull back, holding him in place.

“Swallow,” came a quiet command.

Aiden swallowed every drop, shivering as Zain’s thumb stroked his cheek lightly before Zain removed his hands from his face.

Panting, Aiden looked up, despising how much he wanted to have pleased this man. Was it good?

WasIgood?

Zain tucked his cock back into his pants. His face was inscrutable once again.“Passable. You were more eager than skilled, but some men are into that.”

Flushing, Aiden glowered at him.“Fuck you.”

Straightening his thobe, Zain said,“You’ll need more practice.” He walked out, leaving Aiden gaping.

More practice?

Chapter Ten

Apparently, when Zain had said“more practice,” he had meant it.

Over the next few days, Aiden found himselfpracticingat least twice a day. The asshole didn’t even care what Aiden was doing or if the timing was inconvenient for him.

This morning, Aiden had to forgo breakfast and suck Zain’s cock while the bastard sat at the head of the table, casually sipping his coffee and doing something on his phone.

The infuriating part was, Aidenlikedit. Part of him got off on being treated like a cockwarmer, a thing for Zain to put his cock into and use. He seethed at Zain’s disrespectful, dismissive attitude, but every time Zain told him to kneel for him, his head quickly became foggy with arousal. He hated it, and he loved it. He hated what this man did to him, the way his mind and body became weak with the pleasure of being used. The pleasure of beingowned. He actually got off on the thought of Zain owning him. It was deeply humiliating and disgusting—when Aiden thought of it afterward.

He didn’t give a damn while it was actually happening.

Aiden moaned around the cock in his mouth, his hands gripping Zain’s muscular, firm thighs. The fabric of Zain’s thobe partly covered Aiden’s head, making him nearly suffocate from the heat, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, lost in the sensation of being fucked in the mouth. He was loving even the controlling weight of Zain’s hand on his head. Although the fabric didn’t let him feel Zain’s bare hand, the experience of being confined under Zain’s thobe and being forced to suck his cock while anyone might enter the room was deeply arousing.

Aiden shifted, rutting his aching cock against Zain’s ankle.Like a horny dog humping his owner.But the embarrassment was unable to penetrate the fog of arousal in his mind.

The pressure of Zain’s hand on his head increased. Zain’s hips flexed, thrusting his cock upinto the welcoming heat of Aiden’s mouth. Oh god, yes, yes, more—

Aiden’s mouth was filled with salty come and Aiden swallowed greedily. So good. He was almost there, too—

“Stop,” Zain commanded, sounding only slightly out of breath.

Aiden froze mid-hump, disoriented and so turned on he was close to crying.

“I didn’t say you could use me to get off,” Zain said, pushing his thobe off Aiden’s head.

The fresh air didn’t cool Aiden’s desire in the slightest. He stared dazedly at Zain’s face, panting like he’d run a marathon.“Please,” he croaked out before he could stop himself.

Zain’s expression was… strange, his eyes roaming over Aiden’s overheated face. Aiden pressed his hand to his throbbing erection, needing relief so badly he didn’t even feel embarrassed.

Zain’s gaze followed the movement. His lips twisted derisively.“You’re going to make a mess. Pull it out at least.”

Aiden complied hurriedly, moaning as his hand wrapped around his bare cock. Almost, almost there.

Falling forward, he nuzzled against Zain’s half-hard cock and sucked the tip back into his mouth, ignoring the hiss Zain let out. It pushed his arousal higher—the taste of Zain’s spent cock—and he came like that, moaning around the penis in his mouth and spilling all over the floor.

“Your technique still needs work,” Zain said after a moment, tucking himself back in.“But you’re improving.”

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