Page 44 of For You, Sir

“I knew you could handle it,” he said cockily. I didn’t know if he meant the bigger beads or the distracted phone call.

“She said it’s not her specialty,” I explained in a quiet voice. “She’s referring me to someone else.”

“Thought so,” Sir said airily.

“What?” I wriggled indignantly beneath him. “Then why did you make me call in the first place?”

“Because we still need that referral. And I trust Carmen’s advice more than anyone’s.” Sir had stashed the toy under the pillow, told me to make this call in the office. Was this all an elaborate setup? I couldn’t tell if he was a mastermind of forethought or an opportunistic perv.

I frowned and gave him an accusing look over my shoulder. “You, Sir, are incorrigible!”

His eyes went wide and bright. “Oh my God! I’ve always wanted someone to say that to me and mean it!” He laughed.

The music cut out and Carmen came back on, ready to give me the name and number of the other attorney. I put her on speakerphone while I went into my contacts to enter the new number, muting myself so she couldn’t hear me. Sir grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed so I was on my knees, ass in the air. I groaned as Sir came up behind me and started jerking me off from behind.

“C-c’mon, Sir,” I pleaded, my hands shaking. “I’m trying to get the new number.”

“Good luck,” he said. He shoved another bead inside and I made a“guh”sound as it lodged inside. “I believe in you.” His hips kept nudging against the toy embedded in my ass, erection dragging against the back of my thigh.

How could he be so supportive, yet infuriating, at the same time? His stroking hand made me melt, and my protests crumbles.

I unmuted myself. “Thanks. Got it,” I said, trying to quiet my heavy breathing. “Let me read that number back to you…” I squinted at my phone, struggling to read the numbers as Sir’s humping kept jostling me from behind. I thought I did admirably at keeping my voice level with Sir stroking me from behind, his muscular chest pressed against my back. I was so far gone, I probably wasn’t the best judge of discretion.

“Thank you, Ms. Bradley,” I panted. “You’ve been very helpful.”

“Any time,” she said. “Say hi to Einar for me.”

Wait.Had I ever told her that Sir was the one who had referred me? I must have when I first gave my info to the receptionist. A paranoid part of me wondered if Sir’s lawyer had somehow known exactly what was going on throughout the call. Before I had the chance to say anything, she’d already hung up.

Sir clapped a hand against my backside in a loud grab that was almost a spank. “Well?” he asked.

“Well, what?” I gasped. Was I supposed to be doing something? I couldn’t remember.

“Don’t you have a message for me?”

“O-oh,” I said. “Carmen says hi.”

Sir chuckled and stroked me faster.

So close…My world narrowed, blinkered by pleasure. I could think of nothing more than Sir’s vigorous grip.

“What a naughty butler,” Sir purred in my ear.

“You’re the naughty one,” I protested weakly. My balls drew up close against my body with my impending peak. I was ready to fly, aching for him to release me.

“Yeah, but you should know better,” Sir laughed. His heavy breath alternated with mine, arousal on arousal.

He let go of my cock and sat back on his heels. Instead of giving me a reach-around, he reached between my legs from behind and stroked my cock downward, milking me like an animal. It felt crass. It felt wrong. I was so turned on. And just as the tingle of imminent orgasm rolled through me, Sir grabbed the end of the anal beads and pulled. The beads rippled and ribbed my sensitive rim from the inside and I cried out in ecstasy, launched beyond climax and into the stratosphere. My vision went white with sensation, and I heard my voice as if from a distance, calling out Sir’s name.

As my senses returned, I found myself warm and relaxed, lying on my stomach in a pool of my own semen. Sir groaned, his breath hitched, and hot, wet ropes landed on my buttocks as Sir glazed my back with his release.He didn’t leave me alone. He came with me, I thought deliriously.

Heedless of the mess, I rolled onto my back and looped my arms behind his back. It was suddenly imperative to feel his kisses, the affirming weight of his body on mine. Sir kissed me tenderly, his hands scooping behind my back to cup my shoulder blades.

I relaxed in his arms, feeling raw and exposed, yet at peace. I was on a dangerously high precipice, but there was nothing to fear. With Sir, I could fly.

“I’m glad,” he said, and I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t need to specify. If he was glad, I was glad.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, and pulled him close.

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