Page 70 of For You, Sir

“Lie down,” I said, gesturing to the bed.

He obeyed immediately, lying back on the mattress with one arm curled above his head. The tension and misery had vanished from his face, replaced by hungry expectation.

I crawled onto the bed and loomed over him, relishing his openness as he gazed up at me. I could do anything to him. Any damn thing in the world, and he’d probably let me. The thought sent a surge of arousal through me, right down to my throbbing cock. I would never betray that sacred trust. I would take him to the heights of pleasure and depths of depravity—wherever he wanted to go.

In true butler form, Jun anticipated my needs. He found the bottle of lube under the pillow and handed it to me, his cheeks flushed.

“Why, thank you, Jun,” I said with a wicked smile. I squeezed a glob onto my fingers—way more than I needed. I’d observed thatmessinessturned him on—an untidy taboo. I indulged that kink by slathering gel generously over his hole. He bit his lips together and whimpered at the lewd squelching noise it made as I slid a finger inside.

“You like that?” I purred. The lube made everything smooth and frictionless, but his tight little ass squeezed me like a vice. “My, my…” I tsked, swirling my finger in his entrance. “What a hungry hole it is.”

“Yes, Sir,” he groaned.

I pressed in a second finger. “So tight,” I said, “but sucking me right in.”

He made a little sound of protest and parted his thighs.

“That’s good,” I said. I stroked my fingers in and out, feeling the change as his body softened and opened up to me. I angled my fingers upward to rub that sensitive spot inside, and his legs spasmed in response. “What a lewd butler I have,” I murmured. “Scandalous.”

His mouth fell open, moaning in time with each thrust of my hand. Such a beautiful sight, and all for me. When his body was pliant, I gathered three fingers and pushed them inside. “Does this naughty butler need my cock?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Jun looked at me through half-lidded eyes, breathing hard with anticipation.

I chuckled. God, I loved seeing Jun’s slutty side. And it was a good thing he was so eager because I was aching and ready, the tip of my cock drooling precum onto the bedspread. I slathered another generous wad of lube over us both and positioned myself at his entrance. His rim resisted at first, but I pressed forward with firm insistence until my head slid inside and his muscles clamped tight around it. He cried out and wrapped his arms around me, brow furrowed in concentration. I gave us both a moment to acclimate, caressing and kissing until his body relaxed.

I pushed deeper, and he groaned as his rim stretched to envelop me. Once past that initial resistance, it was a smooth, slick glide until I’d eased all the way inside his warm softness.

“Fuck, Jun,” I gasped. “So good.”

I hooked my hands behind his back and stroked in and out of him slowly, savoring our connection. But after a few moments, Jun squirmed and made a discontented noise. “Please, Sir… more.” He gripped my shoulders and wrapped his legs around my hips, riding me from below.

God, he was hungry for it! His writhing body squeezed me all over. “My good butler doesn’t want it soft and sweet?”

“No, Sir. Ah!” He gasped as I jabbed my hips forward extra-deep. “Yeah! Like that.”

I knelt upright and pulled his hips onto my lap. With our bodies perpendicular, his ass slightly elevated, I gave him a few deep thrusts, pounding hard enough to make his cock bounce.

Jun’s brows drew together, his face tight. “More,” he breathed, barely audible.

I drove into him full-force, and he cried out. My long hair swung by the sides of my face as I thrust, and he flinched in pain each time I bottomed out, but he kept gasping encouragement:Oh, God! Yeah! Please, Sir!

He was already in ecstasy, but I wanted to take him higher. I slowed my hips, then stopped, and leaned back on my heels. Still embedded inside him, I swept my hair back, flexing my abs, and gazing down at him imperiously. “You know you’re mine, right?”

“Yes, Sir. All yours.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m keeping you, and I’m not going to let go.”

His chin dimpled and his eyes went shiny with tears. “Yes,” he breathed, barely audible. “Keep me.”

I withdrew and patted the side of his ass in a silent bid for him to turn over. Jun obediently rolled onto his hands and knees while I grabbed his belt from the foot of the bed. He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes widened at the leather strap in my hands, probably worried I was going to smack him with it.

I gave him a cocky smile, looped the belt around his hipbones across the beltline, and held the ends taut like reins. “Yep. I’d better keep atight reinon this one.” I pulled back on the belt, yanking his buttocks hard against my hips.

“Oh.” He relaxed and a pervy little smile turned the corner of his mouth. He dropped his cheek to the pillow in surrender and raised his hips a little higher. “Yes,Sir.”

I dropped one side of the belt and the buckle jingled as it hit the mattress. I positioned myself at his entrance and slid inside, then grabbed both ends of the strap again. “Thaaat’s right,” I crooned. I slid in and out with a few gentle strokes, his body gripping me tight, then rammed him good.

His body jerked forward, but the belt caught his hips and I pulled him back, plunging deeper. “Oh!” he gasped.

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