I laughed under my breath, pocketed my phone, and left the bathroom. “If Master wants my balls smooth like baby skin, he has to respect the regimen.”
He’d brought the pizza and our beer to the couch, and that was where I met up with him.
“Lemme inspect,” he said.
Happily. As I breathed in the scents of mozzarella and oregano, I positioned myself in front of him where he sat on the couch, and he wasted no time in pulling down my sweats.
“Fuck…” He exhaled and pressed a kiss to the base of my cock. “My sexy boy.”
I sucked in a breath and threaded my fingers into his hair as he coated my cock in wet heat. He took all of me, and I was torn between watching him suck me off and watching my new collar against his hair. I needed to eternalize the moment, that was for fucking sure. So I pulled out my phone and took a couple pictures.
He got me rock hard in no time, and I was just waiting for him to tease me, to say that was enough or something. It was, after all, the Sadist’s MO.
I took one more picture, and it was goddamn perfect. Master’s mouth around my cock, the engraving in the cuff glinting in the candlelight… I was uploading that to my profile later. Jesus Christ.
“Please don’t edge me,” I begged.
He hummed and swirled his tongue around my head.
The pleasure rolled over me, and I wanted so badly to succumb to it. I flushed with heat, and he continued to suck me off in strong, hungry pulls. He only stopped once to soak two fingers in spit, and then he was sucking me again—and forcing his fingers between my ass cheeks.
I gasped. My pulse skyrocketed.
How easy he made me spiral.
“Please, Master,” I moaned. I sank down greedily on his fingers and fucked his mouth, and I hoped… “Please let me come.”
It had to be my lucky day.
Oh God.
I cursed and let my head fall back while he twisted his fingers inside me and swallowed around the head of my cock. The sensations set me off so ferociously, so fast, that I almost lost my footing.
I groaned embarrassingly loudly as I came, clenching around his perfect fingers.
It was official. I was going to fall asleep halfway into whatever movie we picked.
“That’s better.” Master sucked me clean before he tucked me back into my sweats. “Let’s eat.”
Right. I collapsed next to him on the couch and swallowed dryly. “Thank you, Master,” I said drowsily, a bit out of breath. “Fuck.” I couldn’t stop shivering.
“Sweet boy.” He gave my cheek a quick kiss, then paid all his attention to the pizza and picking a movie. It was his turn to choose, if I wasn’t mistaken. Not that our tastes in entertainment were worlds apart, but he had a thing for foreign films, especially Japanese and French.
British was plenty foreign to me.
Perfect. He was going straight for French dramas that no one understood. Cheese pizza, wing sauce, and snobby movies. My man had range.
“I’ve heard good things about this one.” He sat forward and bit into a slice while a dark, dreary seascape filled the screen. He’d pushed play on a drama about a daughter finding her poet father murdered in his fishing boat.
“No, you haven’t.” I grabbed a slice for myself and got comfortable against the back cushion. “No one’s ever heard of this movie.”
Lee chuckled. “Dork.”
I was fairly sure he was the dork in this scenario!
I didn’t mind the boring film, though. It gave me all the more reason to focus on my delicious pizza and my Owner. Keeping one hand free of grease, I made Lee hum in appreciation as I rubbed his neck, stroked his back, and scratched his scalp. And when I was full, I dicked around on my phone a bit. My friends were speculating wildly about the brat boot camp, but I was too happy in my cuddle bubble to participate. So I went to my photos instead, and I cropped and applied a nice filter to the picture I’d taken of Lee sucking me off.
“Look how fucking hot we are, sweetheart.” I showed him the screen. “You can see the engraving on the cuff.”
He smiled languidly and kissed my jaw. “You gonna post that somewhere?”
“On my profile, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” He finished his beer before he lounged back against me and crossed his ankles over the armrest. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you have a friend request from Franklin. He’s already added Noa, Cam, Kit, that other new boy—Gael…?”
I laughed softly, instantly curious. Maybe Master was right. Maybe Franklin would connect easier to the younger subbies in our community. I didn’t know if I was considered one of those anymore. The guys Lee had mentioned were all well under twenty-five. Aside from Cam, they were also all Littles.