“Yes.”
“Yeah, I read it.”
“Is there anything on the list that you don’t like?”
“Does it matter?” Nat asked.
“It does to me. I don’t want you faking your way through something you hate.”
“But it’s my job to do whatever you want!”
“And it’s my desire not to be lied to,” Duke said dryly. He looked into Nat’s eyes. “If I’m going to put my cock inside you, I want you enjoying every single second of it.”
Nat moaned.
Duke slipped his hand down Nat’s side, reaching behind to squeeze his ass. Then he took his hand away. “So, tell me.”
Nat cringed. “Um, I don’t really want to lick your feet, or your shoes, but I would. I’d do it if it’s the only thing that’ll get you off.”
“Luckily for both of us, that’s not something I enjoy,” Duke said. “What else?”
“I don’t really want to lick your, um, butthole either.” Nat’s cheeks grew hot. “Or finger you, or, uh, anything to do with strangling and choking.”
“He really gave you a comprehensive list,” Duke said dryly. “Yeah, I won’t ask you for any of that.”
“And no blood! Or pain.”
“I’ll have Hubrie print out that list, and you can color-code it,” Duke said decisively. “What about all the things I did during the sample collection?”
Nat squirmed. “I liked all of those.”
“You came really hard,” Duke murmured, his pupils dilating. “Your legs trembled when I massaged you inside.”
A small sound slipped out of Nat’s throat.
“What ifIlicked your hole?” Duke whispered. “Get you good and wet, and finger you until you come?”
Nat moaned, his pants tightening back up.
“Take off your pants, Nat.”
Nat’s fingers shook when he reached for his fly; Duke nudged his hands away and opened Nat’s pants himself, reaching inside to rub Nat’s cock through his underwear. Pleasure shot down Nat’s spine; he gasped.
“You get so hard for me,” Duke said quietly. “You were so eager to give me all your fluids. Is that why you wanted this job? So you can be stuffed full of my cock?”
Nat moaned. “You’re so big.”
“I’ll prep you so you can take it.” Duke squeezed Nat again, then withdrew his hand to unbutton Nat’s shirt. He spread it open, catching Nat’s nipples between his fingertips.
Milk leaked out immediately. It felt so good when Duke rolled his nipples; Nat clutched at him, leaning closer to offer himself. Duke growled. He made Nat straighten up before ducking his head, licking the milk off Nat’s chest.
Then he closed his lips around one nipple andsucked.
Nat moaned. Duke’s tongue felt amazing, wet swipes and little flicks, his lips tugging with a demanding pressure that went straight to Nat’s hole. “I need,” Nat gasped.
“What do you need?” Duke whispered. He released Nat’s nipple and took the other one into his mouth, giving it the same treatment.
Nat’s knees almost gave out under him. He knew he was supposed to answer. But Duke swiped his tongue across that bundle of nerves, and Nat’s thoughts shorted out.
