Page 69 of Negotiation Tactics
He growls, squeezing my thigh hard. “Such a dirty mouth.”
He loves it when I beg and don’t hide what I want. It’s fun riling him up, and even though he’s usually the one in charge, it doesn’t feel that way sometimes. He prioritizes mypleasure, reading my body and needs like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I press a finger against my hole, circling the puckered rim. “It feels so empty without you. But I didn’t touch myself, not even once. I was so good for you.”
He kisses my leg. “Yes, you were.”
In a flurry of motion, I find myself in his lap as he gets comfortable with his back leaning against the pillows. His big cock slides between my ass cheeks as we press chest to chest, teasing at what’s to come. We kiss, deep and dirty, his tongue dominating my mouth like it belongs to him. Sparks dance all over my skin, prickling and tingling and spreading heat to every part of me.
If I’m being honest, it’s not just my mouth that’s his. It’s everything. My body, my heart, my desire. I love him to pieces, and I can feel in his every word, every touch and intake of air that I am his world.
His hands slide from my back to my ass, spreading it while he glides his cock up and down my crease. I moan, nipping at the side of his jaw.
“You are so perfect, Josh.” He lets go of my ass and slaps it with both hands, just how I like it. “I love you so much.”
Purring, I pull on the leash of his collar and bring his mouth to mine. It’s my turn to ravage and claim, and I enjoy every second of it. “Mm, I don’t know. You still have to show me how much…”
He chuckles and slaps me again. “Is this better?”
“Yess, but…” I lick the shell of his ear. “Make them red and remind me who I belong to.”
He shivers, the tremors reverberating through me. But I don’t have time to bask in the sensation as he fulfills my request, delivering hard and precise hits to my alreadyheated flesh. I don’t know exactly how it started, but I love it when I feel the burn on my ass during sex. He’s gotten so good at it too, spanking me just the way I need it.
“I think this is enough, brat.” He props his chin on my shoulder, tilting his head down. “So pretty and red.” Heat rushes to my balls as he gropes my ass cheeks, sending a wave of burning desire across me. “Is your little hole ready to please me?”
“Yess… Oh god. It feels so empty without you.”
He repositions us, turning me around so I’m facing the mirror. My dick stands hard and wet when I push my knees out, and my balls hang heavy. My nipples are perky and neglected, my hole clenching and unclenching in anticipation. It’s so lewd.
“Mm, did I say you could show off?” Alistair whispers into my ear, his eyes not straying from the mirror as he tongues along the curve.
“I wanted you to see how horny I am for you,” I confess, sucking in a breath as he rubs the tip of his slicked cock against my entrance.
“Yeah?” His voice dips, going straight to my already straining dick. “And why is that, hmm? Why don’t you tell me?”
I close my eyes and heighten all of my other senses. I smell Alistair all around me, I feel his heat, his desperation and his arousal. They surround me like a cocoon, like a cage of my own making.
“Because I am your slut.”
He pushes inside me, gradually and deliberately. The stretch and the burn catch me off-guard, almost unbearable. I love it. The tinge of pain coupled with the pulsating heat across my ass cheeks adds to the pleasure, pulling outof me obscene sounds as I beg Alistair to go harder and faster.
“Open your eyes, Josh. I want you to see who owns you.”
Fuuuck. Yes, I am his. He can do anything he wants to me—there’s not a single thing that I haven’t liked.
“That’s it.” His fingers find the line where we connect, rubbing the area where his dick disappears inside me. It’s mesmerizing, the way it moves in and out of me. “Look how well you are taking me. So so good.”
He’s right. It’s like my body was made for his, we slot so perfectly. I put my weight on him and my head on his shoulder, but don’t dare look away from the mirror. “Faster, please. Make me come.”
He smiles and flicks my left nipple. “Do you have your plug?”
I reach for the nightstand and grab the toy. It’s a metal piece with an actual sapphire at the end, the hue matching Alistair’s eyes. He loves it when I wear it after sex so his cum stays inside me.
“Good boy. I love how obedient you are today.”
I’ve just missed this. My body is craving him too much to allow me to be a smartass. But everything is fair game for round two.
“Today… is an exception. You left me without cock for too long.”
