“Good. And I think you owe me an explanation for what the hell is going on with him. Especially if he’s going to be eating my lasagna.” I glanced over at the counter. “If he eats all my leftovers, you’re going to owe me.”
He grinned. “Sexual favors or more food?”
The look on my face let him know what a ridiculous question that was. “Both, of course.”
Reece nodded seriously, but his eyes were laughing. “I understand, Master.” Then he leaned closer and rubbed his erection against my arm. “But can I put clothes on? And maybe do something about this?”
“Clothes and an orgasm? Is that what you’re asking?” Reece nodded earnestly, but those laughing eyes gave him away. “I don’t know about that. It’s a lot to beg for at one time, and that wasn’t even very good begging.”
Reece slowly took the apron off and let it drop to the floor. His erection was straining out from his body, hard with arousal because of the cock ring. He straddled my lap, lowering his ass to my legs as I wrapped my hands around his hips to steady him. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Master.”
Fuck.
My cock jumped and went from hard to full-on angry arousal in seconds. Reece rocked his ass into my erection and gave me a tempting smile. “I know you’re going to have to punish me later for being naughty, but please let me put clothes on. And I’ve been hard for hours, and you’ve been touching me and making me crazy. I’ll be good later. I promise.”
The teasing, seductive side of Reece was irresistible. And he was right; his behavior was definitely going to get him punished later. And I would have fun doing it. But for now, I knew I probably shouldn’t leave him erect much longer. Bringing one hand from his hip around to his cock, I knew he was going to spend a lot of time trapped and aching in the future.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I caressed it in long, slow strokes that only made his need worse. “I’m going to make sure you’re very good later, Pet. But for now, I’ll let you come. How long do we have before Eli gets here?”
No point in starting something slow if he was going to be there in five minutes.
Reece took a steadying breath, then forced out the words. “About half an hour; he was at work and said he had to run home first.”
It wasn’t much time, but I eased one finger over his balls and down to his hole. He was fine as I teased the outer edges, but as I let one finger inch into his tight entrance, I saw a little twinge on his face. With plenty of lube, he’d be fine with a finger or two, but I wasn’t going to rush him with anything else.
We’d see how he was feeling later, but for the time being, I had another idea. Moving my fingers back to his cock, I gave his ass a pat with my other hand. “Go climb up on the bed. I want you kneeling on all fours when I get in there.”
Reece hopped up off my lap and dashed back to the bedroom, his cock bouncing out in front of him. Taking my time, I followed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I went. By the time I got to the bedroom, I laid my shirt on the edge of the bed and started stripping off my pants.
Reece stared intently at the light blue boy shorts that started to emerge. He licked his lips and his body shifted closer, still on all fours, but looking like he’d move toward me given the slightest encouragement.
Letting my hand caress over my cock, I relished the look on his face and the feel of the fabric against my skin. Why most men seemed to prefer plain cotton and boring fabrics, I had no idea. Silk, satin, and lace were much nicer alternatives, and I thought one day, more men were going to see that.
Reece made a low, needy sound. “Can I see your other ones later?”
I trailed my fingers along my dick. “My other panties?”
He nodded, watching my hand as it moved. “Yes, Sir.”
“Of course, and on days you’ve been very good, I might even let you pick out which one I’m going to wear. How does that sound?” I thought it sounded erotic as hell.
Reece blinked at me blankly. Finally, he said, “Hot.”
Smiling, I tried not to laugh. “I’m glad. After you see what I have, maybe I’ll even let you help me buy something new.”
Reece made another low, needy sound and nodded.
Stepping closer to the bed, I dipped one finger under the waistband of the panties and trailed a finger over my cock. Reece’s eyes nearly devoured me. “Master, please?”
“Please what, Pet?” I moved my hand away from my cock but let it slide over the front of the panties to palm my balls that filled the front of the fabric.
“Can I taste you?” The low words were sexy and sweet. Climbing on the bed, I paused long enough to grab the lube out of the drawer and set it on the nightstand. As I stretched out against the pillows, Reece’s mouth now inches from my body, I started teasing my cock again.
“You can taste me while I play with my boy. If you’re very good, I’ll let you come.” The idea of leaving him hard and aching, trapped by his clothes but unable to come until Eli left, made me even more aroused, but that fantasy would have to wait.
“Thank you, Master.” His submission in full force, Reece just waited, shaking and aroused but willing to stay there as long as I required it. He should be very grateful for a short timeline; otherwise, I would have made him wait a very long time.
He was too beautiful to rush.
