I moaned when I felt him press a kiss right above the panties. “Cum still wet from your orgasm and your dick already hard and begging for more.”
His tongue traced over the lacy edge, and I made a low, needy sound I couldn’t control. Preston chuckled again, making it clear how much he loved watching me come completely undone. His face was still pressed close to my body as I stood there shaking, his breath teasing over my skin. “I bet you’ve had fantasies about your master spanking you for coming without permission and getting your panties all dirty.”
My eyes were squeezed so tight lights flickered behind my eyelids, but I refused to open them even as I made another quiet moan that gave him the answer he was looking for. Preston’s hands brushed against my thighs and started inching up my legs.
“If your master was very strict, he might demand that you show him your panties every night proving that you were a good boy and didn’t play with yourself or get your panties dirty.” The rough sound to his voice and the insane images he conjured up made it hard to stay still. I wanted to shatter into a thousand pieces while he whispered dirty things to me.
Even trying to hide what I wanted was ridiculous, because no matter what I did, he seemed to know exactly how erotic his words were. His fingers grew close to the fabric that wrapped around my hips, and I found myself counting the inches that remained.
“If your master found dirty panties, he might have to spank you.” The shiver that jolted through me at that image was magnified as I felt his tongue flick over the head of my cock through the damp panties.
I made a desperate sound that only got worse as I felt his fingers finally start caressing the edge of the fabric. He was going to take them off.
“I bet you’d need a lot of spankings.” His tongue caressed over me again. “You look so sweet, but I bet you’re a very naughty boy.”
I almost came again.
The only thing that kept me from exploding and showing him how incredible I found his fantasies was the fact that I’d already come just minutes before.
I could hear the pleasure and utter delight in his voice as he chuckled again. “My naughty cutie. I bet you have so many fantasies and dirty thoughts you need to confess, so many things you need to be punished for.”
It was like he could see right through me.
No one had ever looked below the surface the way he could.
“Please.” The word slipped out before I could catch it.
“Please what?” Preston’s voice was curious and teasing as his fingers started easing the panties down.
How could I think when he was doing that?
“I…” My own desperate need forced my eyes to open, and I found myself staring down at the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
I had no idea what I’d been about to say because watching a kneeling Preston…Sir…looking up at me was incredible. He was strong and commanding. I was his, and he knew it. His strong gaze and clear desire had me shaking again, and all I wanted to do was throw myself at him.
Before I could find the words, the panties were around my thighs and my cum-drenched erection was waving in his face. Preston gave me a smile that was tender but erotic and shook his head. “My dirty boy needs a shower. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As the panties fell to the floor, Preston rose gracefully. Everything about him was controlled but careful as he caressed up my body. His touch was possessive and loving as he trailed his fingers over me. When one hand finally cupped my face, he leaned in and gave me a tender kiss.
When he pulled back, I found myself reaching for him. “Don’t leave me.”
I wanted to cringe at the desperation in my voice, but Preston smiled. “Never.”
Relief and confusion flooded through me as he pulled away. I knew he wouldn’t lie, but I wasn’t sure what was happening. Everything clicked as he started stripping off his clothes. Piece by piece, they fell to the tile as he gave me a devilish grin.
His strong, broad chest had my fingers itching to touch him, but as his pants dropped to the floor revealing tight, short boxer briefs that seemed to barely contain his cock, my mouth started to water. I wanted to be the one to take off that last remaining scrap of cloth, but I wasn’t brave enough.
Not yet, at least.
Preston waited for a brief moment, maybe giving me time to use my safewords, before his fingers hooked over the elastic around his waist and started tugging off the sexy underwear. As his dick came into view, I had to remind myself to breathe.
He was beautiful.
A sculpted chest, with more muscles than anyone who worked at a desk should have, tapered down to lean hips and an erection that was generous in length, just thick enough that it would probably feel incredible. I should have said something sexy or witty, but all I could do was stare as he stood there.
He finally broke the silence as his hand reached out and took mine. “Come here. Let’s get you all clean.”
His fingers laced through mine, and he smiled as I stepped closer. That glimpse of possessiveness flashed in his eyes, making my stomach whirl. I loved the sensation of belonging to him, but what I also knew was that it worked both ways. The strong, sweet man might have claimed me as his, but he would be mine as well if I was confident enough to grab hold of him.
