“More sinister, or emo?” I snicker.
“Yeah something like that.” He glances towards his toes.
“Love, I’ve got bloody great taste. I know how to decorate and obsess over what I want.” My eyes wander his frame, inspecting his perfection. Christ, he looks irresistible and helpless, lips hanging open, waiting for me to help close them. “Why do you think I couldn’t walk away from your fineness.”
His mouth stutters, the words escaping his breath, but the ache in his eyes is unmistakable. He needs me. Needs my love and my fury, and fuck will I give it to him.
I’ll offer every bit of me, even if it strips the flesh from my bones.
“I couldn’t let you rot away with my poor excuse of a brother. You deserve to shine in the spotlight, be worshipped like the pyramids. You deserve nothing less than a King to handle you.”
“Thank you King…” he mumbles, pupils twinkling like stars in a clear night sky, his feet tread closer to me, until our lips are centimeters apart. “I know you are strong. Fearless. Everything that Charlie isn’t. A man with no limits…”
I can’t resist his bloody puckers any longer, my lips meet his, sending a storm of embers through my soul. Energy and light surging through the coals that power my being.
How is the man so enchanting?
Each second, I’m with him, I feel bewitched by his words. Like he’s tricking me into being kinder and more empathetic. As if I care about his feelings?
What a weird sensation? I’ve never given a fuck about how someone else felt.
Emotions are fickle. Power is all that matters.
Maybe I’ve had too much fresh air, sneaking these delirious slivers into my mind. It doesn’t matter right now. I’ve got the most beautiful, breathtaking hunk in front of me. My eyes have never seen more innocence and temptation wrapped in the same body.
I growl into his mouth, savouring the nectar of his saliva. My tongue wrestling with his—to which he quickly submits and whimpers down my tract. A fit of lust spiraling through me.
“Are you starving to please your King?” I whisper into his ear.
“Yes…” he moans back, his prick protruding from his pants.
“Walk to the bedroom,” I command, inklings of filth painting my brain.
I could tie him up with my velvet ropes, have him stand there, all tied to the door while I fuck the mercy out of his body. He can pray until he realizes I’m the only God in the room. That I’m his divine salvation.
Or gag his mouth while I tease his rim with my mouth for hours on end, never letting him indulge in the liberty of creamy release. Those whimpers would be a delightful harmony to my eardrums. The pleading of a man forbidden to eject his load.
The possibilities are infinite. I know he’ll do whatever I say. To please hisKing.
My mind settles on watching him squirm while all he can do is twitch and murmur his satisfaction.
“Strip all of your clothes,” I order, as if I’m a prison warden, ready to punish the inmates.
“Yes sir…” His prick is throbbing in my field of vision, aching to be bossed around a true alpha.
After he removes every piece of fabric from his form, my eyes can’t help themselves. Every inch of him is the sheer embodiment of the male anatomy. A jawline that could slice throats, pecs that would make Hercules jealous, and a cock that is the optimum ratio of length and girth. And just a sufficient amount of hair that occupies his chest and trails down to his groin.
Yum… Can’t forget about those muscles, juiced up with that young stud testosterone and thighs that could suffocate a draught horse. Don’t even get me started on that supple arse.
How did I get so lucky catching this one…
Usually the mice I catch are overly zealous with their desire. Quite a turnoff. Nobody wants a harlot begging for ten quid. That’s why the escorts can charge a thousand pounds and nobody bats a lash.
But Austin gives me the perfect balance of chase and lust.
A man that knows how to use his charm ever so thoughtfully.
A man I intend to use for my cock’s desire, as long as I can shut up the ridiculous emotions surging through my noggin.
