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“Not done yet. Sorry.”

“But sir, I?—”

“How about I give you a break?” I flashed him a smile, my hands already pushing down my own pants and boxers, not stopping until I’d kicked them onto the floor. “Give your cock a little rest?”

That seemed to catch Parker’s attention, as he brought his gaze back toward me. He looked me up and down, his eyes pausing a moment on my cock, before they returned to my face…

And then, he let out a dramatic sigh. “Hmm. I don’t know. I guess it all depends on what you have in mind for my break?”

“I was thinking you could suck my cock.” I smirked. “Let me come down your throat.”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“What happens if I don’t want to play ‘Follow The Leader’ anymore?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I want to find out what happens if I don’t want to be a good boy for you anymore,” Parker explained, his tone curious. “What happens to me if I don’t do everything you say?”

“Do you really want to find out?”

“I do.” Parker nodded. “I really do.”

“Then, take off the rest of your clothes,” I instructed, my hands folded behind my back as I watched his every move. “And then, get on your hands and knees.”

Parker did as he was told, shifting his jeans and boxers down his body before settling into position against the kitchen island. I kept quiet as I made my way further into the kitchen yet again, my fingertips gently trailing over a set of drawers. It took me a few seconds to find what I was looking for, soon pulling a wooden spoon into my grip.

When I returned to where Parker was situated, I softly ran the wooden spoon along his legs, his thighs, his ass. I then watched his chest, noting the way his breaths were coming faster, excitement clearly emanating from his skin. I brought the spoon back toward my side, letting him calm down, waiting until his breaths had returned to their normal pace…

And then, once he was least expecting it, I brought the spoon down against his ass.

Hard.

“Fuck!” Parker yelled, his palms hastily balling into fists.

I brought the spoon down against his ass for a second time, with the same amount of impact. He let out another sharp yell, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I noticed the imprint of the spoon against his skin. I brought a hand up to it, tracing the outline with my fingers, making sure my touch was delicate and soft.

“Had enough, sweetheart?” I asked, the question drenched in sweetness.

“Have you?” Parker’s tone was filled with his usual challenge, as he turned around to face me, something defiant in his gaze. “Because I could do this all night.”

“Oh, Parker. You really shouldn’t test me.”

“Because?”

“Because I’d be more than happy to mark you up until it’s dawn outside. Because I love the idea of you not being able to hide that you were all mine, that you gave yourself over to me, and that you loved every minute of it. I mean, fuck, just the thought of you having to explain to people how much you wanted this to happen, how much you wanted my cock afterward, too? Fucking perfection.”

“I didn’t say anything about wanting your cock?—”

“You don’t have to, sweetheart,” I cooed. “I know your body by now, Parker. I can read you like an open book.”

I didn’t wait for Parker to say anything in response as I leaned down against his ass, my tongue suddenly licking across his hole. I let the wooden spoon crash onto the kitchen island as I pressed my hands on his cheeks, spreading him so I’d have even more access to his sensitive hole than before. Parker groaned, as I licked him again and again, darting my tongue further and further into his ring.

I deeply sighed with contentment as I shifted my mouth away from him, replacing my tongue with one of my fingers. Parker seemed receptive to the change, his hips pushing back toward my palm as I started to steadily slide a finger in and out of his hole. A few more thrusts with my finger and I soon added another, now fingering him with two.

Fuck.