Page 20 of Naughty November

“Don’t you remember? Or should I tell Sebastian?”

“Oh wait. Yeah. And I guess I’m getting punished for being late, even though I apologized?”

“Of course.”

“Hot dog!” he said, and both Sebastian and I looked at him. I tried not to laugh at the excited look on his handsome face. “Oh sorry,” he said, frowning with mock displeasure. “I mean, oh no!”

A laugh did escape me—the kid was too cute—but then I resumed my stern expression and took the key from Sebastian.

As soon as the door to the Bordello shut behind us, I told Atticus to strip. He hadn’t brought his pup gear this time, because we were going to make use of some of the supplies that were stocked in this room.

It didn’t take him long to get naked. I watched as he revealed all of that soft Mediterranean skin and shook out his curls after pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“On your knees. Here.” I said, pointing at my feet. I was still dressed.

Atticus went down and sat on his heels, gazing up at me with the sexiest fucking look on his face.

“You’re going to let me fuck your face, and I’m going to come down your throat. Got it?”

He blinked. Then nodded.

“Since you’re not pretending to be an animal at the moment, you can answer me.”

“Yes, Sir. Got it.”

Better.

I’m sure he had a legitimate excuse for being late, but he needed to know how I expected him to behave. Punctuality was important to me. I had a busy life and things to do, and I needed him to be where I asked him to be when he said he’d be there.

I watched his face as I took out my cock, already hard and ready.

“Use your tongue first. Get me wet,” I said, aiming my dick at his beautiful mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” Atticus gasped, rearing up and surging forward, bracing his hands on my thighs as he nuzzled the wet tip of my dick. A trail of moisture snaked across his cheek and chin as he licked the head in timid little darts.

“Don’t fucking tease it. Lick it properly.”

“May I use my hands, Sir?” Atticus asked.

“Yes, you may.”

He took the base of my cock in one hand and went at the tip like it was a fucking rocket lollipop, as I tried to keep my knees from buckling. It felt incredible, of course, but the sight of Atticus gazing up at me with the same adoration he’d had in the pup hood, made me dizzy.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, and I let him go on for a while before telling him to stop.

“Open your mouth, wide,” I instructed. “That’s it. Now stick out your tongue as far as you can. Oh yeah. I need you to be a good little slut for my cock.”

I stroked myself while I looked at him kneeling there, with his mouth open wide and his tongue out, and thought about simply painting his face with my jizz. I could have. But I wanted to come down his throat.

“You want me to come in your mouth?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” he said, sticking his tongue out eagerly once he was finished speaking.

“Good boy,” I said.

I tapped the flat of his tongue with the head of my cock, watching as a string of pre-ejaculate connected us for a moment. Then I slid my cock into his mouth, enjoying the warmth and wetness, and thrilling to the depraved look of it. I grabbed a handful of his curls and held him still.

He was a good boy, accommodating my actions even when he coughed and choked. I lasted longer than I thought I would. His face went pink, but he gazed up at me with a blissful expression. As rough as I was, I made sure he was able to take breaths and not in actual distress.