Page 4 of Plaything of His
“Hard for me, already?”
He asks me, his voice rough and rich with need.
“That’s right, Callum.” I say as he begins to fist my dick, moving expertly along my entire length. “I’m hard all for you, Callum.”
He chuckles behind me and that sound goes straight to my dick.
Callum moves again and as his grip on my dick becomes tighter, I feel his hot breath against my ass.
His lips are on my flesh as he sucks me softly, moving closer and closer towards the centre of my ass. Callum leaves a wet trail of saliva as he continues to move with his lips on me, and when he stops at where he wants to be, he flicks his tongue upwards before pushing it into my cunt.
Groaning against me, he continues sucking and licking my skin, tasting me, as the fist around my length doesn’t stop moving. I try to control my breathing as well as one can in this situation in hopes that I don’t come before him.
Dom would have my neck if I came first before my client even had the chance to.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I haven’t tasted a peach as sweet as yours, sweetness.”
Callum rasps out as he pulls away from my ass, his hand momentarily stopping from moving along my length.
As I lick my lips, I nod my head and offer him my gratitude.
“Thank you, Callum.”
I breathe out, desperate for his mouth and his hand back on me, or even better, his cock inside of me.
I’m desperate to be fucked, but he doesn’t move.
Callum doesn’t move forone, two, threeseconds.
And when he finally does move, he moves to touch himself.
A groan escapes his throat, and Ihearhim touch himself. He spits into his palm as he puts his hand on his cock, rubbing the wetness all over, before he begins stroking himself.
Closing my eyes, I try to imagine how he looks as he pleases himself based on the sounds I can hear in the room.
Fuck. If only he booked the mirrored room.
“I could come so hard all over your sweet peach, just by looking at you and touching myself, sweetness.”
My throat is dry, my shoulders ache from the strain of the cuffs holding my arms up, and I feel like my knees will give up on me any second now.
Don’t fall. Let your client take what he’s paid for. Don’t fall, Benji.
I open my eyes and find that my vision is a little blurry. I blink a couple of times so it clears up, but between his sounds…the way he’s making me feel…
Swallowing, I open my mouth to speak but my voice quivers.
“Please do, Callum. I want to feel you come on me. I want to feel your cum on me.”
I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me.
He hums, and I feel his hand back on me once more.
Curling my lip between my teeth, I groan loudly as Callum uses the centre of his palm to rub my tip, practically burning me with his touch. He doesn’t stop rubbing me as he strokes himself, both of us groaning together as our sounds echo off of the four walls in this room.
My entire body is onfire,and this is pure torture from him.
I’ve never had a client like him. I’ve never had a client make me feel like this.