Page 29 of Left In The Dark

Licking his lips, he lowers himself to the ground. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and when he reaches for my pants, I shake my head.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“No,” he says between soft panting.

“No, I didn’t. Stay exactly where you are with your hands at your sides.” I grab the back of his head, yanking at his hair. “You don’t look too bad like this.”

A moan slips from his lips when I tug tighter, and a tremor runs through him when I stretch one side of his mouth open with my fingers. “I’m going to let you touch me today. But only certain parts of you can. Only because I want to see you look like the whore you were acting like in your videos, but this time with my dick in your mouth instead of the dildo.”

He makes a high‑pitched sound, following my fingers with his mouth when I slide them up his cheek.

“You won’t move, and you’ll let me use you until I’m done, you hear?”

His cheeks sink inward and he nods.

“Good boy.”

He shudders, eyes growing bigger when I yank my pants down low enough for my cock to spring free. I trace the seam of his lips with my cock head, brushing side to side before pushing myself inside. His mouth opens, tongue lying flat as I buck my hips, gliding right over it. He moans around me, the vibrations causing sparks to dance along my skin. I plunge toward the back of his throat and he gags, eyes wet when I pull out to shove myself back in.

He stays still, letting me use him as a fuck toy. And I do, keeping my eyes open as I sink into his warmth and watch his eyes turn bloodshot. He makes choking sounds, saliva spilling around the corners of his lips, and I rub it over his cheeks. I can’t believe it. I really have my bully on the floor allowing me to use him like a fucking fleshlight. He feels so good too, constricting around me and adding the perfect suction. His hands shake at his sides and he wants to touch me more. But he doesn’t. All because I told him not to. I can tell he’s convincing himself it’s enough for now, and once again I bet he thinks he’s winning.

“Such a good toy you make. I think you were made to serve me this way. Only me. Look how easily you’re taking what I’m giving.” I rub his hair before tugging on it again. Pain flashes in his squinting eyes and he bucks his hips, moving a hand between his legs.

“Stop that,” I demand, kicking at his arm with my foot. “You don’t get to come today. You only get to help me get there and then wear me on your skin everywhere you go after I take you to your car.”

He whimpers, the sound adding more sensations, and I roll my hips, pounding his face harder. My balls draw tight, and as I’m coming I pull out during the last half of my orgasm, shooting all over his face. His eyes flutter closed, body struggling to sit up straight. He digs his nails into his knees, keeping his mouth open.

“So fucking slutty. You love being used by me, huh? By the least fortunate? Having my cum all over your skin.” I smudge it into his face and all over his neck. Preening, he stretches his neck, and he’s like a little pig rolling in mud during a hot day. “Did I make you feel needed and wanted today? This is the only way you’re useful to anyone, isn’t it? The only thing you could really offer to anyone else?”

Looking deflated, he sinks lower to the floor, and I lift him to his feet, keeping my hands tightly on his hips. “I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know,” he breathes. “I can be more than that.”

“Can you? Because I don’t see any appeal other than you making a pretty convenient hole to use whenever I need somewhere warm to shove my cock.”

With hooded eyes, a guttural sound slips from him. The noise has my cock almost ready for round two, and I gather some cum from the outside of his mouth, guiding it between his parted lips. He doesn’t move anymore. No licking and sucking.

“Why are you staying so still? What are you waiting for?” I nudge his ear with my nose and he lets out a short gasp.

“For you to tell me to move and touch you more.”

“You always do what you’re told by others? Are you that easily pushed around?”

“Sometimes.” His tone is flat and he shuts his eyes.

Tilting his head back, I smile at how humiliated he is. More from the fact that he enjoys it. I enjoy it too. I found his weakness and deepest desires. Mixing the two together has him like putty in my hands, and I can mold him into anything I fucking want right now. Does it scare him? His trembling bottom lip and twitching lids tells me it does. “Open your eyes. I always want you looking at me when you answer my questions.”

His lids pop open. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“About us or what I made you do?”

He sucks in a breath. “Both.”

“You ashamed of me or yourself?”

His eyes move from side to side, a single tear hitting his cheek. “Both. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

I lower my face to his. “There are many things wrong with you, Blake, but I don’t think this is one of them. At least, it’s hard to see something that way when it looks so fucking right.”