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I nod my head, but that’s not good enough for Conor. He grips under my chin when I try to look away.

“I need words, Jaxon,” He says, staring directly into my eyes. “I will give you anything. But something like this, you need to tell me what that is.”

I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. Could I really say the words out loud? I didn’t even do that with Trent. The thought of him gives me the push that I need. He never asked what I wanted or what I needed. Conor does.

“I want this,” I finally get out. “I want to submit to you, to your control.” I search his eyes for judgment, for amusement. But what I see is desire and want reflected back at me.

“We use the traffic light system. Say red and everything stops. If I ask for your color and you don’t answer, everything stops. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” The words come out like a balm washing over my heated skin. How many times have I dreamed about this exact thing? The need for someone’s total control and my total submission.

Conor rubs his thumb across my bottom lip before sliding it into my mouth. He utters one word, one command. “Suck.”

I wrap my lips around the digit and do exactly that. His large finger presses down on my tongue. He moves his thumb in and out. His eyes burn into mine. He pulls free and takes a step back. I mourn the loss of his touch instantly. But I don’t move. I stay perfectly still, waiting for his direction, his command.

Reaching behind his head, he removes his t-shirt in one fluid motion. I’ve seen Conor without his shirt, but this is different somehow. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, then his jeans. He doesn’t remove them, just lets them hang open.

“Come here, Jaxon.” He points at the floor at his feet. Shifting to my hands and knees, I follow his order. “Take out my cock.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the authority in his voice. I’m hoping that the tremor in my hands isn’t noticeable. It’s not nerves that cause it, but excitement.

Opening his jeans further, I reach inside and wrap my fingers around his length. Conor is a large man in every way. Pulling his cock free, I marvel at the size and beauty of it. Its weight sits heavily in my hand. My mouth waters, wanting to taste him.

His hand wraps around mine, squeezing at the base of his erection. He guides his tip to my lips, smearing his precum across them. My tongue darts out automatically to lick at it.

“Color?”

It takes my mind a second to catch up to the question.

“Green.” I manage to pant out.

“Good boy. Now open those pretty lips for me.” Again, I do as he instructs without any hesitation. “Tap on my thigh if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, looking up at him as I open my mouth to take him in. The flare of his nostrils and deep breath are the only indicators of how this is affecting him. I place my palms flat against his thighs. The feel of the rough material is a reminder of my own nakedness while he’s still half-dressed.

I take his cock into my mouth. First, just the mushroom head of his cut length. Swirling my tongue around and over, paying attention to the sensitive frenulum. I let out a moan as the taste of Conor explodes on my tongue. The salty taste of him has my eyes rolling back. I take more of him into my mouth, unable to get enough of him.

“Look at you. Your lips stretched around my cock. Such a good boy for me.” Conor growls above me. His fingers palm the back of my head. For the first time in my life, I wish my hair were longer so he could tug on it.

He pushes deep into my mouth. His cock touches the back of my throat before he pulls back and does it again. My eyes water, and spit gathers on my chin. With each thrust my mind clears a little more. The buzz that is normally there is oddly quiet, blissfully so. There’s only Conor, only me on my knees before him. The rest of the world is outside of our bubble.

Chapter 38

Conor

The sight before me is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Jaxon kneels in front of me with every wall lowered. Not gone. I don’t think those walls will ever truly disappear. But for the first time since I met him, he isn’t hiding behind them. He puts his trust in me to lead us. It’s raw and vulnerable, and he’s giving it to me freely.

I catch one of his tears with my thumb. The slide of my cock between his lips is almost too much. I pride myself on my control, but Jaxon makes me want to lose myself. I lick his tears from my thumb as he looks up at me through his lashes.

“Fuck, A Chroí, even your tears taste sweet,” I say as I increase the pressure to the back of his head, guiding my cock back down his throat. He gags, and that sound has my balls pulling tight. I’m not ready for this to be over.

He chases after my length as I step back from him. A whine escapes his lips. I grip his chin and gently force him to look at me. Even though he said that he wants to be dominated, I want to be gentle with him. Not soft, just gentle.

“Be my good boy and get into bed, lie on your back.” His wet eyes widen at my words. His pupils are so blown that almost none of the whiskey color is visible.

Jaxon hurries to do what I tell him. The sight of his large, muscled body moving so fluidly has me squeezing the base of my shaft. His well-toned ass on display as he crawls to the center of my bed is an image I will never forget.

What this means for us makes me burn even more for him. Jaxon trusts me. Not because I demanded it. Not because I earned it through force. But because he chose to give it.