Page 57 of Play Room Actor

Our eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still.

When I had gotten off in front of him, he sat next to me like a statue, probably not realizing I’d noticed the twitch in his pants. That had turned me on so much, it was the reason I hadn’t been able to hold back.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” I growled when Dominic defied my instructions.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stood motionless in front of me. Only when I nodded slightly to show my impatience did he lean on the edge of the sofa, kick off his shoes, and remove his socks.

“I like how you think ahead,” I purred approvingly.

Straightening up, he fumbled with his belt.

“Slowly,” I said. “We’re not in a rush.”

“They’re going to fire me.”

I grinned. “That should be the least of your worries right now.”

He unbuckled the belt, then undid his pants. Holding my breath, I watched his every move. I could see him trying to slip into some kind of role to regain control of the situation, but he couldn’t quite manage it.

“Off with them,” I ordered when he stood there absentmindedly, thumbs hooked in the waistband, lost in thought.

He stripped out of his pants and stood upright again. Unable to keep my hands off him any longer, I moved closer and caressed the tattoo on his side. A shudder ran through Dominic’s body, and his breathing hitched.

“I want you to focus only on me. Understood?”

He barely nodded and swallowed.

My cock swelled even more at the embarrassment and insecurity he exuded.

I leaned forward and inhaled the scent of his neck. The sharp, woody fragrance, mixed with a hint of orange, filled my senses. I nibbled on his earlobe until he flinched and gasped.

Smiling, I created some space between us. “Now, the rest.”

No matter how hard Dominic tried to hide it, the desire and uncontrollable longing were burning in his eyes. He observed every one of my movements with his mouth slightly open.

I slid my finger under his chin and lifted it. Gently, I traced my thumb over his lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

He didn’t answer.

“And now, I want to see you naked. Completely naked.”

Dominic swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I let go of him. He pulled them down to his knees, kicked them off, and straightened up.

God! He had no idea what that did to me, from the blue light on his gorgeous body to the shadows that made him resemble a Michelangelo statue. This guy was driving me wild, and my cock was already pressing hard and impatiently against my pants. But I had to hold it together. This required finesse. Or better yet: dominance.

I studied Dominic’s beautiful cock but avoided saying a word about it. I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I couldn’t know how much it would take to make Dominic cry again. And at that moment, I wasn’t interested in pushing him that far or finding out.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” I said, full of satisfaction.

“Kil … I …”

I silenced him with a soft “shhh” and placed my hand over his mouth. “No more words.”

A hot wave surged through my body as I saw his cock twitch slightly and the panic flash in his eyes. Dominic clearly didn’t know what to do with his hands, and when he clenched them into fists and was about to wrap one around his length, I removed my fingers from his mouth and walked toward a shelf filled with toys. Once I found what I needed, I made my way back to him.

“Don’t touch,” I said, taking his hands and tying them behind his back.

“Shit, Kilian, this is too much.”