Page 57 of Praised
“If I want your gorgeous, thick cock up my ass, I’ll tell you how to put it inside of me,” I whispered, kissing my way up to his ear.
Rose wrapped his legs around my waist and threw his head back.
“I’ll tell you when and how. I’ll tell you how fast and how hard you can move.”
“Flynn.”
“And if you’re on the bottom, Rose, then I’ll make those decisions for myself. I’ll decide when you get to come and how long you’re going to come for.”
“Feels impossible,” he rasped, half a laugh.
“Just wait and see.”
He moaned at that, turning his head to press a kiss against the corner of my mouth. His tongue darted out, trying to lick past my lips and get inside, but I redirected, licking a stripe beneath his ear.
“I…” He groaned when I bit his earlobe, then swallowed so loudly I heard it. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“That’s fine, baby.” The endearment earned another groan from him. One that went straight to my balls. “I don’t have any issue talking you through it. In fact…I very much prefer it.”
“D…do I…” Even though they were single syllables, his words wavered. “Do I call you Sir?”
That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it?
I’d presented myself to him in a different way the first time we’d met, acting like his submission was something that we both had to work for when I knew the truth.
When I knew it was something that should be freely given.
And taken.
But I’d postured like an arrogant prick at first, pretending that it was something special to be at my feet, when in reality the gift was clearly Rose on his knees. Not the other way around.
I shifted my weight around so I could keep him pinned, but raise up enough to get a good look at him. “Do you want to?”
Rose blinked, holding my stare as he licked his lips. The answer was obviously not what he’d expected based off how things had gone the first time. But I was serious when I said I wanted to start over. When I told him I wanted thirty days to show him what it could be like for us.
“Sometimes, maybe,” he whispered. “Do you want me to?”
He blinked up at me, his face washed with arousal, but also so much transparency and eagerness it sucked the breath right out of my lungs.
“Yes,” I told him.
A broad smile spread across his mouth before settling into a smirk that reminded me of the man I’d met. The headstrong little twink with lacy underwear and a penchant for talking himself right into the pants of anyone he wanted to get naked.
I pulled away, rolling back onto my knees. I’d let go of his hands, but he kept them in place above his head, a posture that made my cock surge with desire. I kept moving away until our bodies weren’t tangled and he had free range of movement.
“Get up then,” I instructed.
Rose crawled off the couch, his knees shaking and his erection tenting the fly of his black work pants. He held his hands up and shrugged, almost in ayou get what you getkind of gesture, but the sentiment couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“Look at you.” I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs, pointing between my knees. He shuffled in front of me, and then I tugged at the waistband of my pants, letting my cock spring free. “Look what you do to me.”
His stare flickered down to my dick, and then his hands went for his own belt.
“No.”
He went still.
“Tonight, you just listen and do what you’re told. Can you do that for me, Rose?”
