I give him a moment, and then I follow with the cheesecake, up the stairs of his small, clean house to his bedroom, where he has indeed laid the coverlet and top sheet of his bed on the floor of his room. Thrown might be an overstatement, but that’s okay. There’s a lot more fun to be had.
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It’s hard to remember who you are. Isn’t it? Are you the who’s sucking or the one who’s getting sucked? Are you the one who’s taking or the one who’s getting taken? Maybe you’re both. Your cock says you’re both.
And then my hand on your open cheek. Priming you for the moment. Giving you time to understand what’s coming.
Joyce would draw a bath, take off Adam’s cage and clean him thoroughly. Then she would use him for her orgasm and give him the choice. Did he want more of this tomorrow? Or did he want to come?
And he gulps and says, “Yes ma’am,” but it’s clear that he’s not so sure, and let’s face it..I’m not slowing down. In fact, if anything, I’m speeding up–rubbing harder, squeezing, getting more of a grip on his bulge.
Could he? Could he? He tried to keep his mind empty like Joyce told him, imagined himself as her toy, so lucky being used this way, concentrating on the sweet pressure of her pussy, the sound of her ragged breath, the feeling of her hot hand on his mouth. But his body fought him. It wanted release so badly.
Adam’s heart leaped a little at the note, as did his cock, which he had managed to keep under control for most of the morning. And he rushed down the stairs with the key and Joyce’s note and let himself in to his new place.
“Hello, Adam.” She continued, taking out a set of keys, which Adam tried hard not to start at too deeply. They reminded him of HIS key. And seeing her hold them made him wish for a keyholder of his own—a woman, like Joyce, who would have the control over him that he craved.
“Give her what she wants, Julien,” I whispered to him. “But remember. Whose cock is that fucking her?”
“Yours, ma’am,” he said shakily.