Mine

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JT

T he burn in my ass somehow throbs even more with Sir’s command. My whole body strums with pent-up desire, dick hard and achy with the need to come. But at the same time, there’s a stillness inside me I’ve never experienced before, the sort of calm you get with something that offers you familiar comfort—the feel of a favorite blanket, or a needed hug from someone you love—only double that contentment, and it’s what Sir is giving me tonight. It seems silly to get that from someone pulling me over their knees to spank me, but I can’t deny the effect it has on me.

“Second thoughts?” Marsh asks, concern in his voice. No, not Marsh. I mean, I know it’s him, and I’m glad it’s him, but I want some separation when we’re here.

“No, Sir.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know. I felt overwhelmed for a moment. Like I’m feeling a lot of things—good things—but I’m trying to wrap my head around them all. I want to keep going, though.”

He frowns as if unsure. Worry and fear spike in my chest that I’m doing something wrong, and it’s making my head spin even more.

“I want it, Sir. Please. Don’t stop. I just—”

“Shh.” Sir reaches out and holds my face in both hands. “Look at me, sweet boy.” My eyes rise to him. “We’ll keep going. I’ll pay attention to make sure you’re okay, but I’m not a mind reader. If you’re feeling something, you need to tell me, and if we need to slow down or stop, use your safe word to stop or yellow to slow down. There’s no shame in it.”

He’s right, I know he’s right, but sometimes it’s easy to forget. I’m also scared of losing something I’ve been trying to find and finally did. Sir telling me that it’s okay makes it that way. It’s the reminder I need, one that I wonder if anyone else would have known to give me. “Yes, Sir. May I continue?”

A growl rumbles from his chest, and the way his eyes flare tells me I did something right.

“You’re beautiful like this. You really do belong on your knees for a man, don’t you? Asking permission so prettily that it nearly steals my breath.”

My eyes prickle. For a reason I don’t understand, I want to hear him say that—that I belong on my knees for him. “Thank you for giving this to me.”

“It’s me who needs to thank you. Now keep going. I want to see you be my little cocksucker.”

My stomach feels like it takes flight. Desire coils in my gut, fueling my fingers to hurriedly unbutton and unzip his jeans. Sir said he’s not a mind reader, but I wonder if somehow he is because he went seamlessly from praising to humiliating, and it’s exactly what I need—that combo, each pushing different buttons.

When I get him open, his huge bulge mouthwatering and calling my name, I force myself to look away from it and up at him. “Take them off, cocksucker.” Sir lifts his hips while I slowly pull his jeans and underwear down. I move out of the way only enough to get them off, before I’m right back between his legs, where I belong, gaze firmly on Sir’s big, heavy balls and long, thick cock. He’s packing. I knew that from the one photo he sent me, but being here, feeling the heat of him and smelling the musky scent of desire, coupled with how fucking beautiful he is, makes me dizzy. “Ask me for what you want.”

“Please, Sir, may I have it?”

“Have what?”

“Your cock. Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”

“Put your nose right here.” He points to the crease where his leg meets his groin, right beside his balls. “Breathe me in.”

I do as he says, nuzzling into the warmth of him, his heavy sac against me, and inhale a deep breath. Soap, desire, sex, and sweat all create the perfect cocktail that goes straight to my nuts but also adds to that comforting sensation from earlier. Like Sir’s smell could soothe me, releasing serotonin in my head, calming me.

“That’s it, sweet boy. You like that, don’t you? I bet you would sit here all day if I told you to…and you’d like it. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but on your knees, smelling how much I want you. I could make you my cock warmer. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.” I pull in a deep breath through my nose again, tongue wanting to sneak out and lick his balls, but I won’t do it until Sir says I can. There’s nothing I need more right now than being good for him. I want him to use me however he sees fit because serving him will give me what I crave too.

“Good boy.”

My heart throbs. My eyes close. I’m surrounded by Sir’s warmth and scent, and God, I want to bathe in it all, lose myself in this moment with him.

“Lick,” he orders, and I do, without opening my eyes. I just stick my tongue out and lap at his nuts. They’re warm against my tongue, taste like salt and soap, my body craving what’s inside them. He made that for me, and I want to swallow down all the spunk. Want it to fill my belly—I wish like hell I could live off it. Like Sir’s loads could be all that sustains me.

“Look at me. Let me see your eyes while you’re down there where you belong—my nuts on your face, in your mouth. You were made for them, weren’t you? To be a place for my sac to rest.”

I shiver in the best way, head spinning. “Yes. God yes. Use my face as you see fit.”

He slides down some, his ass hanging slightly off the edge of the couch. My gaze meets his as I lick his balls, bathe them, and rub my face on them so Sir’s scent is all over me. I want to keep it with me when I leave, want everyone to smell him on me and know he’s my Sir.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect. You love this so much.”

I do love it. In some ways, debasing myself for him somehow makes me feel stronger, complete, like belonging between a man’s legs is my superpower and there’s nothing I can’t do if I have that.

“Kiss them—one, then the other.”

Gaze still firmly on his, I kiss one of his nuts before moving to the second. Even if I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. Something about his dark stare holds on to me, keeps me in its grasp, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Now my cock. Start at the base and kiss your way up.”

Yes, yes, yes! spins around my head, twisting and turning and fueling me on. My lips press to his thick shaft, the scent of him lingering on my skin and inside me.

One, two, three, four, over and over again, I kiss my way up his cock.

“You worship it, don’t you? My cock is your king. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for it, is there?”

“No, Sir,” I reply, knowing it’s the absolute truth. Like everything that happened in my life led me to this moment where I can be a cock-worshipper for my king.

Sir holds the base, angling his dick upward so I can kiss the tip.

“Lower your mouth down and around it.”

I push up higher on my knees, loving the look in his eyes, and I slowly…so fucking slowly…take him into my mouth. He’s thick and hot and perfect, stretching my lips just right, the weight on my tongue one I’ve longed for.

I stop when I can’t look at him and do it anymore—not sure if he wants me to keep going or to continue our eye contact.

“There you go… Look at you, so pretty with your mouth full of cock, just as you were meant to be.”

Waves of contentment wash through me.

I nod, which should be humiliating with his dick between my lips. It is, but it also isn’t, and I love both aspects of it. Wanting it to be humiliating and getting off on that, while at the same time, feeling power from him using my mouth this way.

“You’re going to stay how you are while I use your mouth for my pleasure. If you need to safe word, tap my thigh twice. When I’m finished, I’m going to come on that pretty, cock-sucking face of yours, and then maybe I’ll let you come.”

He waits a moment, and I realize he wants me to give him my consent again, so I nod. The instant I do, Sir’s hand fists in my hair. He holds my head in place, snapping his hips forward and gagging me on his cock.

I swallow when it hits the back of my throat, taking him as far down as I can. Sir has the right angle, so he’s not hurting me, but he’s definitely using me as nothing more than a hole for his pleasure, and damned if that truth doesn’t make me soar.

Tears spring to my eyes, run down my face, creating more rivers and streams to match the ones he’d given me when he spanked my ass. It still burns, but my mind is distracted with the dick in my mouth, the stretch of my lips, and being the best hole I can be.

Tears fill my eyes so much that my Sir becomes a blur. But the scent of him is still surrounding me, comforting me, relaxing me, putting my mind in this place that only the smell and heat of him can do.

I’m sure it’s not Marsh specifically, that any good Dom could give me this, but right now, it’s like he’s the whole fucking world, my whole world, and everything exists for this moment to take place. To show me it’s okay belonging on my knees for another man.

“That’s it. My good boy. Look at you, being the most perfect hole I’ve ever used. You’re going to work a load out of my balls. That’s your reward, getting marked by your king with the pleasure you brought out of me.”

My dick twitches, balls drawing up, and for one moment, I’m gripped with fear that I’m going to come and disappoint him. I grab my balls, pulling them away from my body and stopping myself while gagging and choking on Sir’s thick meat.

I cry out, jerking my head forward when he pulls free. “I want it!” I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed.

His hold on my hair tightens, burns, keeping me in place just as the first hot spurt of Sir’s load lands on my cheek.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, the second spurt hitting my tongue, the next my other cheek. He smears it into my skin while I sit there with my mouth open, salty cum on my tongue.

“Swallow,” Sir says, and the second I do, he’s pulling me to him again.

I can see a little better now, the tears fading. He tugs me to his lap like I was earlier, ass in the air, dick against his legs.

“I’m going to spank you while you fuck my thighs until you come. You don’t have to hold back anymore. Let yourself come, sweet boy. You deserve it.”

The second the last word leaves his mouth, there’s a sharp slap to my ass. The sound echoes in the room, pain blooming, making my dick even harder.

I hump his legs like a damn dog, too filled with need and too blissed out to be shy about it. He spanks me, right cheek, left cheek, back and forth, while I fist my hands in the pillows, pumping my hips and thrusting my cock against him.

He smacks me one last time, right before fireworks go off inside me, vision going black as my body climbs higher than it’s ever been, then nose-dives off the cliff into orgasm. Hot spurts of cum hit his legs as I lose myself, until I’m limp and sated, ass sore and body worn out on top of him.

“Are you okay?” Sir asks softly, dancing the tips of his fingers down my spine.

“That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

*

I don’t know how much time passes, but when I wake up, it’s to warm arms around me. We’re still on the couch, but Sir is lying with me, his arm around my waist, holding me close. We’re facing each other, so when my eyes flutter open, they land on his. He’s clearly been awake for a while, if not the whole time, just lying here while I slept.

My heart jumps. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

His brows draw together. “You have nothing to apologize for. You were so good for me tonight. I couldn’t have asked for a better scene. The endorphins are flowing a lot in those situations, and it’s okay to crash afterward. And when you do, I’ll take care of you. I like this part of it too.”

I smile, want to nuzzle into him, wish he was shirtless, but I don’t move since I don’t know if I’m allowed to. “Okay,” I reply.

Marsh—Sir—brushes the hair back from my forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Still tired but really good. That was…more than I could have even hoped it would be. That’s how I always knew it’s supposed to feel but didn’t know how to find it.” He smiles, and I can tell my words please him, before a storm washes over his features. Fear immediately seizes me. “You don’t want to do it again.” I try to pull away, but Sir doesn’t let me. He keeps me in place, and honestly, I’m not trying that hard. I don’t want the space between us.

“I very much want to do this again, but I can’t pretend it doesn’t concern me.”

“Do we have to keep going over this? It’s just sex and mutual fulfillment. I know it’s nothing more. We’re not boyfriends. My parents will never know.”

And I don’t want to risk his relationship with them. I just don’t feel it should do that since we’re both consenting adults.

“I don’t want to hide things from my best friend…and sneaking around makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m forty years old.”

I roll my eyes, and he smacks my ass. “Sorry,” I mumble. “But do you tell my dad every time you hook up? You said yourself it’s something you don’t discuss, so you wouldn’t be talking to him about this even if it wasn’t me. And we are both adults. There’s no reason we can’t fuck each other if we want.”

He sighs, and I can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

“Please, Sir. I wouldn’t ask if you didn’t want me, but I know you do. This was…” I don’t have words for what this was. “You gave me a part of myself I’ve always known was there but didn’t know how to unlock the chains.”

He closes his eyes, then leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead. It’s the first time he’s kissed me, I realize. I don’t even know what his mouth tastes like.

“We can continue, but it’s not more than play. Is that what you want? I can’t give you more than that.”

Because I’m his best friend’s son. He doesn’t have to say that’s the reason. We can fuck, and he can dominate me, but he won’t risk more because of what it would do to his relationship with my dad. Sex we can hide, but nothing more than that. It shouldn’t hurt, especially because I’m not looking for a relationship either, and honestly, the last thing I want is to tell my parents I’m sleeping with Marsh. I wince at thinking his name in this context, and then acknowledge that while it shouldn’t hurt, it does.

“Why are you making that face?” he asks.

“I thought of you as Marsh, and while I know it’s you with me, and I like that it’s you with me, giving me this, it feels weird to think of you as Marsh now. Marsh wasn’t someone I slept with, but I don’t know if I can call you Sir all the time either.”

“Then use Marshall. I’m Marshall or Sir to you while we do this. When it ends, I’ll go back to being Marsh again.”

I can’t hold back my grin. “I like that, Marshall.”

“You’re a spoiled little brat already,” he says with a smile. “And I feel the same. What should I call you?”

“Jay.” It’s not a name anyone else uses for me. John is clearly out of the question, and I don’t feel like Thomas, my middle name. Jay suits me.

“Jay it is. Tell me how you felt about everything we did today.”

“I loved it. All of it. It’s more than I’ve ever experienced, and it was perfect, but I want more. Does that make sense?” I don’t want him to think I wasn’t satisfied because I was, but there are a million other things I’d like to do too.

“That makes perfect sense. Stand up and show me your ass.”

I shiver. “That was really hot.” I do as he says, turning my back to him and looking over my shoulder. I’m definitely pink.

“It looks okay. You’ll be tender for a couple of days, but it shouldn’t be bad. I want a photo of it tomorrow morning. We’ll text from now on.”

“Yes, Marshall,” I reply, purring when he leans in and kisses my left cheek, then my right. “Do I have to go already?”

He sighs. “No, brat. You don’t. Come on. Let’s get some food and something to drink in you.”

I nod while he stands, then reach for my clothes.

“What do you need those for?” he asks.

“Oh.” My body flushes with heat.

“Someone likes that.”

“Best. Day. Ever,” I respond, making him laugh. Somehow it sounds different from any laugh he’s given me before, the sound wrapping around me like a hug.