Chapter Twenty-One #3
“I’m going to give you a choice, Oliver," he says. “You can walk out of this room right now and wait for me like a good boy, and I will reward you for your obedience with much more than a suit.”
His hand slides down from my hip and over my cock, and I know he feels how hard I am. My cheeks heat as embarrassment and arousal dance together, spinning my stomach into knots. Without thinking, I grind my leaking cock against his palm.
“Or… you can press me and see what defiance gets you.”
He runs his nose up my neck, and another bloom of precum forms, kissing the inside of my briefs.
I suck in a breath, trying to find my words, but the part of my brain responsible for language seems to be crashing.
“You good, Oliver?” he whispers, his voice shifting from that dark tone to something softer.
I nod. My body thrums with desire, and I’m acutely aware that I can feel everything.
The blood rushing in my veins, my heartbeat like a freight train, my cock, hard as hell and straining against his palm.
It’s too much, but also not enough. The monster inside of me, that ache, that darkness I try so hard to hide, wants more.
He wants everything Sloane Pierce is willing to give us.
“Yes, Sir," I say.
“What’ll it be, darling?” he asks. “Are you going to be my good boy, or my bad boy?”
I lean in and kiss him, my hand settling around his neck. My free hand finds his hardness, and I squeeze him. Hard. He sucks in a breath, and his entire body stiffens.
“Alright then," he says, tightening his grip around my throat. His free hand shoves my briefs down with my pants, and I suck in a breath, realizing my dick is free and reality hits me.
I’ve never done anything in public before, except for that one time in the parking lot a few weeks ago, and I felt like shit after.
And while I’ve thought about it, I’ve never had the guts to try it or even bring it up to any of my former partners.
Including Robbie. His name reverberates in my brain, and I tense, wanting to shut it out.
Sloane must feel my momentary lapse in comfort, because his gaze shifts from dark to light.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his touch easing up on the grip.
I shake my head, emboldened by the rush, by him.
I’ve never felt so seen in all my life.
It’s strange, but also deeply comforting. Like Sloane understands what I’m incapable of saying. Like he understands without words what I need.
“No, Sir," I say. “I want you to hold me accountable for my actions.”
My cock bounces, the ache fiercely overwhelming. I’ve never felt so keyed up before. Like any moment, I could break into a million pieces.
“Very well then," he says pointedly. “I shall do as you ask, but you must do something for me.”
I look at his heated gaze, my heart in my throat.
The word that escapes me is heavy, and weightless at the same time.
“Anything.”
“You must be quiet,” he whispers. “I do not want to hear a peep from you, do you understand?”
I nod, sucking in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“You will take your punishment in silence, and if you do as I say, I will reward you later. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kisses me swiftly and then he does it.
He drops to his knees and in one swift motion, wraps his hand around my cock and brings his lips to my head.
I fight the urge to groan, knowing I have to stay quiet.
I purse my lips together as he wraps his lips around my cock and takes me into the back of his throat with one hard motion.
My hands seek purchase against the wall, and I feel a gentle tug on my hand.
Sloane guides my hand to the back of his head, and my fingers grip his hair tightly.
His tongue rolls around my cock, and my breaths come in hard, fast, but I fight to moan.
My body tenses as my balls draw tight and my orgasm starts barreling towards me, and then he just… stops.
No… no… no.
My fingers grip his hair tightly as I suck in a breath.
His mouth returns not a second later, and he uses one hand to stroke my shaft while he continues to suck my cockhead, his tongue pressing into my slit, and once more, I feel my orgasm culminating like a hurricane.
I bite my lip to keep the moan inside, but it’s so much harder than I thought it would be, and a faint grunt escapes me.
He stops again, and I swear my knees turn to Jell-O. I’m so close, so fucking close, and all I want to do is come.
“You good?” he asks.
“I’ll be better if you let me come,” I bite.
Sloane chuckles. “So demanding.” His mouth works at my cock, and I swear I feel my damn soul leave my body.
“Have you learned your lesson, Oliver? Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper hurriedly. He chuckles. “Sir.”
“Good," he says, looking up at me with blown pupils. “Then come for me.”
When he takes me back into his mouth, I don’t fight him or my orgasm.
I can’t. I come hard and fast and close my eyes, biting my lip to keep in the moans that want to escape me.
I swear I see stars behind my eyes as I empty myself down his throat.
He swallows every drop wordlessly. My head feels hazy. I feel dizzy.
When I’m done, he carefully pulls my briefs and pants up. My eyes find his as he rises, his icy blue irises glistening with pride.
And then he leans closer and kisses me softly. It’s a rush all on its own, and juxtaposed with what just happened… it makes me feel like I could crumble to the floor in the best way.
I’ve never felt ecstasy like this.
I want to feel this again. And again and again…
“Are you good?” he whispers against my lips.
Tears fill my eyes, and my breath shakes.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe as I kiss him harder. “So fucking good.”
I feel his smirk against my lips as he slides his hand into my hair and tugs the locks gently.
“Good. Now get your ass out of my dressing room or I will be forced to buy you an extra suit. And it will cost more than the last.”
I chuckle as I saunter out of the dressing room and take my time going back to mine and dressing myself. When I get out, Sloane is waiting for me in his suit. It’s classic: all black pants and jacket with an ivory shirt. But the tie is what stands out. It’s a gorgeous, vibrant shade of green.
“Wow,” I say, unable to keep in my surprise.
“I take it, you approve.” He smirks.
I know he’s asking about the suit, but… it feels like he’s asking about what we did. What’s happening between us…
“I approve," I say, my voice almost breathless.
“Good. That settles that then.” For a moment, we stand there, looking at one another and I swear the world stops. At least, it does for me. My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me back to the here and now, shattering my momentary dreams.
As Sloane heads back to change, I pull out my phone, noticing I’ve got a text. From Missy. I click out of the notification and slide it back in my pocket as Sloane comes out of the dressing room.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I can’t shake the dread spreading through my veins.
“Yes, Sir," I say as he nods for me to follow him.