“Get in here,” I ordered, my eyes on the cock straining his pants.
He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt; his eyes focused on my thighs. I turned and placed a hand on my chest. Tracing it down, I wrapped my hand around my cock. Pumping once, I hummed as pleasure spiked through me.
Quentin’s hands started working faster. Perfect.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. Following his hands, I watched as he worked on the button of his pants as he toed off his shoes. The second his pants and underwear cleared his thighs, I focused on his cock.
My mouth watered as I imagined tasting his salty essence. I wanted to flick my tongue under the flared head and take his considerable length down my throat. I wanted to press my nose into the tight curls around the base of his cock and breathe in his musk.
And what I wanted, I got.
I reached for the door and opened it for him. Stepping in, he stopped in front of me. I didn’t like the distance between us. He was close but not close enough for my liking. Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and tugged.
He stepped into me, and I smiled as his hands landed on my chest as he tried to steady himself. That was much better. His cock was a hard length against my thigh as I pressed my own into his stomach.
I reached down and snagged my loofah and body wash. Squirting a dollop on the loofah, I set the bottle back down and then pressed it into Quentin’s hand.
“You better get started,” I whispered in his ear as I trailed my fingers down his chest.
He had his job, and I had mine.
Staring at his cock, I circled his navel before venturing lower. Skimming the length of him, I teased a bit before wrapping him in my confident grip.
Stroking once, I looked up to see his dazed expression. That I could affect him so much sent pride through my being.
“Are you refusing my orders, Quentin?” I asked.
That seemed to shake him out of his thoughts.
“No, sir,” he said, lifting the loofah to my chest.
I gave him a moment to center himself before resuming my exploration of him. As he worked the loofah over my chest, I worked his cock.
“Does it feel good?” I asked as I rotated my wrist and stroked his shaft.
“Yes,” he moaned as his free hand spasmed against my chest. “Yes, Nolan.”
“Then keep going.”
I found distracting him fun. I liked knowing I could break the calm façade he showed the world. I wondered if he thought the same of me.
“How would you like to do this every night?” I asked, remembering what we were supposed to be talking about.
“Huh?” He looked up at me, but I could tell he didn’t understand my words.
“Quentin, would you like if this was a part of your duties?”
That got through to him.
“Duties? What duties?” He paused with his hand holding the loofah over my right hip.
“The duties I give you,” I said in response. “Would you like to shower with me every night? To wash the day from my body?”
I felt his cock jerk in my hand as he nodded.
“Yes, sir. I mean, Nolan, sir.”
I broke him, I thought with a pleased smile as he babbled.
“Then get back to work,” I said, resuming the slow rhythm that would keep him on edge until I wanted him to come.
He tried. I would give him that. But every time it seemed he’d gained a bit of composure, I’d destroy it with a well-timed flick of my thumb to the head of his cock. I was having so much fun toying with him while he tried to wash me that I knew we would play the same game often.
When he finally reached my cock, I decided to end my little game. He ran the soapy loofah up and down my shaft. I could tell by the way he lingered that all he needed was a word from me, and he’d service me in other ways.
Giving his cock one last firm squeeze, I let him go and clamped my hand around his wrist.
“Quentin,” I said, demanding his full attention.
He looked up at me with blown-out pupils and lips parted as if begging for a kiss. “Yes, Mr. Nolan?”
I reached down and took the loofah from his hand. Shifting my hold on him, I wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft. “Do you want to make me feel good, Quentin?”
His fingers tightened around me as he shifted his grip. I groaned low in my chest as he gave me a tentative stroke. Letting him have his way with my cock, I lifted my hands and braced them on the shower wall behind him. I liked the way it felt as I towered over him, leaning into his space.
“Just like that,” I whispered into his ear as his other hand joined the party. “You’re such a good boy, Quentin. Do you want to make Mr. Chamberlain come all over your pretty, little hands?”
It felt strange calling myself something so formal in a moment of passion, but it was worth it when Quentin shuddered against me.
“Yes, sir,” he said as needy little whimpers escaped his throat.
I grabbed his neck and held him in place. “Do you want to suck Mr. Chamberlain’s cock? Do you want to swallow his cum and feel it warm your insides?”
Fuck, I’d gone too far too fast, I thought as his entire body stilled against mine. He was going to safe word. We hadn’t even picked one out, but I knew the next word out of his mouth was going to end everything.
My breath caught in my lungs as he flowed to his knees with a grace I hadn’t thought possible. His whole body moved as one perfect, sensual thing until he was kneeling in front of me. His hands had never left my cock as he moved.
Staring down at him, I shifted my hand and palmed the side of his head. I wanted to feel his jaw as he worked my shaft down his throat.
“You’re so beautiful, Quentin,” I said, needing him to know. “What did I do to deserve such a beautiful creature like you?”
I placed my thumb under his chin and tilted his head back until his eyes met mine. “You’re mine now. You know that right?”
I felt his nod through the palm of my hand.
“If you need something you’re not getting, you come to me. If you’re unhappy, you come to me. If someone is giving you problems, you come to me,” I said, thinking of some of the people around the office. “I know you need to serve me, little rabbit, but I need to make sure you’re happy while doing it.”
He melted into my legs and nodded his cheek against my thigh. “Yes, sir, Nolan.”
“Now open your mouth, Quentin,” I said over the sound of the shower running behind me. In the kitchen, he’d said he didn’t want to be in control, and I was perfectly happy taking what I wanted from him.
Quentin dropped his hands to his thighs as he sat back on his haunches. Eyeing my throbbing cock, he opened his mouth and waited for me to feed it to him.
Tightening my fingers around his neck, I shifted my hips forward and slid my cock into his waiting mouth. Closing his lips around my shaft, he sucked and twisted his tongue around the head of my cock as I controlled how much I gave him. Pressing in deeper, I waited for his gag reflex to kick in but he only closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting me in further.
Panting, I pulled out and wondered how deep I could get, how deep his body would let me go. “Take a deep breath,” I warned, letting him know what I planned to do.
He looked up and met my gaze as he complied. He took a few deep breaths, and when he held it in, I rocked forward. My cock disappeared between his plump lips. I felt the back of his throat kiss the head of my cock and pushed in deeper.