Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Walter

Why he insisted on being a brat was beyond me, but I wasn't above putting him in his place. I pointed to a spot on the floor. "Get on your knees."

He eyed me warily.

I raised my hand. "Another beating?"

"Um, no. I choose…" He pointed vaguely to the floor. "Whatever that option is."

"That option is my cock in your mouth."

He licked his lips. "I don't…that is, I've never…I mean?—"

"On your knees, my Lord." I'd probably be out of work by the end of the evening, but someone had to put this young man in his place and, apparently, that responsibility fell to me.

Young man? You're barely older than him.

True, but experience, as far as I was concerned, meant a great deal. His naiveté and inexperience—at least in this area—brought a secret thrill to me. I'd be teaching him something. Showing him something. And, quite possibly, enjoying myself.

"May I use a pillow? The floor is so hard?— "

"Did you make the other men get on their knees?"

"Well…yes…"

"Did you allow them a pillow, so they'd be more comfortable?"

A flush ran up his naked chest to his cheeks. "Well…no."

"So you think you will receive a courtesy you haven't offered to others? Let me assure you, my Lord, that won't be happening with me. Now, I tire of your tarrying. On your knees, if you please." Huh, that rhymed. Lovely.

Slowly, he advanced toward me. When he stood directly before me—and I towered over him—he sank to his knees.

My cock twitched.

He gazed up at me, all wide eyes. Attempting an innocent expression.

I wasn't fooled for an instant. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had even done this before with one of his wealthy friends. The rich, at least to my mind, held dominion over debauchery. "Take my cock out."

For a moment, I believed he was going to argue about not knowing how to unbutton trousers. After a length of time, though, he slowly unbuttoned mine. To my delight and amusement, he swept his fingers up and down my now-erect length far more than was necessary. As he freed my cock, he lowered my trousers to the ground.

Again, he licked his lips.

A drop of my seed sat on my tip. "You may lick it."

Kenneth's tongue darted in and out. Again, after a long moment, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against my dark cock's tip. His eyes widened.

"Just think what it will taste like when you take all of me." I grasped my length. "I'm going to feed this to you. Slowly. Then you're going to suck until I come. Do you understand?"

He bobbed his head. A glint of eagerness showed in those stunning blue eyes. His pale complexion turned rosy as he slid his puffy lips around my erection. Then, as he went too far, he nearly choked .

I pulled back, but not out. "Slowly, my young Lord. One is gradual and builds confidence."

He blinked several times, undoubtedly fighting tears. A mistake we all made—the first time. Which confirmed he'd never done this before. And he could've refused, of course. As he took me deeper and hollowed his cheeks, however, I realized my instincts had been correct. The young master wanted to be dominated.

Needed to be dominated. "Suck harder."

He complied, and the pull on my cock brought me closer to orgasm. The urge to thrust into his mouth, as I had with more-experienced men, overwhelmed me. I'd been doing this for more than ten years—with many willing men. And they'd been reciprocating just as much. When I'd accepted this post, I had believed I would have fewer of these carnal pleasures. My time no longer being my own. Or so I thought. If I could have this lord on his knees regularly, though…

As he swirled his tongue around my tip and then sucked me deeper, a feeling of need grew within me. "I am coming. Be prepared."

His gaze shot to mine even as I emptied into his mouth.

I thought he would spit me out, but he didn't. To my delight, he swallowed repeatedly, continuing to coax more seed from me. When he finished, he rocked back on his heels. He gazed up at me. "Did I please you?"

"You did." I touched the top of his head lightly. Then I put myself to rights. Meeting his gaze, I said, "But you are still eating in the dining room." I raised my trousers and buttoned them. Then I pivoted and began organizing his clothes.

He sighed, rose, and allowed me to organize him into some semblance of order. His cock was rock hard, making things interesting when he pulled on his breeches, but he managed. Eventually, he would return to normal…but a little discomfort would do him good.

With that, I encouraged him to go downstairs. While he was gone, I organized his room. I had more plans for him…