“Very handsome. I can’t wait to watch the episode,” I tell him, wondering if he brought up the murder he committed last night. “I saw they broke the news about that CEO.”
“Mmhmm,” Mac confirms, not taking his eyes off of me as my hands work up his muscular thighs. He clears his throat but doesn't move to stop me. “What are you doing?”
“A good pet should greet their Master appropriately,” I purr, playing it up to see what he likes.
“Don’t use that term.” Mac stops my hands when they’re so close to groping him.
“Owner?” I ask, testing the waters. I don’t like Master anyway, with the slave connotations, but he scrunches his face over my new suggestion.
“I didn’t buy you.”
“You didn’t exactly invite me here, either,” I point out.
“No.” He releases my hands to card his fingers through my curly hair. It’s a bit wild after sleeping on it when it was still damp from our shower. “But Sir will do.”
“Yes, Sir.” I continue my path to the hem of his slacks where his button up is tucked neatly. “Can I suck your cock, Sir?”
Mac looks at me for a long moment, his fingers tightening their grasp on my hair and making me groan. “I suppose a pet can be useful.”
“I can be very useful,” I nod, tugging at the clasp to get at what I want when he releases my hair. I know I’m acting like a sex addict whodoesn’t care where I get dick from, but it’s more to do with the man in front of me.
“Pets should also be seen and not heard,” Mac instructs, and I bet he’s never had a real pet in his life, because dogs and cats can be noisy as fuck. “I have emails to answer.”
Pulling his phone from a pocket, Mac leans back and starts scrolling. I take that as my sign to get at my job, and permission to pull his zipper down. The man doesn’t move to help as I struggle to remove the layers of fabric in the way until I see the tip of his dick peeking out from his black briefs. He’s cut, unlike me, and I can’t wait to get him in my mouth again.
Licking my lips, I look up at him as I tongue the slit of his rapidly growing erection. Mac’s eyes move briefly from his screen but are right back to it as he reads something. He could be filming me, and I wouldn’t know it, but I find I don’t care as the salty taste of his precum and the smell of his body wash mixed with Mac’s personal scent hits me.
It would be better if I could touch his hairy thighs and play with his balls, but I don’t mind making a meal out of what I’ve got. My dick is hard between my naked legs, and the rug is rough, but that’s irrelevant with the prospect of his dick inches away.
Taking him in my mouth, I close my eyes and slide down his thick length as it hardens fully. Mac doesn’t make a sound as I work him deeper, my lips stretching to accommodate as his tip hits my throat. I don’t gag, but I also still have a whole handful I haven’t taken yet.
If I was a betting man, I’d say he was at least eight inches, if not nine. I may be a size queen, but he was not lacking in any way, shape or form.
Peeking up at him through my hair that’s just long enough to touch my eyes, I see his jaw tensing and his breathing speeding up as his nostrils flared. I’m having an effect on him, he just doesn’t want to admit it.
Mac’s phone buzzes and he’s rapidly typing again when I decide to deepthroat him. I get no sound out of him, but his thighs go rigid under my hand. I pull off to get a treat in the form of more precum, and I love the obvious physical reaction I’m getting.
When his phone buzzes more insistently, Mac groans and puts a hand on the back of my head. I take a hint and hold him in my mouth without trying to pull off as I watch him put the phone to his ear.
“Yes, I saw the article,” he bites out, clearly not happy to be on the call and still not looking at me. I can only hear a distant tiny voice from the other line, so I have to guess at the meaning of Mac’s side of the conversation. “No, I won’t be making a statement. Because why the fuck should I. They don’t even have proof the picture is of me or that the person I’m with is a man. Yes, it was. No, it’s not anyone famous.”
There’s a picture of Mac with a man? Is it about the man he killed? That wouldn’t add up with the famous bit, since the Fat Cat Killer took out people in the public eye. I find myself irrationally annoyed at the thought Mac was with some man in public and redouble my efforts.
“Fuck,” Mac curses as I relax my throat and take him deeper than before. I’d smile in satisfaction if I could move. Mac moves the phone to hold it between his head and shoulder, gripping my hair to hold me in place with both hands. “No, I don’t care what they say. It’s nobody’s business.”
The other person replies while Mac continues his assault. He’s got my hair in both fists as he skull-fucks me into oblivion. I welcome it as my brain shuts off and I let him use me. My only thought is of how good I’m making Sir feel and how much I hope he’ll fuck my ass just as roughly. My head goes fuzzy and I forget everything when he holds himself deep.
Distantly, I recognize the signs that Mac is about to cum as his dick thickens, spasming in my throat before he backs my head up until I can taste him on my tongue. I’m a rag doll in his hands, suckling at his cum the only thing I have control over. I don’t want to waste a single drop, and wonder vaguely if I could sleep with his dick in my mouth.
“Good pet,” Mac coos, petting my hair out of my face. I probably look like a mess, as I can feel my dick drooling to match my chin, and my whole body is damp with sweat. Looking up at his face, the tension is gone, replaced by a satisfied smirk. His phone is gone, but I don’t know when he hung up.
Mac doesn’t make me let his dick go as he goes back to answering emails and I drift off, content exactly where I am.
Chapter ten
Mac
Wefallintoaroutine. I check on Ethan in the morning, helping him in the bathroom, with him begging to suck me off while I eat breakfast or answer emails, then I cuff him to the bed and leave for half the day. When I return, I uncuff him and he follows me around to sit at my feet. I’ve even started letting him wear a shirt and come into my main house for dinner. Which is always followed by another blow job.