Page 35 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin faltered. A dozen punishments flashed through his head, some pleasant, some less so. If Dominic didn’t fuck him soon, this would turn from teasing into genuine desperation, and not the fun kind.

“Uh,” Austin said.

“It’s okay, puppy.” Dominic cupped the bulge in his slacks. The anxiety flew from Austin’s brain as Dominic undid his fly.

“Get me wet,” Dominic said, pulling his cock out. “Do it well enough, and I’ll fuck you.”

“Okay,” Austin said, suddenly lightheaded. He wondered if he was allowed to turn his head for this, since it would be awkward otherwise. Then Dominic climbed up onto the bed, and everything became blissfully clear as he knelt in front of Austin, his big, hard cock so close Austin’s mouth watered.

Austin leaned up, getting his hands underneath him. Then he paused and looked up at Dominic questioningly.

“Go ahead,” Dominic said fondly. He pushed a hand into Austin’s short hair, scratching along his scalp. “But don’t stop fucking yourself. If you do, I won’t fuck you.”

Austin shivered. He pushed back against the dildo, moaning as it grazed his prostate yet again. As he leaned forward, he latched his mouth around Dominic’s cock and sucked. It took a minute, but eventually Austin fell into a rhythm. He shoved back against the dildo and sucked Dominic’s cock until only the tip remained in his mouth, then leaned forward to ease the dildo almost all of the way out and sink Dominic’s cock into his throat.

It was hard. No pun intended. Everything in Austin wanted to go lax and let the pleasure wash over him. But Dominic had told him to do something, and he was going to do it. Especially with Dominic’s fingers rubbing warm circles against his scalp, his praises making Austin’s head light up in ways he didn’t know were possible.

“You feel perfect,” Dominic groaned. “God. Getting me so wet, baby.”

Austin gurgled. He kept instinctually trying to keep his spit under control, but Dominic had told him to get him wet. So, he was letting himself drool, spit dripping down his chin and trickling over Dominic’s balls.

He wanted to ask if this was enough. But the further he got into the rhythm—back onto the dildo, then forward onto Dominic’s cock—the harder it was to care. That sweet fuzzy feeling took over his head, blocking out any other thoughts. He wasn’t thinking about getting fucked anymore. He wasn’t thinking about anything except what he’d been told to do, and that he was doing it well.

He didn’t know how long it had been when Dominic finally pulled him off his cock. Austin made a confused noise, staring up at him with wet eyes. He’d started crying at some point, unable to do anything else with Dominic’s cock in his throat. He couldn’t remember when that happened, his tears mixing with the spit on his chin.

Dominic wiped a thumb through the mess and cleaned it on the sheets.

“Messy puppy,” he said breathlessly.

Austin thought he should say something to that. But his head was pleasantly fuzzy, his body oddly detached from any motor functions. But not in a scary way, like when he was way too high. This felt… quiet. Safe. Whatever happened, Dominic had him.

Dominic’s eyes softened. “Hey. You with me?”

Austin nodded. He had enough sense to think about Dominic’s stitches, the bandage stark white against his hairy chest. But if it was bothering Dominic, he didn’t seem to notice it. He was staring at Austin as if nothing mattered except Austin on his hands and knees in front of him.

“You can get off the dildo now,” Dominic told him.

Austin leaned forward. The dildo slid out slowly, and Austin’s hole clenched around nothing. Nothing in his ass, nothing in his mouth; he hadn’t realized how empty that felt.

“I’m going to move you how I want you,” Dominic said. “Okay?”

Austin nodded again. Honestly, that sounded fucking perfect. He wished Dominic would do that all the time.

Dominic pulled him up, then pushed him onto his back. This was a surprise. Austin had expected Dominic to take him from behind, like last time. But the way Dominic kept looking at him made him wonder if he wanted to watch Austin’s face while he fucked him. Dominic’s dark eyes kept roving over his expression like he wanted to eat it.

Dominic took the dildo off the headboard and placed it on Austin’s nightstand, where it wobbled. Austin wanted to laugh, but then Dominic wiped his fingers over Austin’s wet chin and slid those fingers into his hole, and the laugh choked off in his throat.

“So wet and open for me,” Dominic said, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of Austin’s hole. “Is this what you thought about when you were fucking yourself on all those lonely nights?”

Austin’s chest heaved. He felt like he’d been working out for hours, his limbs watery, his head fuzzy and somehow blissfully clear all at once. It took him a few seconds to make his mouth work.

“Almost,” Austin said.

Dominic grinned. It was such a rare, beautiful sight that Austin’s breath caught in his throat. Then Dominic pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, and all that breath rushed out of him in a moan.

“What about this?” Dominic asked as he fucked into him. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeah,” Austin managed, feeling drunk with it. “Yes, fuck, thank you.”