Page 82 of Echoes of Fear

Apart from tying me down. But we’ve already talked about that.

“Maybe we should go to Reynolds’ and see if he needs any help. His yard isn’t flat and is a pain in the ass to mow,” Taylor says, walking to his dresser. “Probably should have done that before I took a shower.”

When I don’t answer, he turns and looks at me.

“Is there something you’re wanting, baby?” he smirks.

I don’t answer. I don’t want to. I want to be told what to do. What to say. How hard to suck.

“I think I know what’s going on,” he says huskily.

He walks over and leans over my body until I’m forced to lay back. He nibbles my neck before biting the lobe of my ear.

“Does my baby want to please his Dom?” he whispers.

I can only nod.

“Are you going to do as you’re told, boy?” his voice is deeper, ringing with dominance.

Fuck yes.

“Yes, sir,” I pant.

“Number one rule?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember the rules.

“Say safeword if I need to,” I manage to say.

“Oh, baby boy, I’m about to fucking own you,” he growls, standing and tossing away the towel that was covering him.

He already owns me, but my brain is shutting down its essential functions.

“Knees. Now.”

Without thought, I fall to the floor.

“I’m not going to tie those hands behind your back, but if you touch me, or yourself, without permission, I will deny your release and lock you up in a cock cage until tomorrow night. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, lick my dick, baby. Get it nice and wet.”

Yes, please.

I take my time licking every single inch until he pulls away.

“Good job getting me ready, baby. Now open that beautiful mouth.”

I’m going to faint from the pleasure of his orders.

Doing as I’m told, I open wide, and Taylor enters my mouth.

“Suck gently, baby,” he moans. “Nice and slowly.”

He slides in and out of my mouth, but I whine, wanting more.

“You want me to fuck your mouth, Knox?” he asks. “Want me to slide all the way down your throat?”