marks a slave.”He reached out and slapped me—clean, crisp, across the cheek.I didn’t flinch.”Good.”He stood and walked around behind me again. Gay sex To privacy. I stared too long. Gentle?””Rougher,” I admitted. Tall. thanking me for it.”I looked down, shame burning hot behind my eyes. “Be specific.””I liked imagining… Because it makes you feel owned.”He was right.I did.”Go on,” he said. Absolute.I sat naked before him, heart hammering, cock swollen inside the cage, thighs trembling from the tension in my own body. The soft click sounded louder than it should have.”Then beg for the privilege of serving me.”Sean’s voice had landed like a command, even if he hadn’t said it that way.I inhaled once, sharply. Because it is.”I adjusted—sucked a little harder, pulled gently, then switched to the other. He just stood there, taking another slow sip of his drink, as though we were at a cocktail party instead of me kneeling naked and dripping on his bedroom floor.”I could watch you squirm all night,” he said after a moment. “When you held the key. The texture changed—smoother, tighter, more intimate. “Usually.””Usually,” he repeated, his tone dry.
