A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

4-Ass & Elevators

~Caroline~

Sir was on the phone the next morning, when I sleepily entered his study, wearing one of his bottom ups, knee high nylons and a pair of panties  that covered very little.  I hadn't even heard him wake and leave the room.

I cannot resist, I feel like teasing him. I felt neglected seeing as our early morning ritual sex had not happened...yet.  I walked to his desk where he was sitting, frowning slightly at the computer monitor as he talked

'Ah, good,' I think when the name Sammy is spoken. His little brother, biologically Lessa and Samuel's. He smiles up at me and I take the hand he offers. Once he pulls me onto his lap I wrap my arms around his shoulders and nuzzle my face in the dip of his neck. There is still a hint of cologne on his skin from the previous day and I inhale deeply. 

We had in fact had a very eventful, long night but my need for Sir never fully went away. I longed to touch him and I did so, running my fingers over his bare shoulders and down his chest. I love the little patch of chest hair he has.

"...I keep telling them as well not to sell the property but they won't listen..." They were talking about their parents manor. The Specters wanted to move into a smaller home since their children were long gone and now all they had was loving grandchildren to spoil.

But I had already heard this conversation several times and at the moment my attention was on his jaw that  I was planting soft feathery kisses along. The days growth of hair there was rough on my lips. I reached his ear I went about whispering, "I would like to taste you, Sir. May I?"

When I got no reply to do so my hand went onward south to grab at his shaft through the thin night pants. He was semi hard and I could feel him twitch beneath my palm. "Just let me slide you between my lips." I prompted and moved off of his lap to kneel in front of him. For a second I don't make a move because he is just scowling down at me.

I masked my smile when he leaned further back in the office chair and  eased his hips forward, drawing my eyes away from his to the bulge growing there. I hastily found the waistband of his bottoms and a second later his veiny, prodigious cock was on display and at my disposal. 

I readily took Sir in my hand and stoked him many times, tightening my grip, pinching the head, looking on like it was a exotic item that must be worshiped and nothing less. He  watched my movements intensely. Enough fondling, I leaned in and just as my tongue came out to frolic, his free hand grabbed my hair, denying me any more movement.

"Yes, we can have some drinks. How about tonight?"He asked his brother before he stood up and left me staring after him. Eventually I became impatient and got up from the floor. He seen my pout very clearly as I left the study and went down the hall to the bedroom. I had received a text from Liv this morning so I crossed the large room and grabbed my cell from the bedside table. 'Tell me, slave girl, are you sitting properly?' I laughed and quickly replied to her. I was sitting properly but my skin was tender...whose to say I didn't like it.

I needed coffee and breakfast. Maybe a bagel or bacon. When I sat my phone down and turned around Sol was standing so very close to me. My hand flew to my chest and I squealed, "Shit-you scared me."

"Sorry, I will let my presence be known next time." There was a glint of humor in his eyes and no promise in his words as he closed the distance between us. "What are you doing?"

"I was checking my-"

"I meant in the study. You shouldn't have left...especially after being an irrepressible little  cocktease." He said, finally his grin breaking free and I blushed. He was looking down at me with hungry eyes.