Dominant

Chapter 3 (XXX)

I moan softly, tugging my length as the hot water hits my back. My mind races with images of Mr. Fischbach. I can imagine him thrusting into me, pumping, filling me up. His hand on my cock as he plows me on his desk.

"Oh fuck yes uh. I'm cumming, oh god, yes. Oh Mark FUCK!" I grunt as cum up on my chest, my breathing shallow and low. I grab the body soap and quickly wash off. I feel almost guilty and ashamed for doing this. It's like I can feel the disappointment flow as soon as I finish. I step out of the shower and check the time.

Shit! It's 7:30! I have five minutes. I rush around my room, putting on my uniform. I check myself in the full-length mirror, head to toe black, as the others seem to have become accustomed to better than I. I prefer more colour. I quickly run downstairs and make his tea, rushing to the elevator as I stir in the honey. I knock gently on his door.

"You may enter!" He calls out to me. I open the door. He stands in the center of the room, his pajamas lovely blue silk. "Ah. Mr. Northstrum. You have brought me my wishes. Thank you..."

I close the door behind me, smiling to myself. Finally, I did something right today. I am mentally patting myself on the back right now.

"Where are my apples and peanut butter?" He hums out to me gently as he sips the tea.

Well now. I am mentally kicking myself in the fucking face. The apple. I forgot. The apple. I clear my throat and look down "It appears. I have forgotten your snack, sir. My dearest of apologies. Would you wish for me to fetch it for you?"

He stares at me a minute. "No thank you..." He sips his tea, moaning lowly. "Very sweet." His back turns to me as he takes another sip. "Oh fuck yes uh. I'm cumming oh god yes. Oh Mark, FUCK!" He moans out mockingly. My face burns a bright red as he slowly turns to me "My apologies. This tea is just so good."

I nod, turning away from him. "I should be on my way now, I have chores to attend to."

His hands grab my slim waist, pulling me to meet his hips behind me, grinding against me. "So soon? But I'm hungry." He growls against my back ."Why don't you be a good servant and lay on my bed?" Mr. Fischbach pulls me back and pushes me onto the bed. "Tell me, Northstrum. Have you ever had sex with a man?" I close my eyes, turning my head from him. A short silence radiates between us. "A woman?" He says surprised. I shake my head no. At this age, I should. I have been so ashamed of my sexuality, I have never ventured a sexual encounter. "My oh my. Well isn't this a treat. Sweet virgin boy." He whispers. "Would you like me to be slow with you Ryland?"

I shiver at the use of my first name, very rarely will I probably hear that. This will probably be a bad idea. "Yes, please... Mark."

He sighs, dropping down in front of me at the head of the bed. He grabs my dress pants, yanking them down to my ankles, soon following with my boxers.

"Maybe we should start with some light pleasure." His hands roam down my torso, unbuttoning each button on my shirt slowly, to expose my bare chest. His face nuzzles my neck, biting and sucking softly as he pleases. I moan under him. I am helpless to his touches. His lips move down my chest, licking across my numb nipples. I throw my head back in pleasure. "Shhhh now. Don't want anyone to hear you."

I cover my mouth as his ventures to my cock, taking me in his mouth. He sucks the tip gently, slowly lapping up my pre-cum in teasing circles.

"Oh please more." I whimper. "Please, Master Fischbach. Please. I want more. Please." I pant heavily under him, euphoric moans echo the walls of this larger room. I squirm and sweat under him as my cock hits the back of his throat. His head bobs at a painfully slow rhythm, slowly increasing in quickness. I grunt, thrusting my hips up, causing his hands to press against them to hold them still. My back arches as my vision begins to blur. "I-I'm gonna- oh god. Oh FUCK, YES, OH." I grab Mark's hair as I spill my cum down his throat. He coughs slightly as he gulps down my juices. He pulls back, climbing on top of me, he stares at me. Breathless and weak.

"Next time. You will warn me when you are about to cum." He licks his lips of a drop he missed.

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Good. Now get dressed. And get out. I wish to rest." He says simply. I sit up slowly, staring at him as he grabs his tea, sipping it once more.

"I-I thought that I could..."

Mr. Fischbach set the tea down, turning towards me as I pull on all my clothes ."I do not pay you to think. I pay you to do as I say. And follow orders. Is that understood?"

I swallow my pride and lower my head, walking to the door. "Yes, sir."

"Oh. And Mr. Northstrum?" He coos out to me

"Yes?" I say, excited. Maybe he changed his mind.

"The tea is cold." He says bitterly.