Dominant

Chapter 8 (XXX)

I look in the mirror. Finally an outfit that I love. I spin around, giggling. Its 4 PM. And I'm not fetching tea, I'm not preparing dinner or tidying up a bedroom, but I am getting paid to stay here for free. A tale of luxury. My door creaks open and in walks Mr. Adams with a cup of tea and a plate of 5 chocolate covered strawberries with a can of whipped cream.

"Mr. Fischbach requested a gift for you. Does this meet your wishes, sir?" He says softly.

I smile. "Please. Call him Mark. And call me Ryland. No sir mess. We aren't gonna change how we are, Mr. Adam."

He nods, cracking a smile as he sets down the plate and cup on my dresser. "Then you may call me Richard. If you don't mind." He says, walking out swiftly and shutting the door.

I grab a strawberry, taking a bite. They are so sweet, and the chocolate is perfectly hardened. I moan softly as the sweet juices run down my chin. "Well, thank you Richard." I grab the can of whipped cream and spray it in my mouth.

"Yes. Thank you for this nice-ass view." Mark says from the door, startling me. He closes and locks the door, eyeing me up and down and yanking at his tie. "You. Look stunning. In colour." He whispers, yanking the whipped cream can from my hand.

"Noooo, gimme." I whine, irritated. Mark grins, slowly pulling me to the bed.

"You are good enough to eat." He mumbles, gently unbuttoning my shirt. He pulls off my clothes piece by piece, leaving me in my boxers. I stare at him, starry-eyed as he shakes the whipped cream can. Jesus, I am so blessed. He sprays down my chest in a zig zagged line, and I yelp at the cold.

"Jesus, Mark! I am gonna be all sticky now!" I groan.

"No, you won't." He growls. He leans down, his tongue exploring my bare and whip creamed chest, lapping up the cream that lays over it. I moan softly, leaning my head back in ecstasy. "Damn, you are so sweet." He sits up and walks to the dresser, yanking off all of his clothing. He grabs the tray of strawberries, walking them to me. He grabs one and I bite my lip.

"What are you gonna do with that?" I whisper seductively.

He grabs a strawberry and puts it to my lips. "Close your eyes and bite." He says sternly. I close my eyes as he yanks off my boxers, throwing them roughly. I take a bite just as I feel a sharp pain backed with a jolt of pleasure. I open my eyes as Mark grips my hips, rocking his against mine as he eases in and out of me. "You are so fucking tight." He moans, leaning down and kissing me passionately. "And you taste like strawberries."

I wrap my legs around his waist, panting heavily as he gently rocks himself against me repeatedly. His hand grabs my throbbing cock, slowly pumping it to the same rhythm.

"Oh yes. Oh my fucking god, yes." I pant, squinting my eyes tiredly.

"Look at you. Red faced. Panting. Moaning for me." He mumbles, spraying whipped cream across my neck before attacking it with bites and sucking. I arch my back at the sudden contact, making my cock twitch in his hand.

"M-Mark please. I'm cumming." I whimper.

"Me too, love. Come on. Cum for daddy." He grunts in my ear.

I pull him down to my chest, clawing and gripping his back as I paint our chests with cum. Mark grabs my hips, slamming into me one last time and filling me with his hot juices.

"Oh my god. Wow. I just... we just had sex. I had sex. With a guy. I just did that." I say, out of breath and smiling.

He kisses me gently. "Yeah. We did. You should get a shower. I'm tired. I wanna get some rest."

I nod, a little disappointed. I stand up to grab a towel as he plops down on my bed, making me look to him in confusion. "I thought you were?...."

"I'm sleeping in here with my significant other. Is that alright?" 

An uncontrollable smile spread on my face and I grab my tea cup, taking a quick sip before rushing to the bathroom door. "Of course."