The air in the room was thick with anticipation as I knelt before him, begrudgingly submitting to his command. “Crawl to me,” he had said, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I did as I was told, my movements deliberate, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration.
When I reached him, I looked up, my eyes meeting his. There was a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched me, waiting for me to obey his unspoken command. His cock was hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. I knew what he wanted. I had done this before. I unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal buckle clinking together echoing in the silent room. I unzipped his pants slowly, slid them down, and freed his cock.
It was thick and hard, veins prominent, pulsing with need. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened there. I could feel him growing harder, his throb constant, potent. I worked him with my mouth, my hand gripping the base tightly, my head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each movement.
“Enough,” he growled, his voice ragged with pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up, leading me to the bed with a rough tug. I crawled onto it, my body already humming with desire. I lay down, my back against the cold sheets, my body exposed to him, vulnerable and ready.