Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(3)

“Can you feel me against you?” Connor’s tone lowered even more. There was the sound of movement, and Wesley could imagine Connor, cock in hand, stroking himself.

“Yes.” Wesley breathed it out.

Keeping the cell pressed against his cheek with his shoulder, Wesley’s hands dropped to his fly and he tugged at his belt, trying to get it undone. Whimpering, he fought harder against the stubborn buckle.

“You are not to play with yourself.”

Wesley froze. He wasn’t that surprised that he wasn’t allowed to play, but his mind still rebelled at the thought, just as a new surge of adrenaline washed through him and his balls drew tight, as if in disagreement with the request.

“Is that clear?” It was spoken in an even tone, but it bore an underlying command that couldn’t be ignored.

Wesley shuddered, his arousal almost overwhelming by then. He wanted—no, needed—to touch himself. A few tugs would be enough to put him over the edge. Yet, he found himself nodding.

“Yes, Sir.” The title slipped out easily, the command marking the transition between the initial flirting and commencement of the scene.

Connor answered with a moan.

A shiver ran down Wesley’s back, just as his cock gave a heavy throb. He could feel himself dribbling into his underwear, the fabric sticking to his cock, his release impossibly close. Wesley closed his eyes and locked his jaw in an attempt to stave off his orgasm.

“You know what I want?”

“What is that, Sir?”

“You, on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock.”

A whimper escaped Wesley’s lips.

“Would you like that? Would you like to suck me off?”

Wesley clutched at the last strands of his control, the images Connor’s words evoked pushing him to the brink.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.” His voice broke on the Sir, and Wesley fisted his hands, nails digging into his skin.

The soft moan coming from Connor turned into a familiar groan that Wesley knew marked the beginning of his orgasm. Wesley swallowed his whimper, his need to come almost unbearable.

“Oh God, I would so love to feel your hot mouth around my cock.” His voice broke. “To have you swallow me whole.”

“Oh God.” Wesley couldn’t refrain from talking.

“I would come down your throat.” The rustle on the other end of the line became faster, frantic, and the groans turned into cries. “Would you like that, Wes?”

“Yes. Very much.”

A sharp inhale marked the beginning of Connor’s climax. Wesley clenched and unclenched his fists, fighting for control. He could see Connor in his mind, see his eyes roll back, the chords in his neck straining with tension. Wesley craved the contact, the touch of his partner’s skin. His smell.

“Did you come?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good boy, Wes. I’m proud of you.”

Despite his discomfort, Wesley preened under the praise.

“You will not touch yourself until you get home tonight.”

Wesley wetted his lips and glanced at the clock on the wall. He had two more appointments, and that meant it would be at least three hours until he could get home. Annoyance, mixed with excitement, shot through him at the prospect. He groaned and nodded, forgetting for a moment that Connor couldn’t see him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good. Now, how are you?” The tone changed, the command gone, putting Wesley at ease.

“Horny out of my skull and late for my next appointment.” Wesley glanced at the clock above the door, already listing in his mind the things he still had to do to prepare himself and the room for his next client.

“Other than that.” There was genuine care in Connor’s voice.

Tension and stress drained away until it no longer mattered that his balls were probably blue, or that he would have to hurry to make his appointment, and Wesley felt himself smile. “I’m good.”

“I love you.”

The simple acknowledgement had Wesley’s heart swelling with joy.

“I love you too. I’ll see you at home in a few hours.”

Still smiling, Wesley put the phone back in his pocket. Things were indeed good. Wesley didn’t know where the year had gone—a little over eleven months to be exact. Wesley had been nervous about entering a relationship with Connor at first, with both of them being Dominants.

Never having submitted to anyone before, the fact that he wanted to do just that with Connor had shocked him. Even more surprising had been his reaction to the submission itself. During that first scene, it was like a veil had been lifted from his eyes, as if a whole new world had opened up in front of him. Which was ironic, considering his line of work.

He had feared what submitting to Connor might mean for his career at The Dungeon. And it had been difficult at first, so much so that he’d had to take time off to put his thoughts and feelings in order. Once he’d managed to do so, everything had clicked into place: the personal life he’d started building with Connor and his professional one.

To his surprise, he’d discovered that submission in his personal life had made him a better Dom at work. He was more attuned to his subs.

With a final look at the time, Wesley returned to his task, the warmth of his conversation with Connor still lingering inside him.