Chapter 3: Rising Action
The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, the setting sun casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a testament to the passionate encounter that had unfolded mere moments ago. Shivam lay on the bed, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.
Aslam loomed over him, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. He was still fully clothed, his crisp white shirt untucked, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms.
His pants were still zipped, but the bulge at his crotch was evident, a silent promise of what was to come. He watched me, his gaze intense, as if he could see straight through to my very soul.
I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, my body still sensitive from our earlier activities. He noticed my discomfort and a small smile played on his lips.
"Tender?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, biting my lip. "A little."
He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, making me shiver.
"Good," he murmured, his voice soft. "I want you to feel me, Shivam. Every touch, every thrust. I want you to remember who you belong to." There was something primal about his words, something that resonated deep within me. I found myself nodding, my body already responding to his touch.
Aslam's fingers moved lower, tracing the line of my collarbone, my sternum, my abdomen. He paused at the juncture of my thighs, his thumb brushing against the head of my cock, making me gasp.
I was already half-hard again, my body responding eagerly to his touch. Aslam chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Not so tender anymore, are you?"
I blushed, my body squirming beneath his gaze. "I- I can't help it," I stammered. "You have this effect on me."
Aslam's smile widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. "Good," he murmured against my mouth.
"I want you to crave my touch, Shivam. I want you to hunger for me, to need me like you need air to breathe."
His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I found myself kissing him back with renewed fervor. Aslam responded in kind, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands roaming my body with increasing urgency.
He broke away from the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes wild. "Turn over," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
Turning over meant exposing myself completely to him, giving him full access to my body. But there was something about Aslam's commanding presence that made me want to obey, to submit to his will.
Taking a deep breath, I rolled onto my stomach, my face pressed into the pillow. I could feel Aslam's gaze on me, hot and intense, as he took in the sight of my bare back, my ass, my legs.
He didn't touch me immediately, instead, he took his time, running his hands over my body, exploring every curve, every muscle.
His touch was firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my body responding to him, my cock hardening against the mattress.
"Your body is incredible, Shivam," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. "So responsive, so perfect."
I blushed at his words, burying my face deeper into the pillow. He chuckled, his fingers tracing the line of my spine, making me arch into his touch.
"Don't hide from me, little one," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "I want to see your face, your reactions.
I want to watch you as I make you feel things you've never felt before."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come. I trusted Aslam, even though I barely knew him. There was something about him, a raw, primal energy that both excited and terrified me. I wanted to explore this newfound side of myself with him, to see where it would lead.
Aslam's hands moved to my hips, lifting me up slightly. I felt the cool air against my skin as he exposed me to him, and I tensed, my body instinctively trying to close up.
Aslam noticed my reaction and paused, his hands still on my hips.
"Shh, relax," he cooed, his voice soft and soothing. "There's no need to be shy with me, Shivam. I've seen every inch of you, touched every part of you. Remember?" He was right; we'd been intimate before, but this felt different. More vulnerable somehow. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I remember."
Aslam rewarded me with a warm smile, his thumbs tracing circles on my hip bones.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and approving. My heart fluttered at his praise, and I felt my body relaxing, melting into his touch.
He leaned down, his breath hot on my ear. "Now, I want you to reach back and grab your ankles, Shivam. Hold yourself open for me."
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. But I trusted Aslam, and I wanted to please him, so I did as he asked, stretching my arms behind me and grasping my ankles tightly.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. Aslam hummed his approval, his hands trailing down my back, over my ass, and then lower, until he was cupping my balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
"Good boy," he murmured again, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You look so beautiful like this, Shivam. So open, so ready for me."
I blushed at his words, my cock throbbing against the sheets. Aslam noticed my reaction and chuckled, his fingers moving to stroke my length, making me gasp.
"You like that, don't you? Being praised by me?"
I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good. Because I plan on praising you a lot, Shivam. Especially when you're being such a good boy for me."
I felt a surge of warmth at his words, my body responding eagerly to his touch. He continued to stroke me, his movements slow and steady, building a rhythm that had me panting and writhing beneath him.
Suddenly, he stopped, leaving me bereft and wanting.
I whimpered, my body aching for more. Aslam chuckled, his breath hot on my ear.
"Patience, little one," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "We're just getting started."
Before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my entrance. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected contact. Aslam hummed, his tongue flicking out to taste me, making me shudder.
"Oh god," I moaned, my fingers tightening around my ankles.
Aslam's tongue was magic, swirling and probing, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. He chuckled, the vibrations echoing through my body, making me gasp.
"Like that, do you?" he asked, his voice muffled against my flesh.
"Yes," I panted, my body squirming with need. "Please, Aslam, more."
He obliged, his tongue delving deeper, his hands gripping my ass, holding me in place. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.
Aslam seemed to sense my impending release, and he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate.
"No," I groaned, my body arching off the bed. "Please, don't stop."
Aslam chuckled, his fingers trailing up my spine, making me shiver. "All in good time, Shivam," he murmured. "I want to savor you, to draw this out."
He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest, as he poured some onto his fingers and slicked them up.
He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Ready, little one?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat.
He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of anticipation through me.
"Remember, you belong to me now, Shivam. Your body, your pleasure, they're all mine to command."
I whimpered, my body responding to his words, his tone.
I was his, completely and utterly. And I loved it.
Aslam pressed a finger against my entrance, circling it gently, teasingly. I pushed back against him, eager for more, but he held me firmly in place.
"Patience, little one," he reminded me, his voice a low growl. "We're doing this my way."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my frustration. His way was torture, sweet and delicious torture.
He slipped his finger inside me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. It burned, but it also felt incredible.
Aslam began to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I could feel my body opening up for him, my muscles relaxing, my breath coming in short gasps.
"More," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, his finger curling upwards, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"
I could only moan in response, my body writhing beneath him. He added another finger, stretching me further, filling me up.
I gasped at the sudden fullness, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Aslam's fingers moved in sync, scissoring and twisting, preparing me for what was to come.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Being filled by me."
I nodded, my breath coming in short pants. "Yes," I managed to choke out. "It feels amazing."
He hummed in satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, harder. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tensing, my cock leaking onto the sheets below me.
Aslam seemed to sense my impending release, and he slowed his fingers, drawing out my pleasure, making me beg for more.
"Please, Aslam," I gasped, my body writhing beneath him. "I'm so close."
He chuckled, his breath hot on my ear. "Not yet, little one. Not until I say so."
I whimpered, my body aching with need. He continued to tease me, his fingers moving in and out of me at a maddeningly slow pace, his other hand stroking my cock in time with his thrusts.
I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.
"Please, Aslam," I begged, my voice ragged. "I can't take much more."
He chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "You can take it, Shivam. You're stronger than you think."
With that, he increased the pace of his fingers, fucking me harder, deeper. I cried out, my body arching off the bed, my cock leaking onto the sheets below me.
Aslam's fingers were relentless, his pace punishing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Shivam," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you love being filled by me."
His words sent me spiraling over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. I screamed, my body convulsing, my cock pulsing as I came undone.
Aslam continued to move his fingers inside me, drawing out my orgasm, milking every last drop from me.
I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Aslam leaned down, his lips finding mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
"That was...incredible," I managed to mumble against his mouth.
He smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one."
He pulled away, his hands moving to his belt. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he unbuckled it, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock.
It was thick and hard, standing proud against his abdomen, a bead of precome glistening at the tip. I swallowed hard, my body already responding to the sight of him.
Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his hand wrapping around his length, stroking it slowly. "You like what you see, Shivam?"
He chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. Because this is what you'll be taking soon."
My stomach fluttered at his words, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me.
I had seen pictures of him, of course, but seeing him in person, so close, so real, was entirely different. He was even more handsome than I had imagined, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his intense eyes burning into mine.
Aslam stepped closer, his hand still stroking his cock, his gaze never leaving mine. "Do you know why I chose you, Shivam?"
I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "No."
He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Because you're innocent, Shivam. Pure. Unspoiled. I want to be the one to change that, to mold you into my perfect little toy."
His words should have offended me, should have made me recoil in disgust. But they didn't. Instead, they sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I liked the idea of belonging to him, of being his to command, his to use.
"And you're going to enjoy every minute of it, aren't you?" he continued, his voice low and confident.
"You're going to learn to crave my touch, my commands. You'll beg for my attention, my affection. And I'll give it to you, Shivam. In spades. But only when I choose to, only when you've earned it."
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to his words, his tone. I could feel my cock stirring, my heart pounding in my chest.
Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his hand moving faster along his length. "You like that idea, don't you?
Being my little toy, my plaything?" Aslam's voice was low, almost hypnotic, as he continued to stroke his cock, his gaze locked onto mine. Because I have so many plans for you, Shivam. Things we're going to explore together."
I felt a thrill of anticipation at his words, my body already aching for more.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Aslam's smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tantalizing kiss. "You're learning so quickly."
I blushed at his praise, my body squirming with pleasure. He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "But now, it's time for the main event, don't you think?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. Aslam released his cock, letting it bob heavily between his legs.
He grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my back with ease. I gasped, my body landing softly on the mattress. He loomed over me, his eyes dark and intense, his breath coming in short pants.
"Do you trust me, Shivam?" he asked, his voice low and serious.
I looked up at him, this man who had taken me in, who had shown me pleasures I never knew existed. Despite his dominance, his controlling nature, I found that I did trust him. Completely.
"Yes," I replied, my voice steady.
"I trust you, Aslam."
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, and he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming it, dominating it, as his hands roamed my body, squeezing and caressing my flesh.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless, our hearts pounding in sync. He reached for the lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. I watched, my body tingling with anticipation, as he slicked up his cock, his movements slow and deliberate.
He caught me staring and smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Like what you see, little one?" he teased, his voice low and husky.
I blushed, my gaze flicking away briefly before returning to his impressive length. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Aslam chuckled, his hand wrapping around his shaft, giving it a slow, tantalizing stroke.
"You're going to love having this inside you, Shivam. Stretching you, filling you up."
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to his words, his actions. I could feel my cock hardening, my breath coming in short pants.
Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Eager, aren't you?"
He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss.
"Are you ready, Shivam?"
Aslam smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He reached down, positioning himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat of him, the thickness of him, pressing against me, and I tensed slightly, my body instinctively trying to close up.
Aslam noticed my reaction and paused, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. "Relax, little one," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
"Breathe with me."
I focused on his face, his intense gaze, and tried to match my breaths with his. In and out, slow and steady. My body began to relax, my muscles unclenching.
Aslam smiled, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "That's it. Good boy."
The praise sent a warm flush through me, and I felt my body softening further. Aslam took advantage of my relaxation, pressing forward gently.
I gasped at the sudden pressure, my body tensing again. Aslam paused, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me.
His gaze was locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. "Breathe, Shivam," he reminded me, his voice low and calm.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of him inside me. It was strange, foreign, but not unpleasant. In fact, there was something about the fullness, the pressure, that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Aslam must have felt my body relax because he began to push forward again, inching deeper with each slow thrust.
I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets beneath me, as he filled me completely. He was big, bigger than anything I'd ever experienced, and it took a moment for my body to accommodate him.
"Fuck, you're tight," Aslam grunted, his voice strained. "So fucking tight."
I could only whimper in response, my body squirming beneath him as I adjusted to his size. He gave me a moment to get used to him, his body still as he allowed me to stretch around him.
Then, without warning, he began to move.
Slowly at first, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. He was gentle, careful, but the friction was intense, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.
"Oh god," I moaned, my body arching off the bed. "Aslam, that feels...that feels incredible." "I'm glad you like it, little one. But remember, this is just the beginning.
We're going to explore so much more together."
I could only nod, my body already writhing beneath him, my cock leaking onto my stomach. Aslam chuckled, his hips picking up speed, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "Always hungry for more."
I could only moan in response, my body arching to meet his thrusts, my fingers clawing at the sheets. Aslam's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his pace punishing.
I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, as he drove us both towards the edge.
"Touch yourself, Shivam," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Make yourself come while I fuck you."
I hesitated for a moment, my body tense with anticipation. Then, my hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it in time with Aslam's thrusts.
"Good boy," he praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
I moaned, my body squirming beneath him as I pleasured myself.
Aslam's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he increased his pace, slamming into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You look so fucking beautiful like this, Shivam. Taking my cock, stroking yourself. You're a natural, little one."
His words sent a thrill of pride through me, and I redoubled my efforts, my hand flying over my cock as I chased my orgasm.
Aslam's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his own release.
His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing as I came undone. White-hot pleasure exploded through me, my cock pulsing as I coated my stomach and chest with my release.
Aslam followed soon after, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he filled me with his own climax.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. Aslam eventually rolled off me, collapsing onto the bed beside me. He pulled me close, his arm wrapping around my waist, his hand resting possessively on my hip.
"That was..." I started, struggling to find the words to describe what had just happened.
"Incredible," Aslam finished for me, his voice soft.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip. "You were amazing, Shivam."
I blushed at his praise, snuggling closer to him. "You weren't so bad yourself," I teased, my voice barely above a whisper.
Aslam chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back. "Just wait until I show you what 'not so bad' really means," he murmured, his voice low and promising.
I shivered at the implication, my body already responding to his words.
Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his hand moving to squeeze my hip possessively.
"Already eager for more, little one?"
I blushed, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "Maybe," I mumbled, my voice muffled.
Aslam chuckled, his hand moving to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "There's no maybe about it, Shivam. Your body responds to me, to my touch, to my commands. And you love it."
I couldn't argue with him.
My body did respond to him, to his touch, to his commands. And I did love it. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he took control, the way he pushed me beyond my limits.
Aslam's hand moved from my chin, trailing down my neck, my chest, until it reached my still-hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a slow, tantalizing stroke.
"You're still hard, little one," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Does that mean you're ready for round two?"
I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
"Round two?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Already?"
Aslam chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous strokes. "Why not? We have all night, Shivam. And I intend to make the most of it."
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming it, dominating it, as his hand continued to work my cock, bringing it back to life.
I moaned into his mouth, my body squirming beneath him, eager for more.
Aslam pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "See, little one? Your body knows what it wants. And it wants me."
I could only nod, my breath coming in short pants. He was right. My body ached for him, craved his touch, his commands.
He released my cock, making me whimper at the loss of contact. He chuckled, his fingers trailing up my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Don't worry, Shivam.
I'll take care of you," Aslam murmured, his voice low and soothing. He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a damp cloth, cleaning me gently. I lay there, my body boneless, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.
Aslam disposed of the cloth and returned to my side, pulling me close. "Rest now, little one. You've had a big day."
I snuggled against him, my eyelids growing heavy. "What about you?" I mumbled, my voice sleepy.
"Don't you need to rest too?"
Aslam chuckled, his fingers playing with my hair. "I will, once you're asleep. I want to make sure you're taken care of first."
I yawned, my body already starting to drift off. "Okay," I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.
Aslam's hand continued to stroke my hair, his touch soothing and comforting. I felt safe, protected, in his arms. It was a strange feeling, one I hadn't experienced before. But I liked it. A lot.
That was the only word that came to mind as I woke up the next morning, my body deliciously sore in places I never knew existed. I stretched, wincing slightly at the ache in my muscles, and opened my eyes to find Aslam watching me, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Morning, little one," he greeted, his voice still gruff from sleep.
"Morning," I mumbled, my cheeks flushing at the memory of the previous night. "How are you feeling?"
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Fine.
Just...sore," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Aslam's smile widened, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to my lips.
"Good," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. "That means I did my job properly."
I blushed at his words, my body already responding to his nearness. He noticed my reaction and chuckled, his hand moving to cup my cheek.
"Always so eager, aren't you?" he teased, his thumb brushing against my skin.
I could only nod, my breath hitching in my throat.
Aslam's hand moved from my cheek, trailing down my neck, my chest, until it reached my already hardening cock.
"Looks like someone's ready for round two," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But...but what about breakfast?" I stammered, my mind still foggy from sleep. "Breakfast can wait.
I have other appetites to satisfy first." Aslam's voice was firm, brooking no argument. He pushed me back onto the bed, his body covering mine, his mouth descending on mine in a searing kiss. I melted into him, my body already aching for more of his touch.
He broke away, his eyes dark and intense. "I want you to suck me, Shivam. Show me how much you want me."
I hesitated for a moment, my inexperience showing. Aslam noticed and smirked, his hand cupping my chin.
"It's okay, little one. I'll guide you.
Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
I did as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest. Aslam smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he positioned himself above me, his cock hovering inches from my face.
"Lick me, Shivam. Taste yourself on me."
I tentatively stuck out my tongue, lapping at the head of his cock. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, a combination of both our releases from the night before. I gagged slightly, unused to the sensation, but Aslam's hand on my chin kept me in place.
He chuckled, his voice low and amused.
"Relax, little one. You can do this. Just breathe through your nose and focus on the feeling."
I took a deep breath, trying to follow his advice. Aslam's cock twitched against my tongue, and I realized he was enjoying this, enjoying my inexperience, my eagerness to please him.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice softening. "Now, wrap your lips around me and suck."
I did as I was told, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness.
Aslam groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided my head, setting a slow, steady pace.
"Use your tongue, Shivam," he instructed, his voice ragged. "Lick the underside, trace the veins."
I explored his length with my tongue, marveling at the texture, the heat of him. Aslam's groans grew louder, his grip on my hair tightening as I found a rhythm that pleased him.
"That's it, little one. Just like that.
Keep going, just like that," Aslam encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire. I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his cock throbbing against my tongue. I moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his length, causing him to groan loudly.
"Fuck, Shivam. You're a natural at this," he panted, his hips bucking slightly, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts. I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper, wanting to please him, to make him feel as good as he had made me feel the night before.
Aslam's fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me, controlling me, as I took him in and out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around his length.
"God, yes," he groaned, his hips moving in time with my mouth. "Just like that, little one. Take it all."
I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, my eyes watering. Aslam paused, giving me a moment to adjust, then slowly pulled back, allowing me to catch my breath.
He repeated this motion, each thrust going a little deeper, a little further, until he was fully sheathed in my mouth.
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, my lips stretched wide around his thickness. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, Shivam," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Taking my cock, submitting to me. You were made for this, little one.
To take my cock, to please me."
His words sent a thrill of pleasure through me, and I moaned around his length, my body squirming with desire. Aslam noticed my reaction and smirked, his hips picking up speed, his thrusts becoming more powerful.
"That's it, Shivam. Show me how much you love it. How much you love pleasing me."
I could only moan in response, my body arching off the bed, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
Aslam's grip on my hair tightened, his hips slamming into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. "Make yourself come while I fuck your mouth." He groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he watched me pleasure myself.
Show me how much you love sucking my cock."
I moaned, my body writhing as I stroked myself in time with his thrusts. The sight of him, his intense gaze, his powerful body, was enough to send me spiraling towards the edge.
"Come for me, Shivam," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Show me how much you love being my little slut." Aslam's voice was low, his words sending a thrill of pleasure through me. I moaned around his cock, my body squirming as I stroked myself faster, harder, chasing my orgasm. Come for me. Show me how much you love taking my cock."
I felt my body tense, my balls drawing up as I neared my release.
Aslam must have sensed my impending orgasm because he suddenly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping and bereft.
"No," I whimpered, my hand still working my cock. "Please, I was so close."
Aslam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I know, little one. But I want to watch you come undone. I want to see your face when you lose control."
He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wide.
I gasped, my body exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze. Aslam's eyes darkened as he took in my flushed skin, my hard cock, my eager expression.
"Look at you, little one," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "So ready for me. So desperate for my touch." I was desperate for him. Desperate for his touch, his commands, his dominance.
Aslam's hands moved from my thighs, trailing up my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.