Chapter 3: Chapter 3
The pressure of his foot against your mouth was absolute. The command, laced with dark amusement, bypassed your brain and went straight to your spine. Lick between my toes, boy. Your tongue moved on instinct, a desperate, wet muscle seeking approval.
You obeyed, leaning forward until your nose was buried in the warm, intimate space between his first and second toe. The scent was concentrated here, musky and deeply personal. Your tongue probed, a slow, deliberate stroke through the valley of skin. It was salty, clean, and utterly degrading. A low whimper vibrated in your throat, swallowed by the flesh of his foot.
“That’s it,” Jake rumbled from above, his voice a dark caress. “Get it all. Show me how good you can be.”
You lost yourself in the task, your world narrowing to the topography of his foot. You licked and suckled, tracing the long, elegant lines, cleaning the dust of the day from his skin with a devotion that felt both shocking and inevitable. This was what your smart mouth was for. This was its true purpose. To serve. To worship.
A sharp, stinging slap landed on your ass cheek, making you jolt and cry out against his skin.
“Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his tone dangerously calm.
“N-no, Sir,” you stammered, your voice muffled.
“Then don’t.” His hand delivered another sharp smack, then another, painting your pale skin with a warm, blooming heat. The pain was a bright, clarifying fire, burning away the last shreds of your ego. Each slap pushed you deeper into the headspace he had created for you, a place where only his pleasure mattered.
He finally pulled his foot away, leaving you panting, your lips swollen and wet. He looked down at your work, at the glistening sheen on his skin. “Adequate.” The single word was both a dismissal and a reward.