Page 13 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

“We really need to feed you more,” Dominic said, pressing the meager fat over Austin’s underfed belly.

“I could eat,” Austin replied breathlessly. “I mean, you could feed me. Uh, your dick. Shit, that was supposed to be a good line. I fucked it up. You’re ruining me, man. I mean, sir.”

Dominic chuckled. Austin’s eyes got even bigger, and Dominic wondered if he’d ever heard Dominic laugh before. Not like that, definitely. Soft and fond in ways Dominic tried to keep behind his teeth.

“You’re being so good for me, Austin. And you’ve been waiting for it for a while, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Austin said. “The whole time, sir. You could’ve had me anytime. Just had to—to ask.”

He stumbled over the last few words. Still nervous, Dominic noticed. Either he really didn’t do this much, or it affected him so much he got shy about it. Either option made Dominic want to fuck him until he cried.

“Back on the cushion,” Dominic said.

Austin dropped to his knees so fast Dominic worried about his joints. But there was no pain in his face as he looked up at Dominic eagerly. Waiting for permission, Dominic realized with an absurd rush of affection.

“Good,” Dominic said. “Now suck. Soft, like I told you to. And don’t go deeper until I say.”

Austin swayed in and took him back into his mouth. Dominic wanted to tip his head back and bask in the glorious suction, but he forced himself to keep watching. Austin was obviously struggling to hold himself back from taking more, but he was doing it. His hips twitched, grinding up against nothing. He reached up like he was going to fist the length he wasn’t allowed to fit in his mouth.

“Hands on your thighs,” Dominic said. “Keep them there.”

Austin whined around him. His hands dropped to his thighs.

“Good,” Dominic repeated. “Now, how deep can you take me?”

He dragged Austin off, feeling the pull as Austin attempted to sway back in toward his cock.

“I can take all of you,” Austin said.

Dominic hummed. “Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you can’t. There’s a lot to take.”

“I can do it,” Austin insisted. “I promise. You can fuck my throat if you want. I love it. Nobody tries it, they think I’ll be pissed at them. Even when I ask.”

“Do you ask much?”

“Sometimes,” Austin admitted. “Easier to just… go with what they expect.”

He squirmed uncomfortably on the pillow. Getting in his head, Dominic knew. That wouldn’t do.

He tightened his grip on Austin’s hair, watching his mouth fall open on a gasp.

“You don’t have to worry about that here,” Dominic told him. “You just need to do what I say.”

Austin nodded, the movement restricted by how hard Dominic was holding his hair. Dominic was pretty sure he only did it to feel the pressure.

“I’m giving you something you want,” Dominic continued. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Austin blurted. Not even a smart comment like Dominic had been expecting. He was sinking deeper; Dominic could see it. He just had to stop interrupting it and let Austin fall properly.

“Good,” Dominic said. “Open your mouth. Keep it relaxed.”

Austin did. Dominic took a moment to rub his thumb over Austin’s lower lip, reminded about all the times he’d fantasized about this very scenario. Then he took his cock and pushed it inside Austin’s waiting mouth, all the way to the back of his throat.

Austin choked. Just for a moment. Then his throat relaxed, and Dominic slid into that impossibly tight heat.

“Perfect,” Dominic sighed. He pulled out again, rubbing his cockhead around Austin’s velvety cheeks to give him a chance to breathe. Then he thrust back into his throat, starting up a slow, deep rhythm that made sure he wouldn’t blow too early.

Austin groaned, the noise vibrating around Dominic’s shaft. The living room filled with slick noises as Dominic took his throat again and again, watching Austin’s face become redder and redder. Despite the obvious effort Austin was employing, he was only getting more relaxed with each thrust. His shoulders dropped, his eyelids fluttering. Perfectly content to sit there and let Dominic use him.