Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM

The world narrowed to the space between me and him. The plush rug under my feet, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the whiskey, the intense, unwavering gaze that held me captive. My mind was screaming at me to run, to get out, but my body was a traitor, humming with a sick, illicit excitement.

I sank to my knees, the movements slow and deliberate, as if I were moving through water. The fabric of my shirt made sounds against my skin. I kept my eyes on him, watching as his own eyes darkened, as a muscle tightened in his jaw. He liked this. He liked my submission.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble. “So much better in person.”

He set his glass down on a nearby table and closed the distance between us. He stopped directly in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He didn’t touch me, not yet. He just looked down, his gaze a physical weight.

“Open your shirt,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”

My hands, which had been resting on my thighs, moved to the last few buttons. I shrugged the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Now I was completely bare from the waist up, kneeling before him in the dimly lit room.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and the word, coming from him, felt like both a compliment and a brand. He finally reached out, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb stroking my lower lip. “You have no idea what you do to me, Julian. What you could do for me.”

He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You’re a smart boy. You understand power, I think. You have it, in your beauty, your talent. And I have it, in my influence, my resources. Together, we could be very… productive.”

His other hand went to his belt. The sound of it unbuckling was like a gunshot in the quiet room. My breath hitched. This was really happening. Here. Now. With Leo just a few hundred feet away.

“But power,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he freed himself from his trousers, “requires a demonstration. A reminder of who holds the reins.”

He was hard. Thick and imposing. He guided himself to my lips, the velvety head of his cock brushing against them. The gesture was both a question and a command.

“Show me,” he said softly. “Show me how badly you want to keep your secrets.”

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him, clean and slightly salty, filled my senses. I heard him hiss in a sharp breath, his hand tangling in my hair, gripping it tight. The pain was a grounding force, a sharp contrast to the dizzying whirl of my submission.

I’d done this before, of course, but never like this. Never with the stakes so high, with this potent mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. I focused on the task, on pleasing him, on ending this as quickly as possible. I used my tongue, my lips, my hand, working him with a desperate intensity.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice strained.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him as I took him deeper. The sight of him—head thrown back, his face a mask of pleasure, his control finally fracturing sent a surge of power through me. I was the one on my knees, but in that moment, I was the one making him lose control.

“Fuck, Julian,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward gently. “Just like that.”

He set the pace, his hand in my hair guiding me, and I let him. I let him use my mouth, my body, for his pleasure. And the most fucked up part? I was hard as a rock, aching with a need that was both humiliating and overwhelming.

Just as I felt him begin to tense, just as I knew he was close, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room.

“Julian? Are you in there? It’s Leo. I wanted to check on you. You have taken up so much time. Are you up for some quicke”

I froze, Alistair’s cock still in my mouth. My eyes flew wide with panic. Alistair’s grip on my hair tightened, almost painfully, but his voice, when he spoke, was as calm and collected as ever.

“Not really, I will be out very soon,” he called out, his voice betraying nothing. ‘’I’m abit green around the gills. But go back to the hall. I’ll be out before you know it.”

“Ouch. That hurts. I though you would be happy to give me a blowjob. Well, you better be out in a minute if not i’m breaking that door to come get you,” Leo’s voice replied, muffled by the heavy door.

“Will do,” I said.

We listened to the sound of Leo’s footsteps retreating. Only then did I relax and did Alistair let out a slow breath, looking down at me. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

“Well now,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. “That was… exciting, wasn’t it?”