When he’s right in front of me, he stays there, looking up and waiting for my next ask. I smile, smug and bold, and lift his chin with the curve of my finger. “That’s a very good boy, Riley.” He blushes a furious shade of red. He opens his mouth to try to stammer out a response, but nothing comes except another whimper, louder, more desperate, and it’s fuel to the fire. “You’re going to watch,” I tell him. “When I’m close, I want you to eat me out. Can you do that?” “It would be an honor.”
