Page 44 of Burden of Proof

“I think it’s hot,” I told him. “You can basically come on command. You could make a killing if you wanted to get into making videos.”

“It’s fine that you do, but I don’t think that’s for me,” he said, the pink on his cheeks spreading down to his throat.

“It’s not for everyone,” I agreed. “Just like power exchange.”

“This was…this was hardly that,” he said, scratching absentmindedly at his hairline.

“I got on my knees for you, and you fucked my face, Hunter. I called you Sir…more than once. How is that not a power exchange?”

He shot me a scathing look and realization dawned on me. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You weren’t lying when you said it was role play before. All you’ve got is vibes and what you’ve seen in bad movies, isn’t it?”

“Well, when you put it like that.”

Hunter pushed onto his feet, but I managed to catch him by the ankle before he could get too far. Grabbing him twisted me onto my stomach, which smeared cum across the gorgeous wood planks of his floor, the friction against my shaft enough to make me wince. He noticed the change, stopping before he dragged me any farther across the floor. Shifting back onto my knees, we both looked down at the streaks of cum I’d left on the wood.

“Do you want to see how it works?” I asked him. “How it could be?”

“What do you mean?”

His pants were still around his ankles.

“Get on your knees, Hunter,” I said carefully, voice low.

As he sank down to the floor, I rose to my feet. The shift in control was almost electric, arcing between us as we traded places.

“God,” I murmured, flexing my hands at my sides. “You look good down there.”

He laughed nervously. “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”

“You can put them on your thighs, palms up, or you can thread your fingers together behind your head.”

“Which do you prefer?” he asked softly.

“Behind your head.”

Slowly, he raised his arms and tangled his fingers together at the back of his head. The position caused his biceps to flex and his shoulders to swell. He looked so fucking delicious down there, pupils still shot and lips half parted.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Not sure.”

I hummed, taking a step backward. “I made a mess on your floor, Hunter.”

He blinked down at the white puddles on his floor, then up at me.

God, he had a perfect mouth. He looked so fucking pretty on his knees.

“You did,” he rasped.

“You should clean it up.”

He exhaled and it sounded a little bit like a groan and then slowly, so fucking slowly, he untangled his hands from behind his head, flattened them against his own floor and lowered himself down until his chest pressed against the planks.

“Go on,” I coaxed, and then with his back arched and his ass in the air, Hunter stuck out his tongue and licked my cum off his floor.