Page 90 of Praising Haru

“Yeah, ’cause that took hours. I might have sprained my index finger from clicking the mouse so many times.”

Kyle laughs.

“Seriously, relax. I’ll do the washing up.”

He throws his hands up. “Fine. If my gorgeous boy is in the mood to spoil me, why should I argue?”

He cuddles me from behind, kisses my neck, and tells me how good I am while I wash up. I could get used to this. Except I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I want to. When I’m done, we sit on the sofa. I snuggle against his side with my head on his shoulder and stroke my fingers over his firm muscles. I kiss his skin, which tastes fresh and clean.

He wraps his arm around me. “Have I told you how stunning you are today?”

“You tell me every day.”

“But have I told you today?”

He’s called me gorgeous and beautiful several times. “Yes, you have, Sir.”

He buries his face in my hair and inhales. “Fuck, I adore you, beautiful.” Why do those words feel like they have more weight now? Is it the tremor in his voice or the way he held me tighter as he spoke?

“I—” My tongue ties itself in knots. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

“I made you a promise earlier, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“What promise did I make?”

“You said if I were good, you’d worship my cock and hole and let me come.” Not that I’ve memorised that text message or anything. Nope. Not me.

“Were you good?”

“You know I was. I sent six emails.”

“But did you touch yourself? I know I made you hard earlier.”

“I was good.” Am I whining? I flutter my lashes. “Don’t you believe me, Sir?” I straddle his lap, facing him, and caress his bare chest with my hands. It’s completely unfair that I’m fully dressed while he’s naked. “My cock belongs to you. Why would I touch it without permission?” I peck his lips.

He pushes my top up and tickles his fingers over the small of my back.

“My orgasms belong to you. I haven’t jacked off once since you told me that. I wait for you, Sir. The only time I touch myself is when I’m washing. You want me to be clean for you, don’t you, Sir?”

“Fuck.” His cock plumps. “Keep talking like that, beautiful. You’ll have me standing to attention in no time.”

Why am I still dressed? “I’ve been looking forward to my reward all afternoon. I need you so bad, Sir. Need your naked cock in my arse or in my mouth, right fucking now.” I slam my mouth over his but yield the second his tongue swipes across my lips.

He pulls me against him, sandwiching his rock-hard cock between us. He’s probably smearing pre-cum over my top. Not that I care.

“Our toys came.” He circles my wrists with his hands and holds my arms behind my back, stretching my shoulders. “Do you want to try the cuffs tonight?”

“Is grass green?”

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” He releases my wrists, cups my arse cheeks, and stands.

I wrap my arms and legs around him. I adore how tall and strong he is and how easily he can carry me. It’s as if I weigh nothing.

He puts me down at the foot of his bed and turns me around. I gasp. He’s got everything ready. The cuffs are looped under the mattress, ready to restrain me. The blindfold and ball gag lie on the pillow. A bottle of lube stands next to a box of condoms on his bedside table. The lighting is low.

“Condoms—I thought—?” I turn and give him a questioning stare.