Page 31 of Scavenger's Oath

He eyes it hungrily, forgetting I asked a question.

My hand snaps out and fists his messy blonde hair. “Don’t we?” I bark.

His eyes find mine again, full of submission now. “Yes Sir,” he breathes.

Wasting no time, I plunge into his mouth, groaning despite myself as his warm mouth wraps around me like he never forgot how to worship me.

He licks up my shaft, slow and practiced before hollowing his cheeks and sucking as if he’s been starving for this.

But I’m still too heated to let him enjoy this.

This isn’t a reward.

This is punishment.

And I’m going to make sure he feels it.

Gripping his hair with both hands, I push deeper until I hit the back of his throat, and I hear him gag.

“Open for me and let me punish that throat. Show me how sorry you are, my little maniac,” I growl, giving him a second to choose.

He eagerly readjusts his tongue, opening his throat for me to reach deeper. I push in, his tight throat squeezing the head of my cock before pulling back slightly and thrusting in harder.

My fingers twitch in his hair and I have to focus on keeping my grip tight.Good god—Myles always did know how to make my knees weak.

I fuck his throat, expelling all my frustration on him. He takes it as if he’s only been escalating to bring out this side of me.

Feeling his throat constrict around my crown as he sucks me with passion makes my head swim.

“Mmmh, good boy,” I hum.

Thrusting in again, slower this time but deeper, he swallows me down, eyes closed with pleasure like memories are washing over both of us.

I’ve missed seeing him like this. Sensations build in the base of my spine as I watch him.

This was meant to be a punishment. But it’s been a while since I felt the ecstasy of his mouth. And fuck… my resolve is crumbling.

“Just needed reminding, didn’t you?” I pant as I thrust in and out of his tight, wet throat, trying desperately to keep control long enough.

His eyes open and find mine. Half-lidded with ecstasy asI dominate him.

Fuck, that look in his eyes. As if I’m the only one he wants. It undoes me.

Myles moans in response, the vibrations causing my breath to catch as my balls tighten. His eyes flash with satisfaction and I can almost see the brattiness shining through.

Then he reaches for his cock, rubbing himself through his pants.

I bat his hand away. “This isn’t for you. Only good boys get to come,” I reprimand. “Just because you’re behaving now doesn’t mean I forgot how you’ve been acting all week.”

He whimpers, raw with frustration, eyes pleading. Good. I love it when he begs.

It’s hard to deny him when we both want the same thing, but he needs this lesson before he goes completely off the rails.

My breath comes out in short puffs as I pull his face harder onto my cock, ready to explode.

Myles knows me well enough to see I’m teetering on the edge.

Like the brat he is, his hands slide up the back of my thighs, using his hold to bury my cock even further down his throat. Swallowing every last inch, he pours every filthy, desperate ounce of regret and need into it.