Page 46 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Exactly. Non-verbal commands are essential for when you can’t speak.”

“I’m not gonna be blowing you that much,” Tom scoffed.

“There’s also gags and other toys to consider,” Cypress pointed out. “Depending on how far you want to go, there are a variety of situations where you wouldn’t be able to speak.”

“And how far are we going?” Tom asked, his pulse picking up. He hadn’t had enough wine yet to be this lightheaded, and he could only blame the feeling on present company.

“Tonight,” Cypress began thoughtfully, “I’m going to spank you. I’m going to take you right to the edge again and again, but I won’t let you come. You’re going to wait until I tell you to.

“You’ll get yourself ready for me. I want to watch you touch yourself, stretching open your hole for my cock. Then I’ll fuck you. Hard as I can. If you’ve been a good boy, I’ll let you come after I do.”

Tom had brought his glass up to his lips but hadn’t been able to take a single drink, hypnotized by Cypress’s filthy mouth.

“How does that sound?” Cypress asked coyly, tipping his glass back and polishing it off.

“Good.” Tom could feel his cock already starting to chub inside his scrubs, and his skin felt prickly. “Really good.”

“We need to choose a safe word,” Cypress said. “It needs to be something you would never say during sex, something unique.”

“Calvarium clamp.”

“Is that…?” Cypress laughed. “Is that something for embalming?”

“Yes.” Tom grinned. “It’s for reattaching the skull cap, the calvarium, after someone’s been autopsied.”

“That is fascinating,” Cypress said earnestly, “and definitely a conversation we will be having later.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for getting excited about something you love,” Cypress warned, holding Tom’s chin firmly. “Your passion is one of my favorite things about you.”

“O-okay,” Tom said with a shaky smile.

“Now, go take a shower, and I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

“I smell like formaldehyde, don’t I?”

“Let’s just say I like your new cologne better,” Cypress said with a chuckle. “Go on.”

Tom chugged his wine and was ready to bolt to the shower, but Cypress caught his arm when he stood up. “What?”

Cypress gently pulled, catching Tom in a sweet kiss. It was slow, warm, and Cypress slid his tongue over to mingle with Tom’s. Tom almost fell, his head reeling from the intensity. He’d never felt so much from a kiss, and he was nearly panting when Cypress finally broke away.

“Go,” Cypress murmured, chuckling softly, “before I try to fuck you right here.”

Tom turned to leave, yelping when Cypress swung out to pop his ass. “Hey!”

Mister Doodles suddenly growled, yipping ferociously at Cypress.

“Whoa, easy, girl.” Cypress held his hands up while she continued to snarl at him. “Just playing around. Promise.”

“Aww, thank you, Mister Doodles,” Tom cooed, reaching back over to ruffle the top of her head. “Look at you, protecting your Daddy from the mean, mean man.”

“The mean, mean man who’s gonna be tearin’ up that ass in a minute!” Cypress called out as Tom retreated to the bathroom.

Tom had never showered so fast in his life, leaving his scrubs on the floor in a heap and bathing in an excited rush. His cock was already half-hard, his blood racing from what was about to happen.

All the stress from the day was melting away, lost down the drain with the suds from his shampoo. He took a deep breath, willed his cock to behave, and stepped out to dry off.