Master’s phone rang while I had his dick in my mouth. It took just a minute to figure out it was work on the phone so I slowed down a bit so I wouldn’t interrupt his thought process.
Because, you know, I can’t think past my crotch when he’s got his mouth on me so I assumed….
When the call went on and on and he started rattling off part-number-this and hydraulic-that I decided it’d be best if I just found something else to do so he could concentrate. That ‘something else’ was popping his dick out of my mouth and plucking stray pubes off my tongue. (Srsly. He needs a hairnet or somethin’.)
Without so much as a hitch in his breath or a pause in the conversation, his face twisted, his eyes narrowed and he snatched me up by the back of the head and ground my face back against his cock. A few quick hard thrusts down my throat and I got the wordless message he was sending: Did I tell you to stop, cunt?
He, apparently, can multitask just fine. And I am not to decide he can’t.
I couldn’t help but think of what I wrote yesterday about ownership and doing what he does to keep it real. It’s just that simple and that easy. No fuss.
It’s not always about being a hardass. I mean, when he sent me out to make coffee, he let me wipe the cum off my chin and everything.