He’d come from sucking me. He was a professional, though I didn’t think he’d been at it long, but rather than stay distant, rather than treat this like any other job, he’d enjoyed it, and so had I. I’d been intoxicated by the way his mouth felt around my cock and the pleasure of watching him struggle to take all of me. And feeling him relax into me and surrender—that was fucking heaven.
I ran my thumb over his lower lip, which was still slick with spit and cum, then brought it to my mouth and licked it off. Henri sucked in his breath. He watched me, still seeming dazed, still bent over me like he was ready for more.
“I cleaned you up. Now you clean me,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate. He licked the head of my cock, cleaning up all the cum that had dripped from the slit. I grew hard again under the onslaught of licks and sucks and then—fuck me—kisses.
I couldn’t think clearly with his mouth on me. I knew I needed to have him checked out before making a firm decision about what to do with him. I’d bring him home for the night and decide how to proceed from there.
“You’re coming home with me,” I said.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you in a bed. You’ll come home with me and stay until at least noon.”
“I…” He shook his head. “I don’t think…”
“If you stay with me, I’ll pay you two thousand dollars for your time.” I was sure I could get him to stay for less. I could get him to stay for free if I wanted to because he was mine. I could make him my prisoner as easily as my employee, but I was feeling generous.
He sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at me for a few moments. “You’re kidding.”
“I don’t joke about money.”
“Neither do I.
I wanted to ask him how he’d ended up on the street. He didn’t belong there. Did he owe someone money? How much? I kept the questions to myself. I was uncomfortable enough with the softness I’d already shown. “One more stipulation.”
He frowned. “What?”
“You use the money to get off the street.”
Since when was I in the business of reforming rent boys? My family ran a number of brothels, but we took care of our girls and boys. They had medical care, security, luxurious rooms at their disposal. I wasn’t going to offer Henri a job there, though, because I didn’t want anyone else touching him, and I didn’t give a fuck if that was irrational.
I tucked my still-hard cock back into my pants and zipped up. Henri shifted so he was sitting up in the seat properly. He twisted his hands together and gazed out the window. “I want this to be real.”
I frowned. “It is.”
He shook his head. “Gorgeous men like you don’t… What you’re offering is a fantasy, a fairy tale.”
“I’m not much of a fairy godmother, that’s true, so let me put it this way. I like you. I enjoyed using your mouth, and I’m not ready to let you go. You’re going to come home with me, and if you do as I say, you can make a lot of money. Turning me down isn’t an option.”
I could practically hear him thinking. He was debating whether to run. “Don’t even think about trying to escape.” I pointed out the window. “See that car?”
He looked in the direction I indicated and nodded.
“The two men in there work for me. If you run, they’ll catch you and then the evening might be rougher.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
“If you weren’t considering your options for escape, you’d be stupid, and I think you’re very smart.”
“You want me to be afraid.”
I took hold of his wrist and rubbed my thumb back and forth over where the pulse beat rapidly there. “I want you aware of what I can do to you, of the power I have over you. I like that I scare you because then, when you surrender, when you submit yourself to me, I’ll know how hard it was for you to dismiss your fear and let me give you what your body wants.”
I nipped at his wrist and sucked the fragile skin. He squirmed against the seat, but I wasn’t sure if he wanted to get away or wanted to demand more.
4
Henri
He might as well have been licking my cock instead of my wrist; the feeling of his mouth on me was so erotic. When he let me go, my breathing was ragged, and I felt dizzy. I was glad I wasn’t on my feet. As it was, I had to lean back against the seat.
He smiled at me, looking like a lion ready for a meal. “You’re going to enjoy tonight. Running would be foolish when you can feel that kind of pleasure with me.”