To Love And To Own

Drink It!

Somchai;

Watching him lose control like this. Shaking like a victim of electrocution. This is a type of electrocution, though.

Only if he knows how much I want to be inside him too. But I can't risk it. Phet is a free bird. He likes one-night stands when I am not around to f**k him. Most times he remembers to use protection, but sometimes he slips off. After the last Infection we had thanks to him, I stopped giving him blow jobs, I stopped licking his ass and I stopped f*****g him raw.

To be candid, he stopped doing one-night stands too, or so he claimed, but I don't want to risk it. So, no matter how much he begs, this is the best I can offer him. And he knows it.

I move close to him and hold his vibrating body to mine. He places his head on my shoulders and begs me more as he grinds against me in desperation.

I grab his hair and bring his face off my shoulders before grabbing at his lips, going for a rough kiss. As I kiss him with one hand in his hair, I push him to the wall. I remove my hand from his air and slide it down his head till I get to his neck. I grab his neck and pin him to the wall, slightly choking him.

After securing him like that, I stare into his dazed eyes and let his sweet moans and whimpers wash over me. I feel my arousal aggravated.

I want to do more, give him more pain, but we have an outing, and we have wasted so much time already.

So I use my second hand to drag the elastic c**k choker attached to his butt plug. I slip it over his engorged c**k, and he hisses due to the pain and pressure. I see his eyes get darker. It is enough to set me on edge.

After releasing his c**k, I start wanking him, but it's not convenient with the way he is, so I release his neck and uncuff one of his hands.

“Help yourself.” I whisper to him.

He rolls his eyes at me, but obliges. I chuckle, then grab his neck and start choking him again.

We are both wanking our d***s and staring into each other's eyes.

I don't even have to look into his eyes. It's the way he looks when in the trudge of pleasure that drives me mad.

His breathing, uneven, his eyes dark and alluring, his Adam's apple going up and down as he breathes heavily, his shimmering skin covered in sweats, his slightly parted pink lips, his front canines peeking out of his mouth and the sounds escaping from it.

The more I focus on his looks and sound, the closer I get to my release and I need to hurry because if he cums before me, it will take me longer to c*m since I am not f*****g him. So, when I see that he is almost there, I push his hands away and grab his d**k. I squeeze it to prevent his release and vigorously wank myself.

Phet bites into my neck as he goes through the sensations of nearly cuming without semen.

I groan and wank myself harder. Just as I am about to c*m, I release his d**k.

“c*m for me.”

I wank myself faster as I watch him resume jacking off.

He grunts and jerks as he spurts his load all over me.

I follow immediately.

We hold on to each other until we are done. Then I carry him, bride-style, to the jacuzzi he hardly uses and settle him inside it before bringing over the shower holes since it's long enough.

Even though he hates being treated like a sissy, he is too weak to complain.

“Don't sleep off Phet. You are still going out with me tonight.” I remind him because he is already drowsy.

“Mm mm” is all the answer I get.

Even the cold water I open on his head isn't enough to make him open his eyes.

To Augusta:

[Hey! What's up with the silence? You are ignoring my messages?

Did I do something wrong?

Whatever…

I said we are going to Lambert tonight. What should I wear?

Reply or never talk to me again.]

Phet:

Whatever meeting he is going for will not start until 11 pm, so why is he on my neck, making me hurry like this?

Okay, so he later gave me everything I wanted. So, what?

After good s*x, shouldn't a baby boy be allowed to sleep? If looks could kill, Somchai would die tonight because I have been shooting him daggers since he forced me to wake up by stuffing his aromatherapy inhaler into my nostrils while I was slipping into dreamland.

All it took was one inhale and I am fully awake. But God knows, if left for just 5 mins, I will slip back into lala-land. My brain is alive, but my eyes are not. They are heavy.

Now I have to worry about what to wear. Sent a message to Augusta ions ago for recommendations, but she is yet to read it.

I am standing in front of my wardrobe, blankly staring at all these attires, but I am not processing anything.

Then my nose picks up the aroma of coffee as it wraps around my head.

“Kinkinkin”

Somchai hits a spoon against a cup of coffee.

I know he is arriving behind me as he had promised to make me a cup, so I can wake up properly, but I am disgruntled, and I would rather not look at him. Right now, apart from wanting to sleep, other thoughts are clashing in my head and making my mood dark.

Despite promising Somchai that I will stop doing one-night stands and sticking to it for more than 2 years now, he is yet to trust me enough to take me without protection. I really shouldn't be angry about this because the last infection we had cost him a baby. His wife caught it too, and it somehow led to a miscarriage. Knowing how much hurt I brought to his home just because I couldn't keep my stuff in check, I shouldn't be angry, right? But I am. Does that make me a bad person? It's been two years, though…

Whatever…

Then there is Augusta, my best friend. I have been trying to contact her since early in the evening, but my calls are being ignored and my texts are unread. This only happens when she is working at the studio. But just like myself, she shouldn't be at the studio because her fiancé is around.

Then, there is the group project we did in school. I am supposed to do the finishing touches today as my contribution to the project, but Somchai is insisting that I follow him to this business meeting at Lambert as a c**k blocker. Why will a grown man need me to help him chase the flies? A complete waste of my time.

“Here. Drink up, it's not hot.”

I take the cup from him and frown.

“Why is it dark?”

I am not a coffee person and if I have to take it, I use heavy cream and lots of sweeteners. I can't drink this.

“Drink it. It will help you stay awake.”

“It is bitter. I…”

“Drink it!” Somchai orders in a stern, I-brook-no-argument voice.

“Yes sir.” I mutter reluctantly, then gulp down the warm coffee before twisting my face into ugliness.

Dang! There is nothing good about coffee apart from its aroma. He didn't even add sugar!

Arrrrgh!