Dark desires

CHAPTER SIX: PLAY BUDDY

Sai's POV

After spending the last hours torturing my ears, I returned to my mansion. On the way, I asked someone to look up Nut-not that it was stalking, but I'd grown curious about what he was doing when he wasn't in the country. What I found out quickly piqued my interest even more.

Since he left the country, he hadn't been in a stable relationship-just the occasional one-night stand. He lived very low-profile, and what made me happiest was that he was open to dating both genders. That was a plus for me; I wouldn't want to fall for a straight guy.

This was by far the most interest I'd ever taken in any of my f**k buddies. Normally, I'd just go out and get what I needed, and few people dared to tell me no. Lately, that had gotten boring.

When I got home, my maid greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hemmawich."

"Afternoon, Sammy," I replied.

Sammy had worked for us since her childhood. Her mother had served my family years ago, and after she died, Sammy stayed with us. Now, she was practically family.

I was about to go upstairs when Sammy called out to me, her voice hesitant.

"Mr. Hemmawich, you have a guest."

I could tell she was scared. Whenever I return from work, I demand that no one be allowed inside, so I usually get irritated when this rule is broken. But I knew few people would dare disobey except maybe my family. And even they knew better than to trespass on my privacy.

"I... I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen," Sammy stammered. "He said I wouldn't be punished and that you wanted to see him."

"It's fine. Go back to your work," I said.

I wanted to see who was brave enough to defy me. When I walked into the living room, lo and behold, it was the last person I wanted to see today.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded harshly. "I told you to always warn me before coming. This isn't your house

He turned toward me, instantly standing up and brushing against my side.

"But baby, we haven't seen each other in two weeks," he whined, trying to hug me. "I hoped you'd call me, but you didn't."

My expression darkened, and he recognized the warning-but he still persisted, sliding his hand under my shirt.

"Don't you miss me?" he murmured. "Don't you miss the fun we had? I know you didn't dislike it. I can make you feel good again."

His hands lingered on my skin, and damn, if there was one thing he was good at, it was taking d**k in his mouth.

Repulsed, I grabbed his wrist and shoved him away.

"Pon, don't push your luck," I warned, locking eyes with him. "Just because I've known you a long time doesn't mean I won't put a gun in your mouth."

I gripped his face, forcing him to look at me. "The only thing this pretty little mouth of yours is good for is sucking d**k-and you're really good at that."

I released him and dropped onto the sofa, spreading my arms and leaning back.

"You want me to feel good? Then come and do it."

He hesitated for a few seconds before slowly sinking to his knees. I watched as he fumbled with my belt buckle.

"How long are you going to take?" I taunted.

After a brief struggle teeth only just no undid my pants with his ed his hair brown again he was always changing it.)

Once my briefs were pulled down, my d**k was still limp.

"You said you'd make me excited," I sneered. "I'm still waiting."

He glanced up at me before taking me into his mouth.

His pace was too slow, so I grabbed his hair and forced him to move faster. My thrusts hit the back of his throat, and as pleasure built, I imagined Nut's face instead of his. The thought made me come instantly.

I didn't stop. I yanked him onto the couch, tilting his head back. All I could see now was Nut's face-how badly I wanted to f**k that pretty mouth, those luscious lips.

I pounded into Pon's throat, feeling every gag, every desperate scratch of his nails on my ass.

"Fuck."

When I came again, filling his mouth, reality snapped back. I stood, watching as Pon lay there helplessly, my c*m dripping down his chin.

"Get out after you clean up,"I ordered, fastening my pants.

"Is this how you treat me after f*****g my face like that?" he spat, standing up. "Do you think I'm a w***e? Plenty of people want me, yet you treat me like trash!"

I could see his anger, but was it my fault he meant nothing to me beyond a warm hole?

"I've told you before-nothing you do will make me want to date you, " I said coldly. "To me, we're just f**k buddies. If you want more, the door's wide open."

I stepped closer.

"You keep forgetting the only thing you're good for is spreading your legs. Now clean up and get out. Don't make me repeat myself."

I turned and left. He might be brave, but he knew I meant what I said. We'd been through this before-he'd come crawling back eventually.

Ugh, I'll have to ban him from entering when I'm not around.

Then it hit me-what the f**k was I thinking, imagining Nut's face while Pon sucked me off?

Things were getting serious.

I sat on my bed, running my fingers through my hair, and smirked.

"Interesting."