The other n****e gets the same teasing treatment. I gently blow too, which will increase the itch in his hardened flesh. He will want the warmth of my mouth. Silently he begs for it. I make him wait a little longer and use rapid flicks of the tongue to drive his need. Then I suck and he exhales in a sigh. Then the suck turns to a gentle nip, the flesh held between top and bottom teeth and tugged just a little. He breathes a profanity to show how much he likes it. He seems to taste of iron, of blood. This vulnerable little morsel at my mercy could have the red cloud forming and I need to fight this before I lose myself.
“Go on your knees,” I tell him.
His eyes open. The expression is serious now, the habitual leer gone. He knows this is more than idle role play. Down he sinks to bring hi
