Lucien was still sucking intensely when he was abruptly pulled up by the man. Lucien looked bewildered, his lips still wet and sticky, a silver thread of saliva lingering on his chin. He sat on Dominic's lap, feeling the rigid manhood brushing against his cleft through the thin fabric of his underwear.
"What is wrong? Did I not do a good job?"
"You did." Dominic Vance bent down to kiss the sapphire pendant resting on Lucien's collarbone: "But I do not want to finish so quickly."
Lucien silently cursed in his mind.
If he wanted to fuck, he should just say it straight, why bother making up excuses.
Lucien was not entirely surprised either, he had already accepted that he would absolutely not escape Dominic Vance's clutches today.
Before long, he was pressed down onto the bed by the man. His clothes had been discarded long ago, making him look no different from a delicious piece of bait served on a silver platter, inviting the man to feast.
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