He doesn´t need to ask who´s responsible, Whitaker being the only one who would even dare to eat there. It seems he´s taken to weaponizing Robby´s admitted favouritism against him.
Robby can´t have the boy getting disobedient.
"Whitaker" he barks, making the boy whip around. "we´ve had this discussion, haven´t we?" he questions, making sure to look extra disappointed. If the boy got to use Robby´s soft spot to his advantage, he would make sure to instrumentalize the younger man´s clear daddy issues in return.
Sir? that´s a new one. If anything he would´ve expected Daddy, not that he minds.
"If you´re going make a mess of my work station like this, you´ll have to lick it clean too." he remarks, supposing the boy would chuckle, a little embarrassed, and get a tissue to take care of the mess.
Instead, a hazy expression overtakes his face and he lowers his upper body to the desk.
Dennis feels floaty as he bends down making eye contact while doing as he was told. His tongue meets the flat, cold counter, the taste of the plasticky exterior and the texture of the crumbs making him gag a little. But still, he carries on until it´s clean.
Robby stares down at him the whole time, a mix of disgust and arousal swirling in his dark gaze.
He wasn´t actually expecting the boy to do it, mostly just teasing, but he can´t help but be proud of how beautifully he obeys.
"He won´t need much training" Robby thinks, "he´s a natural."
Saves him a lot of work.
He spots another crumb just as Dennis starts to lift his head.
His hand grips the back of the boy´s neck before he knows it and he presses his face back down onto the hard surface. Putting more pressure on it than necessary for the sole purpose of hearing a soft little whimper escape the boy´s mouth.
"C´mon boy, don´t get sloppy now" he sneers.
Dennis´ pink tongue darts out again, submitting to the man completely.
"Good boy" Robby praises and ruffles his hair.
Then he turns and walks away, leaving Dennis still bent over the desk and more sexually confused than he has ever been in his life.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
âI want you to slap me,â Jack says. âSpank me. Hold me down so I really canât get up. Fuck my brains out. Make me feel it the next day.â
Robby is torn between an immediate rush of horniness and instinctive guilt. Carefully, he says, âYouâre serious?â
âAs a heart attack,â Jack promises.
âI donât wanna hurt you,â Robby says in a rush. âOnly wanna bring you pleasure.â
âYou would be bringing me pleasure. You donât want to at all?â Jack asks, just to clarify. âComplete turn off, no bueno?â
âItâsâŚitâs not that,â Robby says. âItâs that I want it too much.â
behold, the sequel to my dom robby fic is here! they are both standalones and you dont need to read one to understand the other, however if you want: read the first one here
@inrabbotdreams you seemed interested in reading this
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
âYou look so good like that, Jack.â
Robby greedily takes in every inch of Jack, sitting on a wide and comfortable chair with his arms tied to the armrests, naked but for his boxers, eyes wide and shining, already half blown with lustâand of course, the clamps on each nipple, connected by a thin and beautiful gold chain.
I added a scene to the nipple clamp fic and put it on ao3, thanks again @hausofrabbot !!
