"Yeah," he groaned, head hanging and breaths coming short. "That's right. My obedient little bitch, doing--hnnngh--doing- doing anything I say."

Garrett was rapidly approaching the point where speech became hard, coherence swept away in a hurricane of sweat and need and burning desire. The gorgeous body under him, writhing and gasping and singing for him so prettily, taken apart into this beautiful thing of naked, unrestrained desire.

"Be good for me, now. Don't come." Garrett wrapped his hand firmly around Leonard's cock and stroked, growling fiercely in his ear in a tone that brooked no argument, as harsh as the unrelenting drive of his cock. "Don't you dare."