“Fine,” Justin whispered back. “You can do more. I won’t break.”
“Didn’t say you would. But you get what I say you get. You like me taking care of you.” When he tightened his grip, fluid dribbled from the tip of Justin’s c**k, wetting his hand; Justin moaned, head falling back. “My poor sweet husband. Clearly needing some help. Showing up here, dressed like that, without any pants on…begging me for a good shag…needing it, aren’t you, love?”
“Oh yes,” Justin moaned. “Yes. Gods—Kris—please—oh f**k, Kris, this might not last that long…”
“Ah. Well, you can just wait, can’t you? For what I decide you need.” He took the hand off Justin’s c**k, had a second thought, grabbed it loosely, and rubbed the tip against the fabric of Justin’s skirt. Wetness immediately stained grey and violet plaid; J
