Chapter 11

Shortly, I was lying face down across his lap. My hands were relatched above my head. “Now here’s what you are going to do,” he said “Every time the commercials come on, you’re to be on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. When the game restarts, you’re to be back on my lap. Understood?”

“Yes, Gabe.” I was enthralled with this young man more every moment. Clearly, he’d put some thought into this. Then he sat back and watched the game. His hands immediately started massaging my ass.

I felt him lean over my head. “Do you like to be spanked?” he whispered.

My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded. “Yes, Gabe.”

As his hands slid over my thighs, I opened my legs instinctively. His hand slid up and I felt the side of his forefinger push against the thin gusset of my G-string.

When the commercials started, I slid down and knelt between his feet. He leaned back and I leaned over his lap. I sucked his semi-hard cock into my mouth and sucked briskly. His hand grabbed my ponytail and pulled me off.

“Slowly and gently, if you please, love.” He said, meeting my eyes. “I want this to last.” I smiled and nodded, and he lowered my head back to down to his cock. A minute or so later he tapped me to lay back down on his lap. As his hand resumed its work between my legs, I felt the tip of his index finger poking into my pussy. I moaned lightly, finally understanding his plan for this morning’s fun. We were going to edge each other, and the soccer game was the timer for our torment.

After twenty minutes, his first two fingers were completely inside me, but moving so very slowly in and out. It was maddening. “Are you enjoying the game, slut?” My eyes had been closed for quite a while.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered. I loved the way he said slut. It wasn’t harsh or humiliating. It was said so lovingly that I realized what was liable to happen if he should continue this way.