"Did I give you permission to move?"
William frowned and tightened his mouth into a hard line, shaking his head. At least the prostitute didn’t have to be told to kneel properly - he’d already resumed the perfectly acceptable position he’d been in before.
"I distinctly remember telling you to stay where you were. Do you have difficulty following orders, Henley? Or are you just that stupid?"
His hand was sticky and wet, the remains of Devon’s pleasure, the reminder bringing a warm jolt to him despite the general unpleasant feeling of needing to wash up.
He considered it for a moment. Just one. Til he had a better idea.
The General left his trousers open, left himself exposed. He could see how Henley stared at him, his eyes wide and admiring - maybe even intimidated - and just a little cocky, too, that smirk showing all too much of what was going on in his mind.
He had no idea what was coming.
William reached out, the mess on his hand sticky and cooled. Disgusting, honestly - as much as he never liked to use that word thinking of anything to do with his husband - and he wouldn’t be pleased if someone had told him to do what he was about to suggest - though he had admittedly done it for Devon before. But he would certainly never do what he had planned for just after this.
"Make yourself useful and clean this up for me."
Oh, this kind of talk.
Mark knew, by now.
Ashford didn’t scratch a bit at his pride. It was just showing his muscles, impressing his husband – clearly, that’s what this was all about now – by degrading Mark and showing his authority. He knew he wasn’t stupid. He knew he could follow orders.
Only if he wanted to, of course.
This show had been way too interesting to obey blindly.
And if holding out a sticky hand with the Director’s come all over it for Mark to clean would be his “punishment”, he could certainly live with it.
Actually, he was already smiling and leaning forward, reaching out with his tongue to find out how the mighty Director would taste.
And when he found out, his lips closing around the General’s thumb with a long and unrestrained moan, he closed his eyes as well, thrilled and excited about tasting what not many men would’ve tasted before.
Well, it did taste like come. Of course. Not much of a difference and not much of a surprise…
But it still made Mark’s cock twitch. It still made him moan and suck eagerly, letting his tongue clean every little bit of General Ashford’s hand. His fingertips, the back of his hand and the spots between his fingers – he took good care of these spots, as little as they were dirty.
He enjoyed it clearly.
Mark had always had a thing for the messier jobs, anyway.
And it definitely showed.
On the bed, Devon turned to the side after he’d tucked himself in again, releasing a last tiny moan as he felt a last shiver running through his body while touching the oversensitive flesh. But he knew already that the relief was only temporary.
He could tell already by the way his pulse started rushing again as he watched his husband stand.
Tall and strong.
Making the whore kneel again.
Making him lick the dirty remains of his lust from his hand without hesitation.
He just was that powerful.
He just was that amazing.
He just was… his General.
Oh, it felt good, really.
He’d always liked the sensation of a tongue and lips caressing his fingers, especially as eager as these - it sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock, ghost sensation layering upon itself as he imagined those lips elsewhere.
This was supposed to be a punishment, though. Something degrading and dehumanizing and…
Quite frankly, Henley was taking it all too well.
William had miscalculate slightly, but no matter.
He took his hand away before the prostitute could finish his ministrations, shivering and tensing again as he withdrew, and his hand went straight to Henley’s hair with an impossibly tight grip.
Tight, hard, pulling him closer and all but wiping off the remains of Devon’s lust over the back of the whore’s head, sticky and wet. It would dry there and he’d have to wash it out later, reminded once more of what he’d seen today, what he’d done.
Henley stumbled as William pulled him forward, yanking his head back to look up again.
"Like that, don’t you? Like the taste of him? Dirty little fucker. Liked watching us, too. Bet you wanted it. Imagined that was you under him, didn’t you? But better than you thought, wasn’t it? Better than anything you’ve had.”
He was almost growling now, jealousy creeping in at just the thought, despite knowing he’d never get close, he’d never have even the smallest bit from Devon. No one would. No one but him.
William pushed the prostitute’s face towards his cock - still hard, though considerably less so now - without giving him any quarter, no chance to pull away.
"This is the closest you’ll ever get, Henley. Enjoy it while you can."