Free And I Am Happy by R. Cooper Page A

because Will wriggled for him and
licked his swollen lips. “My name will do.” His master spoke
between kisses and his master had teeth, teeth he scraped over
Will’s jaw and collarbone to drive Will mad. “Or Charlie, as you
said once.” His master followed every rough caress with a soft one.
Will might never know which he preferred more, too gentle or not
gentle enough.
    “Charlie, sir,” Will murmured for him,
writhing at the heated look this earned him, at the hot hand of
flesh and bone that slid into his trousers. “Charlie, sir.
Charlie.” He could not stop the words from spilling out of his
mouth now. He was supposed to be giving his gentleman the use of
him. Instead he was weak for the press of his gentleman’s mouth and
shivering with need for the weighty iron keeping him in place. His
master only kissed him further, at his ear and down his chest,
around his own fingers.
    “I will not use you.” The words from his
master were granite but his mouth was kisses so tender Will could
not bear it. He had not prepared for this, his gentleman holding
him down to give him pleasure. Even the chafe of a dry palm only
made Will gasp for more.
    “Master.” His face was hot. His eyes were
burning. The shocked inhalation from Charlie could not stop Will
from jerking his hips up and begging for the release that was so
near. He did not know whether to reach for Charlie or leave his
hands flat on the desk. He thought either would please and the
freedom was heady. “Master Charlie, sir, please.”
    “Yes, Will.” Charlie would never know what
his voice did to Will, the honest confusion at how Will could think
so of him, how quickly it melted back to lust when Will immediately
came, moaning grateful for every stroke of his master’s hand.
    “ Master ?” Charlie repeated moments
later while Will was fighting for breath and struggling to keep his
eyes open. Charlie’s hand was still inside Will’s trousers. His
gaze was serious. Will turned his head toward him and waited a
moment before nodding. His gentleman seemed to need more. “You
begged.” A need to understand and a desire to hear more warred in
his master’s handsome face, desire to be wanted that much,
confusion that Will should beg for him. People should be begging
for him always. Will could not seem to articulate that with their
skin touching and his gentleman only now ceasing to milk drops of
his seed from him. Will whimpered when it became painful and
Charlie stopped before straightening and pulling away. He sat down
heavily in his chair
    Will tried to stand and felt his unsteady
legs carry to him to the floor. He did not mind, despite how his
master expressed concern and tried to help him. Will slid between
his master’s legs and grasped at his thighs to stay up. He did not
bother with a pillow for his knees and he was shameless when he
took his master’s stained hand and brought it to his mouth to clean
it.
    “Will. Will, I will not…” Charles Howard,
esq. was a most honourable man who would have to be made to
understand how much Will adored him. Will was determined now. He
finished cleaning his seed from his master’s hand and then focused
on pulling his master’s trousers open. He immediately felt clumsy
fingers in his hair, a strong grip at his shoulder. But at the
moment Will’s strength was greater, and he would not be denied any
longer.
    “Charlie,” Will murmured into his master’s
stomach, Charlie because it had pleased his gentleman to be
called that as well as master, and took his master’s cock into his
mouth. He dragged his palms over Charlie’s thighs and ducked his
head, offering his mouth for use. He had thought his mouth his one
good trait, aside from his tight arse, until now, with Charlie
petting feverishly over his ear and his jaw, caressing Will’s open
lips as though not sure of what more would be accepted, as though
unwilling to risk anything that would drive Will from him. It was
the first time Will had ever