Key had vaguely remembered the dominant when he was picked up again. He remembered only catching slight glimpses of his face as he jacked off in the back of his car. It was still probably the easiest money he’d made since he started being a prostitute.
Tonight, however, would clearly be different. The cash he was being offered was far more substantial and this time they were out of the car and into a hotel. Key had never been inside this place before. It was far nicer than anywhere he’d ever been before. A small part of him hoped that the dominant might let him stay after he was done just so he could sleep on the bed that looked oh-so-soft…
The dominant’s command snapped him out of his fairy tail. “This never occurred, sir,” Key repeated, moving to face the wall, hands up. He was completely still. For a couple of moments, he couldn’t help but wonder who this guy really was. Had to be someone important given how important anonymity was to him. And rich.
“Good boy.” Daniel growled as he unclasped his cufflinks and began to roll up his sleeves. “A dirty good boy but still... good.” his voice took on a teasing air as he traced his fingertips over the boy’s hands. He trailed them along the boy’s arms as his lips caressed the side of his neck. “Such a pretty boy... hmmm...” his lips continued along their trajectory, tasting the younger man’s soft skin until he was nipping at that spot just below the street hustler’s ear.
Pushing his hands low, Daniel’s hands trailed over Key’s clothing to finally come to rest on his waistband. “I’ve already seen this pretty cock. Now I want to touch it. Do you want me to touch it?”