[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Hard, Desperate, and Defeated

~Third- POV~

Reynold immediately covered his flushed face with both hands, letting out a startled squeak. ”What?! All I want to study is dick, not books!”

Frederick leaned closer, his deep voice smooth and commanding. ”Face me, baby.”

Reynold quickly uncovered his face, a hopeful smile spreading across his features. He thought he had finally managed to convince his man to give in. But instead of agreeing, Frederick raised two fingers and lightly flicked him on the forehead.

”All that’s inside your head is my dick,” Frederick said, an amused, authoritative smirk on his lips. ”Go back to your place and put some actual books in that brain of yours.”

”Ouch! That hurts!” Reynold winced, rubbing his forehead and looking at him like an injured puppy.

Frederick chuckled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the exact spot. ”Seriously, babe. Go home and study.”

Reynold leaned forward in his seat, his eyes wide and pleading. ”But your dick is much sweeter than any book. Can’t I stay and study it until Sunday morning? I promise I’ll leave first thing. Not even in the evening!”

”You’ve become very naughty and shameless, Reynold,” Frederick said, raising an eyebrow.

”I learned it from you, Daddy!” Reynold shot back playfully. ”You’re the one who spoiled me. So... what do you say?”

Reynold clasped his hands beneath his chin, silently praying for a yes. But when Frederick finally answered, his decision remained firm.

”No, baby.”

Reynold’s shoulders slumped. He stared at the floor, his bottom lip jutting out. ”You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

”I do love you.” Frederick reached over and rubbed the back of his neck. ”And loving you means taking care of your future and making sure you succeed in school.”

Reynold let out a dramatic, defeated sigh. ”Okay, Daddy. I’ll go home.”

Frederick settled back in his seat, a fond grin breaking across his face. He wanted to laugh out loud at his fiancé’s theatrics, but he held it in, not wanting Reynold to feel any worse.

Silence settled over the cabin for a few minutes. Reynold sat frowning at his lap, his mind working overtime on one final scheme. Then it struck him: a foolproof plan. There was no way Frederick could resist this.

He turned back with the softest, most vulnerable expression he could muster. ”Daddy... can you hold me for a while?” he whispered. ”I’m really going to miss you.”

Frederick’s heart softened at once. He opened his broad arms. ”Come here, baby.”

Reynold stood, stepped across the aisle, and slipped onto Frederick’s lap, winding his arms around his neck and burying his face in the crook of his shoulder.

Frederick folded his arms around Reynold’s waist and drew him flush against his chest, completely unaware of the victorious smirk hidden against his collar.

The private jet continued its smooth flight through the clouds. After a few quiet minutes, Reynold leaned in close and began shifting his weight slowly, rolling his hips in a deliberate twist against Frederick’s lap while his warm breath brushed across the skin of his neck.

Frederick swallowed hard. His hands tightened on Reynold’s waist as he felt himself begin to thicken and swell beneath his trousers, the slow, inevitable reaction to every deliberate roll of Reynold’s hips.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep control. ”Baby... do you want to go back to your seat?”

”No, Daddy,” Reynold whispered against his skin, grinding down harder. ”This is exactly where I want to be.”

”If you’re feeling sleepy, you can go to the—”

Reynold cut him off by pressing his lips to the side of Frederick’s neck and sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Frederick’s breath caught. A low, rough groan escaped him as his head tipped back against the seat, the muscles in his throat working under Reynold’s mouth.

”Huh... baby, do you know what you’re asking for?”

”I know what I want, Daddy,” Reynold murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his darkening eyes. ”I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

”Baby, can you—”

Reynold didn’t let him finish. He reached down and unbuckled Frederick’s belt. Holding his gaze, he slid his hand beneath the waistband, wrapping his fingers around Frederick’s thick, hard cock. He leaned closer and claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding in as his hand stroked slowly from base to tip.

Frederick gasped into the kiss, hips twitching upward. ”Baby... you’re killing me.”

Reynold pulled back just enough to speak, a smug little smile on his lips. ”You love being inside me, don’t you, Daddy?”

Frederick’s voice came out rough, almost strained. His hands tightened on Reynold’s thighs. ”Yes, baby...”

Reynold’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. ”Are you ready to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk properly when we land?”

Frederick’s jaw flexed. His grip on Reynold’s thighs tightened, then loosened, as if he were fighting for control. Before he could answer, Reynold squeezed him harder and leaned in, lips brushing his ear while his hand stroked slowly from root to tip.

”Talk to me, Daddy,” he whispered, breath warm against Frederick’s skin.

”Baby... you need to go back to—”

Reynold slid off his lap and dropped to his knees between Frederick’s spread legs. He tugged the trousers lower, freeing Frederick’s thick, throbbing cock completely. Looking up through his lashes, Reynold took in the sight, his eyes dark with hunger.

”You’re so big, Daddy. I love your cock so much.”

Frederick leaned back, eyes closing for a second as a heavy breath left him. ”Baby... take me.”

Reynold spit into his palm, slicking his hand, then wrapped it firmly around Frederick’s length and started pumping him fast and steady.

”Baby...” Frederick groaned, chest rising and falling hard.

”Do you love it?” Reynold asked, increasing the speed.

”Yes,” Frederick hissed, his hips lifting slightly off the leather seat. ”Yes... right there. Stroke faster.”

Reynold slowed his hand down to a deliberate, agonizing crawl. ”Beg me, Daddy.”

Frederick opened his eyes, dark with raw lust, looking down at his fiancé. ”Please, baby... stroke me faster.”

Reynold smiled, thoroughly enjoying having the powerful Frederick at his complete mercy. ”I want to take your cock deep in my throat.”

”Please do, sweetheart,” Frederick rasped, his hand reaching out to touch Reynold’s hair. ”Please suck me.”

Reynold leaned in close, letting his warm lips hover mere millimeters over the head of Frederick’s cock without actually touching it.

Frederick groaned loudly in frustration. ”Please, Reynold... put your mouth on it.”

”Beg nicely,” Reynold taunted quietly.

”Please, honey... suck Daddy,” Frederick pleaded, his control completely slipping.

Seeing how completely gone Frederick was, Reynold stopped moving. His hand stilled at the base of Frederick’s cock.

”No,” he said quietly. ”I won’t, Daddy... not until you say yes to me staying at your place when we land. If you say no, you can finish yourself.”

He looked up, eyes locked on Frederick’s. ”So... will you allow me to stay when we land?”

Frederick looked down at him, trying to hold his ground. ”Sweetheart, you can’t—”

Reynold didn’t wait. He tugged the trousers lower, fully exposing Frederick’s balls, then leaned in and dragged the tip of his tongue slowly along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Frederick’s back arched. A raw groan tore from his throat. ”Oh, fuck... I want more.”

Reynold’s voice stayed smooth and steady.

”Are you letting me stay or not?”

Frederick hesitated for a split second.

Reynold didn’t give him the chance to say no. He rolled his slick palm firmly over the head of Frederick’s cock, grinding his thumb right across the sensitive tip.

”Uhh—yeah, fuck! You’re stay... you’re staying, baby!” Frederick growled, completely defeated.

Reynold smiled devilishly. Without another word, he abruptly let go of Frederick’s cock, stood up, and looked down at him with a mischievous little scoff.

”Get yourself dressed,” he said triumphantly, already turning away. ”Then meet me in the private bedroom. And you’d better hurry, or you won’t get anything at all.”

Reynold walked casually toward the back of the jet, leaving Frederick sitting there with his pants down, staring in absolute disbelief at how thoroughly his little pet had just outplayed him.

Still amused by the realization that his own training had turned Reynold into someone even more devious than himself, Frederick hurriedly straightened his clothes, buckled his belt, and stood to follow him into the private bedroom suite.

The moment Frederick stepped inside, Reynold closed the distance immediately and pulled him into an intense kiss.