I don't know how the flying fuck I was gonna talk myself out of this one. Let me start from
the beginning. My best friend had been having trouble with one of his co-workers. He'd tell
me about how nasty this fucker was to him. Of course he, being the gentle soul he is,
was nervous about saying something to his superior. And that motherfucker knew it,
and took advantage whenever they could. Three days ago, he was an hour late meeting me for
dinner all because of that asshole. I come to find out that asswipe had managed to pile
their work onto him, stating they had better things to do and that he did such a great job
of picking up the slack. When he told me, I knew something had to be done. I took my sweet time
planning over the weekend. My dear sweet friend had jury duty on Monday, so he wasn't there when
it happened. I'd only ever picked him up from work once, but I remembered the place. I waited
outside all day for that cunt. Finally, I saw them leave the building. Thanks to some snooping,
I knew what they looked like. Nobody from my wonderful best friend's job would know it was
me. Unlike that shit stain, my friend kept his private life to himself. What that fuckhead didn't
count on was him having me behind his back. He was mine to protect. Mine. Thankfully, they parked in
a spot where it would be hard to see me. What I didn't count on was them having a good right hook.
The bruise on my jaw was the only clue on me that anything even happened. Hope they have some stake
for those black eyes. From the way they acted after I beat their ass and told them to stop
fucking with my bestie, they wouldn't be a problem anymore. My best friend, being a kind
and wonderful person, saw them the next morning, asked them why they were packing their shit up.
They'd quit. When he asked why, they said to ask me. Fucker wasn't as stupid as I'd hoped. Which
leads to now. After work, he came over. He gasped when he saw the bruise. There was no hiding this
time. I nonchalantly let him in and made myself comfy on the couch. Sighing, he shut the door and
sat in the love seat across from me. For a moment, we just stared at each other. I watched as he ran
his fingers through his hair, a nervous tic of his. He opened and closed his mouth a few times as if
he was trying to think of what to say. Of course, I beat him to it. Before you say anything, I can
explain. He raised an eyebrow at me. It was clear I wouldn't be able to talk myself out of this one.
I was tired of that fucking asshole treating you like shit. You were too sweet to do something,
so I took care of it. Just like I always do. No, fuck, that wasn't supposed to come out. He
finally spoke up. What the hell are you talking about? I was concerned. I was cornered now. I
had to tell him the truth. You ever notice when you have a problem with someone, they kinda stop
being one? He sat back in the love seat and told me to keep talking. When that slutty ex of yours
wouldn't stop pestering you, it was me that scared her off by digging up dirt on her skanky ass.
Shock crossed his face before he forced it back down into a more neutral expression. That neighbor
of yours whose dog kept shitting in your yard even after you asked him to stop, I was the one who left
that bag of shit on his doorstep with the note that said pick up after your fucking dog. Slight
amusement flickered before he asked why I did all these things. I couldn't even look at him. He kept
staring at me and then it began to dawn on him. Those weren't the only times, but the most recent.
The more I talked, the more he understood. Finally, he stopped me. Why didn't you just say
something? He mumbled between his hands. Dragging his hands down his face, he looked at me. What
was my extremely intelligent response? He sighed and then began to explain. The reason his last
girlfriend broke up with him wasn't because she didn't like that he was submissive, it was because
she realized he held deeper feelings and friendship for me. Oh, are you serious? I hissed. Now he was
the one who couldn't look at me. Dude, look at me. Slowly, he turned his eyes towards me. You know
how I feel, and now that I know about your feelings, you're mine to protect. Much to my surprise,
he blushed vividly. Interesting. Slowly getting up from the couch, I slunk towards him, only
stopping him when I reached the chair. Leaning over, I asked him, do you like the idea of me
owning you? His face flushed darker. Does the thought of me protecting you from the world make
your knees weak? A cute squeak came out of his mouth. I won't touch you unless you tell me yes,
miss. Moaning quietly, he said, yes, miss, please touch me. Reaching out, I ran my fingers down the
sides of his face. He shuddered, feeling them tracing along his skin. Do you want more? Please,
he whispered. Dragging my fingers beneath his chin, I tilted it up and leaned down to kiss him.
Pulling away, there was a strand of saliva between us. He looked dazed just from kissing. I wanted
more. Sit up and let me behind you. Nodding, he did what he was told. Good boy, I murmured into his
ear. The whine he let out. Fuck. Settling in behind him, I began running my hands over his body. I'm
going to put my hands under your shirt. Is that okay? Yes. Slowly, I slide my palms under his
shirt, feeling his skin against mine for the first time. His breath quickened as they roamed
across his body. One hand made its way to a perky nipple, squeezing and playing with it. The
sensations caused his head to fall back against my shoulder. My other hand slipped down towards his
jeans. Are you alright with me going further? Moaning, he said, Oh God, please. I started
teasing him through his underwear with light touches. You like that? His moaning grew louder.
Soon, a damp spot formed where his cock was. Please, he begged, touch me. But I am touching
you, silly. The whine he let out was precious. That's not how we ask for things. Oh, please,
miss, touch me. Please. Good boy. Finally, I pulled out his leaking cock. Looks like you
need some help there. Shall I take care of you? A groan was the response. I need to hear the words,
my dear boy. His cock twitched when I used the word my. Seemed he really was turned on by the
fact I owned him. Yes, oh God, he whispered. Pulling my hand away, I placed it in front of
his face. Lick it, were my only words. He was eager to comply, and soon enough my hand was
covered in his saliva. Hand now slick, I began pumping his shaft. Dragging down my other hand,
I slipped into his pants and began playing with his balls. The more I played with him,
the louder his moans got. Never had I heard more beautiful sounds. Seeing his neck bared to me,
I couldn't resist the urge to mark him as mine. Pressing my mouth against the soft skin,
I bit into him. He gasped at the sharp pain. Encouraged, I bit him twice more. Beautiful
marks now decorated his neck and shoulder. Wanting to soothe the pain, I began placing
kisses across the bruises. Now everyone will see you're owned. His moaning got louder. You like
the fact I own you. I own your mouth, your cock, and that cute little ass of yours. If I didn't
get a sound complaint from my neighbor, I would be shocked. Slowly I moved my hand to tease his
crown. That caused him to arch into me. Please, I need to come. Please. Oh, but I'm not ready
for you two just yet, my dear boy. I started rubbing just below his head. His begging got
louder. Don't you want to be a good boy and wait for permission? Yes, he half sobbed. I want to be
a good boy for you. Sliding my hand out of his jeans, I began playing with the nipple I neglected
before. He was on the edge. I could feel it. My hand was covered and messy from his precom. Leaning
in close, I whispered to him. Do you want to come, or do you want to come for me? I need to come for
you, he begged. Nibbling his earlobe, I whispered. Tell me why you deserve it. Because I'm your good
boy, and he was struggling to talk. You're mine to kiss, mine to hold, mine to fuck, and most of
all, you're mine to protect. Yes, he cried out. Yes, I belong to you. All of me is yours. Please,
please, miss. I need to come for you. Let go, my good boy. Come for me. Feeling a march against me
and let go, I'll never forget how he looked. His mouth wide open, head thrown back, eyes screwed
shut. He was beautiful. Cuddling him through his aftershocks was something I'd dreamed of. Both are
breathing steadied as he came down. He came in my hand. I laughed away the come and pulled him into
a deep kiss. Together, we tasted him. Pulling out of the kiss, I held on to him. Feeling him
nodding off, I mumbled, it's okay, rest your eyes. I'll be here when you wake up. Sighing,
he turned over and snuggled into me. Kissing his forehead, I felt him smile into my chest. He
didn't have a thing to worry about. After all, he was mine to protect.
