Three nights were spent in the sleeping bag. I didn't sleep well for any of them, and I was starting to feel overly tired from it. Sasha was quiet for those days. He gave me a hug when he came home and the kiss at the door, but...

Otherwise I might as well have been his pet. He patted my hair to calm me, and still made me eat on the floor when he was home. It wasn't ideal. Actually it was worse than it had been, which still was less than I wanted.

I had been thinking about it the whole time I was being punished. I came there to live with him, but what exactly did I expect? It sure wasn't the current situation. It wasn't enough for me the way it was before either though.

He would just tease me with his occasional gestures of affection and intimacy until I felt crazy with lust. I wanted him to throw me down and fuck me some days. I wanted to play with him all night.

Hand jobs, blow jobs, making out on the couch... why couldn't we do that all the time? I was so freaking horny from him just sitting next to me and breathing in my ear while we watched television... I could scream with it!

I heard the door opening with a key and glanced in the direction of the doorway. I didn't bother to get up this time. I was annoyed and tired to the extreme. Instead I stared at my laptop and continued scrolling through the job postings.

I had applied to about four jobs so far, and heard back from none of them. I was depressed. I was lonely. I was tired and pent up. I guess I was like a volcano just waiting to blow.

"Hey. Are you alright Lukas?" His warm voice ran over me with tired concern and his fingers sifted through my hair gently. I wasn't in the mood. I moved my head out of the way and ignored him.

I heard him sit next to me with a sigh. It just pissed me off. What was he sighing about? I was the one who was being ignored and treated like a dog. I should be the one who was upset. I was upset.

"We need to talk Lukas. Put that aside." His stern voice commanded. I slammed the laptop shut and put it on the coffee table.

"Fine. Talk Sir." I crossed my arms and sat back on the armrest to face him.

"Watch your tone. We are talking, not arguing. If you want to argue, then you can just go to bed." His eyes were cold and sharp as we stared each other down.

"I don't like this." I felt tears a bit and sniffed a deep breath to keep them from coming out. His gaze softened a little and he nodded.

"I know. Your punishment is over as of tonight. I understand it was hard for you. I think you did well." He told me in a gentler tone.

"I'm not doing well. I'm not just talking about the punishment, Sasha. I don't like this." I looked down at my lap, unsure what else to say. Or maybe how to say it without sounding like a petulant kid.

"What? You don't like our relationship? You don't like living here? What don't you like, Lukas?" His voice sounded sad, even a little defeated and I looked up to see him rub a hand over his face.

"I like being with you, and I don't mind living with you. It's just... It's not what I expected. I want more." I fumbled as I watched his tired face. He shook his head.

"What did you expect Lukas?" He looked over at me with sad eyes that I also wasn't anticipating.

"I thought... I thought that we'd do more together. I want to..." I felt a little ashamed for making him make that face at me. I didn't want him to feel bad. I just wanted him. I felt him take my hand in his and stroke it gently.

"Lukas... It's not that I don't want to. I am just tired. I have to work extra hours to keep you here with me. There is extra food and utilities while you stay." He explained patiently. I gulped and looked at the lights I had on.

"I'm... I'm so sorry! I didn't think of that. Do you want me to pay you some rent money? I have some savings from when I was home." I tumbled the words out of my mouth in a rush. He chuckled and put his hand over my mouth.

"Hush. It's fine for a bit. I really do need you to get a job though, or you can go back to school. If you are schooling, then I can get your living allowance. Do you understand?" He watched me calm down and I nodded my head. I pulled his hand off my mouth.

"I'm really sorry Sasha. I didn't realise. I feel so stupid." I could feel my face twisted up with my own remorse. My tears were coming out again.

"I said it's fine. When we settle in a bit, I am sure it will be better. Okay? Come here." He opened his arms and I flung myself against his warm body. I sighed with satisfaction as we hugged on the couch.

He grunted when I wound myself around him like an octopus, but didn't say anything or try to pry me off. We just half sat, half laid together in the light from the lamps. I could feel his tension leaving and his breathing slow.

"Sasha Sir?" I mumbled into his neck. He hummed low in his throat. "I missed you."

"I missed you too Lukas." He murmured back. I looked up to see his head resting on the couch and his eyes closed. He looked relaxed, even though he was still in his work clothes. I smiled.

"Can I help you?" I asked quietly. He raised a brow and cracked one eye open in curiosity.

"How's that?" He mumbled. I unwound myself a bit and pulled at his slightly loosened tie until it came off. He closed his eye again, and leaned back in acceptance. I licked my lips and started working on the buttons down his shirt.

They came loose and I took a breath at the sight of him once I had pulled the fabric from his trousers. His shirt wide, his undershirt allowing me to look at the outline of his muscles, and the faint teasing sight of his nipples against the thin white fabric... It was hot.

"Are you going to help, or stare?" His warm timbre teased me as he sprawled boneless on the couch. I cleared my throat and reached for his belt. Only a few tugs, and it came undone.

I pulled it slowly from the belt loops so I wouldn't damage his pants. It clanged on the floor when I tossed it aside. His eyes opened then, looking over at me with interest. I hesitated, then reached for the button on his dress pants.

"Careful Lukas." His hand came over mine and I glanced into his eyes. I pulled it lose with little resistance. His zipper sounded suddenly loud in the quiet room. I held his gaze as I slipped down to the floor at his feet.

I pulled the fabric down his hips as he lifted them for me, and then shimmied it off his legs and feet. He watched me strip him with unreadable eyes. I knelt in front of him and let my hands run up his thighs to his boxer-briefs.

"May I, Sir?" I asked, licking my lips as I trailed my fingers along the waist band. He smirked and lifted his hips so I could pull the fabric down. I stared at that part of him for the first time.

"You don't have to Lukas." His tired words made me blink and realise I had just been kneeling there and staring for a bit too long.

"I know." I replied. I leaned forward and took him into my hands. He wasn't hard yet. The soft flesh rolled in my hands and he sighed, leaning his head down and putting his arm over my back.

I bent down and took it into my mouth. It was a little salty and musky on my tongue as I slurped it in. I let my saliva coat it, and ran my tongue around it a few times. He jerked a bit, and the flesh swelled pretty quickly.

I sucked it as it got bigger, swishing it in and out of my mouth rhythmically. Soon it was hard to fit it all in. Instead I took it as far as I could and used my hand on the rest. I could hear Sasha moaning above me.

"That's it Lukas...." His praise encouraged me as I bobbed over him. His hands stroked my back and fingers threaded in my hair to help me lift and sink my mouth onto him. I blanked my mind, feeling only the sensation of him inside.

My breathing was getting rough, and my drool poured out the side onto him. I could feel him flex and pulse as he got close to orgasming. He forced me to slow down and tried to pull me back, but I protested.

"I don't think you are ready for that yet, Lukas." He tried to coax me. I hummed in my throat, pulling against his grip to bury him inside my mouth and sucked hard. He groaned and my hands worked at his base and balls until I felt the pulsing again.

I choked a little as his cock twitched and flooded the back of my throat with hot cumm. My eyes closed as the bitter fluid filled my mouth and suffocated my senses. I gulped it down unconsciously, sucking the length of him clean as I finally allowed him to pull me off.

I sat back on my heels, face wet and cock hard from it. He smiled and pulled his undershirt off, using the fabric to wipe the spit and seed from my mouth. I shuddered as the taste that overwhelmed me registered in my brain.

"I told you. You probably weren't ready for that." He soothed me with his hands stroking my face and hair. I coughed a little, and he chuckled.

"That's... uh. It tastes bad." I managed after a minute. He laughed and pulled me up into his lap. He was still mostly hard and I looked down at it in surprise. "You weren't satisfied? Was I not good?" I looked at him worried and he had a big smile on his face.

"You were good, Lukas. Don't worry. You were very good. Too good. Yes?" He was giving me a hot look and I smiled sheepishly back at him. I enjoyed his tight hug and returned the kiss he gave me enthusiastically.

"If..." He kissed me. "If you're sure." He kissed me again. I sighed and tried not to think about my own erection pressing inside my pants. I could take care of it later with my hand. I needed to make up my selfishness to Sasha first.

"Come, Lukas. Let's have a shower." He whispered into my ear. I shivered and looked up at him with a hopeful grin.

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