Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

Punishment pt. 2 (ch. 12)

Once I get onto the floor and practically sitting under the desk, as he starts to unzip his pants, pushing both those and his boxer-briefs down to expose his hard cock.

I didn't wait for him to demand me what to do, instead just grabbing his d ick and lathering my tongue and circling it around the head. He didn't seem to object, since he started to lean back and relax as I did my thing. It's not the first time I've blown a guy, even before the first time with Connor – so I know exactly what to do to make my master feel good.

I took my mouth off of him, and immediately went down and attached my tongue to the base and slowly trailed it upwards, causing him to shiver.

When I reached the head I instantly wrapped my lips around the tip and slowly trying to take all of him in as he moans in response. I felt his fingers intertwining with the back of my hair; taking back his dominance as he forced my head down even further until he was hitting the back of my throat. He let go a little bit and allowed me to come back up for air, but only about half way for a few moments, before forcing my head by down again. From all the control he has right now, it felt like he was more f ucking my mouth than me actually blowing him.

This went on for a while, him thrusting himself into my mouth as I tried my hardest not to gag. His pace was starting to pick up in a sporadic motion, meaning he was close to his climax.

Out of nowhere I hear a light knock on the door and it slightly opening.

Oh god.

Connor quickly scoots himself forward so the person wouldn't be able to see him from the mid-waist down.

"Mr. Franta...?" A soft British voice said. Oh my god, it's Zoe. Thankfully I'm basically under his desk and she can't see anything – I hope.

"Have you seen Troye? We were supposed to meet up for our other break and he never showed up, and he isn't at his desk and nobody that I've talked to has seen him anywhere."

Shit, I forgot.

Connor didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then shivered as I slowly take him out of my mouth.

 "Um..." He started to say as I sat there and stared at his still fully erect c ock that was wet from my mouth, until an idea popped into my mind.

I leaned forward and began stoking his d ick as I darted my tongue out and proceeded to lick his balls.

 "He's u-uh... I sent him to get me some coffee, he should be back s-soon." He said with a strained voice, trying his best not to sound weird, but failed. By now his balls were in my mouth as I massaged them with my tongue and mouth, as well as stroking him faster and faster. His hands found my hair again, but surprisingly not pushing me away, instead holding my head firmly in place.

"Oh... um, okay." She said sounding a bit uncertain and skeptical. "Well if you see him can you tell him to give me a text when he has the time?"

"Of course!" He said sounded a bit too enthusiastically.

With that she left and closed the door behind her.

The moment I heard the door click I let his balls out of my mouth and focused my attention back on his c ock that was dripping pre-cum, bobbing my head up and down. He leaned back in his chair once again as he let out wrecked moans, his hands still holding my head as he shoves his c ock deep inside me over and over again.

"I'm going to... c-cum very soon, pet. I want you to swallow all of it, if any leaks out you'll be punished." I didn't reply, instead going faster and staring up at him as he fucked my mouth. Eventually I felt his hips thrusting up and his grip on me tightening; his c ock was shoved into the back of my throat and held in place. Liquid starts streaming out of his c ock and going down my throat as I tried to swallow every last salty drop.

Eventually as he came down from his orgasm he let go of me, and I took him out of my mouth and sucking him clean, the taste of him still on my tongue.

He lazily pulled his pants and underwear back up over him and zips his pants up. "I should punish you for the little stunt you did when Zoella came in here." He said, not sounding that serious so I just smiled and looking up at him.

"You loved it."

I crawled out of the little space under his desk and grabbed my clothes, finally putting them back on. "Would that be all... Mr. Franta?" I said teasingly as I leaned against the edge of his desk.

"Give me a kiss." He said demandingly but also with a hint of adoration.

As I went towards him and grabbed onto my hips and sat me in his lap as we kissed each other. It wasn't like the heated make out session that we had not too long ago, it was the most romantic but nonsexual make out I've had in a long time.

Although I still have tons to learn about Connor and the relationship that we're in I most certainly am enjoying being his.