Chapter 13
Anson
I wasn’t sure Kennedy had any idea what was going on as far as the conversation went, but he was happy and needy and desperate to get my dick inside of him. He hadn’t even seemed to notice that I’d stripped off my clothes as I’d gotten the lube ready.
So I was going to focus on fucking him and not get too attached to the cage idea until his head had cleared a bit.
“I…Yes…good boy.” His rambling could’ve kept going, but I stopped it midstream by sliding in a second finger.
The distraction would only work for about thirty seconds until his brain caught up, but it was enough time that I got to feel like the best Dom ever for frying his brain. It took a lot to get Kennedy to stop talking completely, and I was just going to enjoy the feeling until he made me work even harder for it.
I didn’t mind a challenge, though.
Especially when it came with a wonderfully sensitive ass.
My curious cutie must’ve had twice the nerve endings of anyone else I’d ever slept with because he’d nearly come off the bed with just the tip of my finger in him. I’d thought I’d need to pull out and get lube until he’d moaned and rocked back to get more.
There were other places besides his cock that he didn’t mind aching…which was something else he didn’t seem to realize.
I had a feeling his friend Francis hadn’t asked nearly enough questions about why Kennedy had so many interesting opinions on bottoming.
And why he had no interest in topping.
It was going to be fun for me, though, so I didn’t have a problem with it.
“That’s right.” He moaned as I barely brushed over his prostate, but he behaved and didn’t try to hump the bed. Rewarding good behavior seemed to be important with Kennedy, so I stroked his cock and tapped his slit.
It was just enough pain to have his body lighting up and it got me a pleased sigh. “Good boys get rewards. Don’t forget.”
He nodded but I wasn’t sure how much was getting through. The way he was squeezing my fingers and moaning didn’t make that very easy to read. The only things that were easy to understand were his needy sounds and the way he tried to pull me deeper.
Kennedy was so completely focused on getting me inside him that he started to grumble when I finally eased my fingers out and climbed up behind him on the bed. He was so frustrated with me that he managed to push his arms up so he could see what was going on. “Oh.”
Yep, naked Dom with a hard-on just hanging out…ignore the erection and the condom that’s going down it.
“If your next words aren’t ‘Master, you’re so sexy,’ we’re going to have a problem.” My dry response and the way my dick was aimed at his needy hole had Kennedy picking up one hand and waving at me.
“Hi, Master. Thank you for fucking me. You look very sexy.” He was so smiley and calm that I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me or not.
“Brat.” But he was an adorable brat, so I slid deep into him in one smooth thrust and grinned as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “I think you need a reminder about being polite to your Dom.”
His moan and the way his head collapsed back down to the bed said he appreciated the form my reminder was taking. Every quick thrust took my dick deeper and got an even more desperate sound from him, and by the time I’d completely bottomed out, he was shaking.
“Yes. Good boy.”
He was nodding against the bed like he was agreeing with me, so I pulled almost all the way out and fucked him hard again. “Very good boy. Yes. Fuck. And yes.”
Since he could still make words, I decided I wasn’t doing enough to scramble his brains and started an almost punishing rhythm that had him making the sexiest whines. It wasn’t quite enough, though, so I pulled him up roughly until his back was pressed against my chest and I used his nipples as tiny, sensitive handholds.
Oh, that got me the prettiest sounds and not a word in sight.
It did, however, get me an orgasm from him.
Oops.
Well, live and learn.
Fucking the cum right out of him, I released his nipples and braced his chest with one hand and decided to torture his cock with the other. He was so sensitive, it didn’t take much at that point to push him into shaking and whimpering…all while he did his best to fuck himself between my hand and my dick.
My needy brat kept it up until he slouched back against me and rested his head against mine. “You’re incredible.”
Nearly every inch of him had melted, and the only part of him that still seemed to have working muscles was his ass. “Make me come, brat. Or I’ll buy numbing lube for your ass the next time I fuck you.”
The growled-out threat was enough to make him jerk and his ass started working at a faster pace. “That’s right.”
It took about three thrusts to get his brain working again. “You…you wouldn’t, though, right? I mean that’s…”
His worries would’ve sounded more believable if his dick hadn’t been jerking and trying to make a valiant effort to get hard again. Luckily for me, I still had my hand over it and he couldn’t hide what he really thought of the punishment.
“If you’re lucky, you’d feel the pressure of me fucking you.” I was right on the edge, so close that just fucking with him was going to send me over. “I’m not even sure you’d get hard, but I’d have fun using your sexy ass.”
Sucking in a shaky breath, Kennedy shivered again. “You…that’s your favorite part of me.”
“Then squeeze it. Let me feel how much you want to please me.” That had him clenching around me, milking my dick for all he was worth. “Show me you want to be able to feel me next time. Show me you’re my good boy.”
I managed to drive him insane for a few more seconds, but when I nailed his prostate and he let out a sexy cry, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Exploding inside him, I wanted to curse at the condom but I held that back and focused on holding him tight, nuzzling against his neck as I came so hard every inch of me felt it.
When I finally stopped pounding into him, I sat back on my heels and pulled him down with me so he was on my lap. He sighed, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him as he yawned. “Being a good boy is exhausting.”
Yep, he’d done all the hard work.
Chuckling, I kissed his neck and petted his soft cock. “How are you feeling?”
Kennedy stared down at his dick and gave it a thoughtful frown. “He doesn’t behave well but he liked the taps.”
Good to know.
Shrugging, I gave it a pat. “It’ll just give me more reasons to punish him.”
Kennedy sighed. “That’s not very helpful, but it’s good to know that I was right about being curious about the pain on the penis item on my list.”
He was curious about a lot of things I thought he was going to like.
“I’m glad you approve of how it worked out.” Barely running my finger over his wet slit, I grinned when he shivered. “I liked seeing your eyes roll back in your head and hearing you cry out.”
“That’s sweet but it also sounds a bit like you might be a serial killer.” His sigh said he didn’t think that was a problem. “I’m glad I got really well fucked before you decide where to bury my body.”
“I can’t kill you.” Duh. “Everyone would realize entirely too quickly that you were gone.”
Giggling, Kennedy nodded. “Very true. Even Francis says I’m hard to ignore.”
They had the weirdest and possibly least healthy friendship I’d ever seen.
Before I had to come up with a response to that, my dick started to slip out of him and he shivered…but not the good kind. “That’s a terrible sensation.”
Probably because he was really sensitive.
“Sorry.” Kissing his head, I eased him back down on the bed. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”
By the time I got rid of the condom and found where the unorganized cutie had hidden a washcloth, he was nearly out and wearing a soft smile. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he flopped over so I could clean the cum off his chest and cock. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” Giving him a quick peck, I took the damp cloth back to the bathroom and was back in bed before he could finish his next yawn. “You can’t fall asleep yet.”
He grumbled at that, frowning as he rolled over and tried to burrow under his pillows. “I don’t like that order. I’m not going to agree to that rule.”
“You’ll regret it in the morning, brat. Where is your phone? Where do you charge it? Have you set your alarm? Do you need to do anything like set out clothes?” I could’ve kept going but he didn’t make me continue my point.
“Ugh.” Unburying himself, he sat up and frowned. “That’s not nice.”
Brat.
“Just keep reminding yourself that I’m the Dom who’s going to let you test-drive dicks. That’ll help you remember why you’re putting up with me.” The dryly delivered teasing got a big grin from him and he reached out to grab me.
I let him pull me over, so I pinned him to the bed and his smile got wider. “And you listen to me talk and you pick out good movies we can have conversations about and you made me dinner too. You didn’t pick out a boring date and I got to come sooo many times today.”
Yes, I did have a lot of amazing qualities.
Still, I couldn’t let him distract me into fucking him again. “No being cute. I can’t fuck you again. We have to get ready for bed.”
Snickering, he widened his eyes, trying to look innocent. “I wasn’t trying to distract you.”
True or not, I glared at him. “The fact that I can’t tell if you’re being truthful or not says you need a punishment.”
And the wide eyes were from surprise and arousal that time.
“Would you really give me numbing lube? Do you have a cage for me? Does lube like that even exist? How big would the cage be? I like getting hard.” He’d have kept going but a kiss stopped his storm of questions.
“If you don’t like punishments, just behave. Don’t hump the bed to start and don’t come too soon.” I shrugged as he frowned and his brain started to whirl again. “Phone?”
It hadn’t been with his clothes and I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d seen it was.
“Oh.” That had his brain moving in a completely different direction, but unfortunately it was his turn to shrug. “You’re very distracting?”
Rolling my eyes, I straightened and held out my hand. “Let’s go hunting.”
Three rooms and twenty minutes later, my naked cutie realized it was still in my car. Thankfully my clothes were once again clean, so I slipped them back on to go rescue his phone. “I’m going to start to nag you more about this kind of stuff.”
Especially since it looked like he had five missed calls from Francis.
I wasn’t sure if I should be worried about that or not, but Kennedy sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, it’s my turn to claim introvert exhaustion.” Kennedy hadn’t made that sound believable at all, but he didn’t seem worried about it. “Quick text. Let’s see…sorry, I forgot my phone in the car while we were having crazy sex. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow at lunch.”
Interesting.
Kennedy smiled as he looked up from his phone. “No more calls tonight and he’s going to avoid me until Tuesday at least if you want to come over for dinner tomorrow.”
“Sounds perfect.” And Francis knew Kennedy wasn’t dead, so it should be fine. “Now I have to figure out what I’m going to make for you.”
Looking pleased, Kennedy giggled as I pulled him into my arms. “Really? We can do takeout or something simple.”
The rude snort I let out had him laughing. “Absolutely not. I’m still trying to impress you. We can do that in a few weeks when I’ve got you under my spell.”
Burying himself against me, he snickered. “I think you’re just one of those caretaker Doms but since I’m not little, you take care of me by listening and feeding me and finding me interesting penises.”
Francis was going to avoid him until Wednesday at the very least.
“It’s an important job. Caretaker Doms make the world go round. Haven’t you heard that?” People would be lost without us.
Meetings wouldn’t happen.
Grocery lists wouldn’t get written.
Attention wouldn’t be appropriately given.
Everyone needed a caretaker Dom in their life.
“Someone should’ve told me before.” Kennedy shrugged as he straightened, trying to look serious but failing terribly. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to find you.”
He’d have looked for me in all the wrong places. “That’s okay. I found you.”
That made Kennedy stop mid-laugh and he nodded. “You’re right. That’s definitely a Dom job.”
Because he was high maintenance.
And adorably mischievous.
“But if you tell me I should’ve done a better job, I’m ordering the lube.” My stern expression and the scary threat cut off the drama that was brewing and he sighed. “That’s what I thought.”
Brat.
“Bed.” He’d been tired before and as soon as his second wind faded, he was going to crash. “We’re going to plug in the phones and make sure your alarm is set.”
Before anything else could distract us.
Kennedy couldn’t help testing the waters, though. “The internet said Daddies made sure their littles had dessert. I think that should apply to caretaker Doms too.”
I had one word for my naughty boy. “Lube.”
And he was suddenly so tired he had to yawn…at least my drama queen learned quickly.