Chapter 18
Kennedy
Had he said I could come?
Had he said I couldn’t come?
Had he said I could move?
No.
Hmm.
“Thank you, Master.” Yes, that was a very good response to the best orgasm ever and it would make Mr. Jasper think I was a very good boy.
Because I was.
I just might’ve been a good boy who’d come too soon.
But since Master’s fingers were still in my ass and I hadn’t moved, I was pretty sure that counted toward good boy points.
“You’re welcome, slut.” He sounded aroused and pleased, so I took that as a good thing too. “But we’ll see if you thank me once I fuck you hard and make you come again…and then fill you with my cum.”
Oh.
That seemed to be a catch I hadn’t thought of.
“I…I like getting orgasms from you, Master.” Hopefully. “I’ll always thank you for taking care of me?”
Oops.
That’d sounded like a question.
Master’s chuckle said he’d heard it too. “Oh, such a good boy.”
Somehow he made that sound very dangerous.
“I…I like it when you tell me I’m a good boy.” Hmm. “Mr. Jasper, he tells me that a lot because he’s such a good Master.”
Yes, that had to help the situation…whatever situation I’d found myself in.
If he didn’t stop making such happy sounds, I was going to start worrying.
“You’re always a very good boy for me, so let’s see if we can keep that going.” Master’s tone said that was going to be hard but I wasn’t sure what it meant until he started rubbing the head of my dick with his thumb.
My soft dick.
My sensitive soft dick.
Oh dear.
That was…
Master chuckled as I whined and tried not to wiggle away. “Oh, but I’m being so gentle. Why are you whining? Tell Jasper.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted Jasper to be a figment of Master’s imagination or not, but I wasn’t going to risk him being real and disobeying.
I might not get tortured with another orgasm if I didn’t play along.
“I…” He had to stop doing that if he wanted me to think and talk at the same time. “You’re rubbing my cock. But it’s so…I accidentally…oh, Master…”
Rubbing a soft cock should make it harder but my brain just couldn’t decide how we should be feeling. It was soft and almost painful and gentle and maddening.
Masters were devious.
“Mr. Jasper, it…it hurts? I don’t know? That might not be.” Oh dear. Words. Yes. Had to find the words. “He…Master moved his. He’s.”
Shoot.
“Are you trying to explain to Jasper that I’m rubbing right under the head of your cock as I fuck you with my fingers?” Master sounded like he was being helpful but I wasn’t sure that was his goal. “Are you trying to tell him that you’re shaking and whining because it’s such a good feeling?”
We might have different definitions of that word, but I nodded anyway.
Just in case.
I might like it but I wasn’t sure yet.
“It’s so…that’s…” Like being plugged into a light socket. “Please?”
Yes, I was supposed to beg for something.
“Such a good boy. Are you asking to be fucked and filled with cum?”
Oh, yes.
That was it
“Yes, please. Please. Yes. Green. I’m green.” Could I be green and wiggly and electrocuted too? “I want to be filled with cum. I want to be fucked. Don’t you want to come, Master? I’m your good boy.”
How was that so crazy?
It was just his finger.
“Such a sensitive boy.” Master’s tone was sweet but his finger was still naughty. “It’s like all your nerve endings are dialed up to ten. But you’re so cute when you squirm and whine for me. I bet Jasper is loving all those sexy whimpers.”
Oh, now he’d made it erotic too.
My dick made a valiant effort to get hard but that just made the shocky sparks running through me even brighter.
So I whimpered again.
And it made Master rub me even more.
“Such a sexy boy.” He almost purred the words out and I could feel how turned on he was and how excited he was to see me squirm. “You’re so beautiful when you suffer for me, baby.”
Now he’d made it romantic.
“I…” I was supposed to say something, right? “Thank you, Master.”
Yes, that was always good.
Polite would get me rewards.
Oh, did I want rewards?
That sounded.
I shouldn’t.
“Oh, Master…” He was so amazing.
“Tell Mr. Jasper what I did.” Master chuckled when I moaned and new waves of painful pleasure flooded through me. “Why is my good slut moaning?”
“You…your cock is in me. Filling me.” And his finger wasn’t torturing me any longer. “And you spanked me.”
“That’s right. I’m not giving your soft cock any more attention, but don’t worry, I won’t forget about him.” Master made that sound somewhere between a promise and a threat, and my brain wasn’t sure what to do, so it tried to make me orgasm.
Master chuckled as I spasmed around him and he gave my ass a firm pat. “You’re so cute.”
That time he didn’t make me tell Mr. Jasper what happened—he did it himself as he sank deeper into me. “His cock loves attention so much just the promise of getting more caresses made him try to come.”
His happy tone made it embarrassing somehow and I couldn’t help hiding my face again…or trying to come again.
Brains were confusing.
So were dicks.
Ignoring them both and just letting them do their own thing seemed like the safest option as Master started fucking me in long, slow strokes.
“And now I’ve finally got my sexy, naked boy ready and it’s my turn to get attention.” Master seemed to understand he was kind of an attention whore too, but he was a different version than I was. “Clench.”
Giving my ass another firm pat as he thrust deep, he made a happy sound as I obeyed. “Good boy, now relax as I pull out.”
How were instructions so dirty?
“That’s right.” He spanked me lightly again as he pushed back into me, almost chasing out the air in my lungs. “Clench. That’s perfect. Good boy, slut.”
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
“Yes, my smart boy. You’re going to make me feel so good.” Master made a pleased hum as he started a pounding rhythm. “You’ve been such a good boy that I’m going to fill you up.”
I wanted to be filled up.
I wanted to come again too.
But Master was making my brain work too hard.
I wanted to in relax and out clench. It should’ve been out clench because I wanted to keep him inside me.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
I could do it.
Master moaned.
Yes, I could do it.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
The words repeated over and over in my head as he used my ass and moaned every time I tightened around his cock. He made the sexiest sounds and when I did a good job he spanked me.
Lopsidedly.
It wasn’t even.
It had to be even.
My bottom wasn’t going to be pretty if one side was pink and the other was red.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
God, he was so fast.
I couldn’t keep up.
Yes, my other cheek.
Somehow having both sides ache made my brain so happy it just turned off. Poof. Clench. Relax. That was all I had to do and it seemed like my sphincter didn’t need my brain to function.
That was really good because the last thing my brain noticed was Master making sexy sounds and then everything faded like the end of a movie.
When the lights in the theater started coming up again, I was lying on the bed and Anson was snuggled around me. Blinking up at him made him smile. “There you are.”
“My brain turned off.” Huh. “That’s weird, right?”
“No.” Anson chuckled, kissing me and stroking my cheek. “I’m pretty sure you found subspace. It looks different for every sub but your brain just found the right mix to check out and take a tiny vacation.”
So, not weird.
“I’m going to have more questions. Just warning you.” But I’d ask them later. “Is Mr. Jasper still there?”
How long had I been floaty?
“Yes, but he can hang up if you want privacy now. He was a little worried since it was your first scene like that.” Anson gave me another kiss before reaching behind him for the phone. “Do you want to say hi or tell him something about the scene? Do you just want him to hang up?”
Worriers made people have to think too much.
But I liked that I had two worriers.
“Hi, Mr. Jasper.” I wasn’t worried, so I had to make sure they weren’t either. Or they might not want to do it again. “I’m still kind of fuzzy around the edges of my brain but I’m not upset or questioning or dramatic or pouting.”
What else?
“Oh, I might need a snack, and I’m sticky in very nice places. You heard about that, though. And you heard that I was a good boy and I’m pretty sure I helped Master to have a very good orgasm, but that part is kind of hazy. But I’m still a good boy even though I don’t remember his orgasm because I’m sticky, so I have proof that he came. Did you come? Am I allowed to ask that? I don’t remember if anyone mentioned that rule but I want to make sure you’re happy too and that generally means orgasms with scenes. But I talked to someone online who doesn’t like orgasms, so they don’t do that and they’re still happy, but Master said you did that.”
So was I allowed to ask about it?
“Anson?” Looking up at him instead of the phone, I sighed. “I need to know the rules.”
It was going to be like the bar all over again if I didn’t figure them out.
“Kennedy?” The deep voice coming through the phone had me forgetting that Anson was going to answer my questions. “I liked hearing you come, and yes, your Master came very loudly because you did an amazing job being a fabulous sub for him, and I don’t mind answering your questions. You let me experience a wonderful scene and not just because it was your first time having someone listen to you. So thank you, and yes, I came.”
“Oh, Anson, he’s a talker too.” Thank goodness. No wonder he knew we were going to get along. “I’m so glad we all came.”
But I was sticky and leaky and I needed food.
Aftercare time.