Mine

Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Marshall

“S trip,” I tell my sweet boy the moment he steps into my house.

“Yes, Sir.” He takes off his shoes, then his pants. It’s been a week since he texted me about fucking him and I answered with the photo of me with the Fleshlight. We haven’t met up since, and that was on purpose on my part. I don’t know why I’m putting off taking him, why I’ve kept him away even though what I want is to take him in every way possible, but despite texting with him every day, this past week has felt like ten weeks. I enjoy our conversations so much. He makes me laugh and feel young, makes me want to collect more moments of the happiness he makes me feel.

Once he’s beautifully naked in front of me, I study him—his high cheekbones, square jaw, muscular chest, and six-pack abs. He’s already hard, dick standing at attention, balls full and high and more mouthwatering than they have any right being.

“Turn, please,” I say, and he immediately does. “Spread your legs some, hands against the door.”

Jay moves into position, and I step behind him and kiss the back of his neck. “Look at you… You’re so beautiful. My naked little slut who begs for my cock.”

Jay trembles, his breathing picking up.

“I want it…so bad. I dream about taking it.”

“Do you now?” I reach around him, hand sliding down his chest to wrap around his cock. Jay hisses out in pleasure.

“Yes, Sir. I lie in bed, hard and leaking, wanting to be filled so badly…but I suffer through it for you. My orgasms belong to my Sir.”

I fight back a tremor of my own. The way he gets to me, ties me up and makes me want more, is intoxicating. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you.” I stroke him, then let go and smack his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Jay cries out. “How is it possible that you make me want to come so quickly?”

“Because I know how to reach you here.” I touch his temple. “Sex is about more than fucking and physical reaction, especially for kinky people like us. I can fuck your mind and make you come harder than if I only give you my cock.”

“Can’t I have both?” he asks, making me snicker. He does that in ways no one else can.

“Come.” I step away from him and head for the living room. I sit on the couch, wearing only jeans and underwear.

Jay kneels in front of me beautifully, then looks up at me with eyes filled with questions.

“What is it, sweet boy?”

“I want to talk to you, but I don’t want to sound unappreciative or like I’m not happy.”

I suppress a frown. “This doesn’t work without honesty. You won’t hurt my feelings. I need to know what works for you and what doesn’t. Tell me.”

He nods, pauses for a moment, then says, “I love everything we do. It’s so fucking hot, but I feel like you’re going easy on me…and that makes me feel like you don’t think I can handle what you want or like I’m not giving you what you need. I want to be good for you.”

His words wrap around me and hit the target in my chest. “You are. So good.” But he’s right. I have been going easy on him. I keep waiting for him to change his mind, and I don’t want to do something I can’t take back, but really, I can’t take any of it back. When this ends, is it going to be so different if I really hurt him or piss on him or deny him orgasms compared to what we’re doing now? I don’t think so. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, and it’s clear I’m not quite being what you need.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not—”

I press my fingers to his lips. “Shh. It is, and that’s okay. I’m very proud of you for talking to me. Follow me.”

I haven’t taken Jay up to my room yet. I don’t know what’s held me back, but I take him there now, lead him upstairs to my large room with a king bed against the side wall and a balcony along the back. “Sit on the edge of the mattress.”

I go to the walk-in closet and pull out a tub of supplies. Some of them I had before, but others I’ve collected since I started this with Jay to have them around just in case. I pull out a crop, a dildo with a suction cup on the end, and satin ties.

Jay’s leg is bouncing when I come back into the room, and his eyes widen at what I’ve brought out to play with. “You asked for this.” I toss him a wicked smirk.

“I want this,” Jay replies, which makes my blood sing.

After setting everything on the nightstand, I pull out a bottle of lube. “Lie with your head over the side of the bed. I’m going to use you for my pleasure first. That’s what you’re here for, right? To be my toy…to make me come.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be nothing but a hole for you if that’s what you want.”

My heart jerks in my chest, banging into my ribs like a battering ram. “Such a good little hole.”

I take off my jeans and underwear, Jay moving into position. My cock juts out hard and achy, free of the confines and ready to let loose. Stepping over to him, I spread my legs and straddle his head, rubbing my full balls all over his face.

“Hell yes.” Jay sucks in a deep breath through his nose as I mark him with my scent.

“That’s it… You love it between my legs, don’t you? I bet you could live right there, survive on my smell to soothe you and what’s in my balls to sustain you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Marshall,” he says, before my nuts rest against his mouth.

“Lick.”

Jay doesn’t have to be asked twice, lapping at my sac like he’s been denied something he needs to survive, like his only job in this whole world is to be my ball licker and there’s nothing he could ever want more.

I’m already on edge. It’s amazing how fast he can do that to me, but I’m not nearly done with him yet. I use my fingers to smack his erection, which is leaking on his belly. Jay’s body bows up as he gasps into my nuts.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.” He’s breathless and writhing, which brings a smile to my face.

“I love the way you give yourself to me…how much you want me.” I don’t think anyone has been so open in their desire for me before, so raw and hungry for me. “You make me feel like a king.”

“You are, Sir…to me. Please, can I have your cock?”

Another smile pulls at my lips. “How can I say no when you ask so prettily?” I position myself in front of him. “Open.”

Jay’s lips stretch wide, and I slowly push my cock inside, watching the head disappear, torturously slow, deeper and deeper. I don’t go all the way in, don’t bury myself in his throat just yet, before I pull off.

“More,” he begs, and damn, the jittery want inside me when I hear that word from him nearly makes my legs give out. Jay is so fucking incredible, so responsive and open. For the first time in my life, I want to uncover every one of someone’s secrets.

I push forward again, watch him take me, note that he loves handing over this control to me.

I go deeper this time before I pull back.

“I’m going to bury myself here.” I touch his throat. “Going to watch it bulge for me while I fuck your pretty mouth. You’re not to come, sweet boy. If you do, there will be a punishment. If you need me to stop and can’t speak, tap your hip.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The words are hardly out of his mouth before I’m thrusting into it. Jay gags when my cock hits the back of his throat. My hips tilt backward before I snap them forward again, fucking his face like it’s his hole, taking my pleasure, savoring the feel of his hot, talented mouth and losing myself to the sounds of his gagging and struggled breathing.

“Look at you, giving this to me. I can do anything to you, can’t I? You’re my little toy, here for my pleasure, and you love it. Pleasing me is all the satisfaction you need, isn’t it?” His legs bend, toes digging into the mattress. I watch for his hand to move to his hip, for him to signal it’s enough. He doesn’t, but I still pull back.

Jay gasps, his face red and tear streaked. His cock is still throbbing and hard, and damned if it’s not the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“More…please, Sir.” He grabs for me, but I take his hands, not letting him move.

“You’re good?” I ask, just to be sure.

“I’m perfect.”

And really, he is, in more ways than he realizes.

I feed him my erection again, wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him while I fuck him. I alternate between that and making him lick my sac, letting it rest against his nose, and then using his mouth again.

When I pull back, drool is running down his neck and face, mixing with the tears, making me soar.

“This is such a gift… You are such a gift. You don’t know what it does to me, having you give yourself so freely.” I cup his cheek, and Jay nuzzles into my hand like he needs my touch.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you, my good boy.” A shiver visibly runs the length of him, and he smiles at the praise. “Jesus, you’re cute. Lie with your head on the pillows.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When he does, I pull his arms over his head, tying the satin around them and then to the bar that goes along the bottom of the headboard. To others it’s just part of the bed, but it’s there for this reason.

When I finish, I pick up the crop and smack his right thigh.

“God yes!” he cries out, so I do it again, then move to his left and treat it to the same torture. Each one gets higher and higher, but then I skip his cock and balls, smacking it down on his pecs.

Jay pulls at the binds, breathing heavily, gaze unfocused and blissed out, while he squirms and begs for more.

“Can you…um…” he starts, and I smack his thigh again. “Try it…” Smack. “On my…” Smack. “Oh fuck! On my balls.”

I stop and look at him, at his pretty tear-streaked face. His gaze darts away, unsure, as if he thinks that’s something I wouldn’t want. Deep down, he must know it’s not true, but he’s so vulnerable to me now, so raw and exposed, it’s hard not to feel every little thing.

“I would love to beat your balls,” I say with a grin I hope is both playful and shows him how serious I am.

“I don’t know about beating them.”

“I do.” I pump my brows and can see that he trusts me, that he knows I won’t hurt him or give him too much. “Safe word if we need to stop. Yellow if we need to slow down. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I start out soft, too soft, giving his nuts a little smack, smack, smack over and over again with the crop. His balls lift, pulling high as I continue slightly harder, then his thighs again, before returning to his sac. Pecs…sac.

Jay’s head jerks from side to side, knees up as he fights to keep himself still.

His dick starts to go soft, but every time I try to stop, he begs, “I like it. Don’t stop.”

“I like to see you suffer for me too.” Smack, smack, smack. “You give yourself to me so beautifully, sweet boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Smack. “Fuck!” Smack, smack, smack. Thighs. Nuts. Chest. Nuts. His face is wet with tears again, and I deliver one more whack, this one to his cock, when he says, “Yellow.”

I drop the crop. “Good boy. I’m so very proud of you for telling me to slow down. You’re so, so good for me.” I climb onto the bed with him, my own dick still throbbing, and immediately untie him, pet him, pull him close, kiss his tears. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…” He writhes against me. “I want to keep going with everything else, but the crop…that’s all I needed to slow down with.”

I roll to my back, pulling him with me. Jay comes easily, straddling me and lying against my chest. I tilt his head up and take possession of his mouth, pushing my tongue inside and tasting every part of him.

I pull back enough to say, “Rub yourself on me. Let’s get you hard again,” then kiss him some more. My hands move to his ass, cupping the cheeks. Jay ruts against me, thrusting his groin against mine. My finger sneaks into his crease, and I circle his little hole.

He whimpers into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. Have I ever smiled while kissing someone before? I’m not sure that I have.

“Look at that…your cock is hard again.”

“Yes, Sir. Can we keep going? Can I ride you?”

“No, pet. I have other plans for us.”

But I want what he said. I want so much more with him, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill.