15. Chapter 15
Mason
I have to grab Jinx’s wrists again when he reaches for my pants to undo them. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“But you said…”
“Silence.” His eyes are an ocean of blue when he looks up at me, filled with worry.
“I did not say you could look at me.” He instantly drops his head, and I let go of his wrists.
They gently fall into his lap. “You’re still learning, my pet, but if there are any more infractions, I’m going to have to punish you. ”
Jinx stays still and silent. Perfect. It must be difficult for someone so talkative and snarky to say nothing.
I gauge him carefully, watching for any sign of psychological or emotional discomfort.
When he gave me the green light earlier, not understanding that it was a yellow, concerns me.
I worry that he’s not entirely clear about consent.
It would make sense, since there were no boundaries around his body when he was a kid.
But he was also with women. They would be clearer, so hopefully he learned.
It’s my job to ensure his physical, mental, and emotional safety.
I stand in front of him and push the chair back.
“You can touch me now. Undo my jeans, pull them down with my underwear just over my ass, and take out my cock. You will please me to the best of your ability. I want to feel you gag around me. I want to see watery eyes. When I’m fully satisfied after coming, you will clean me up with a hot washcloth that’s sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink.
There will be no speaking except to tell me which color, but you will keep your eyes on me as you suck me off. Nod if you understand.”
He gives me a quick nod.
“You checked it off on your list of dos, but how do you feel about being blindfolded? Answer in color.”
He thinks about it a moment before saying, “Green, Daddy.”
“Did anyone blindfold you before? Shake or nod your head.”
Jinx quickly shakes his head. Good.
“Before we start, tell me if you’re at green, yellow, or red, my pet. Look at me when you answer.”
He gazes upward with determination on his face and says, “Green, sir.”
“Very well. Let’s begin. Remember my instructions. Do not deviate.”
Jinx stands on his knees and reaches for my pants. He pops the button first. Next, the zipper slides down. Nimble fingers dig into the band of my jeans and underwear, pulling them down and over my swollen cock.
I’ve been aching for him since he sat on his new pillow. So beautiful. So compliant. Or he tries, anyway. And that’s what matters the most. His effort to please me is everything.
He wraps those lovely, calloused fingers around my cock, eyes meeting eyes, and licks the tip. My body wants to tremble from the slight, yet overstimulating sensation, but I control myself.
His tongue curls around and underneath the glans, slowly stroking me, which kicks up my heart rate.
That tongue slides and rolls on the underside of my cock, catching all those sensitive spots like an expert acupuncturist. He worships it, giving me just enough, but not letting me build too quickly.
Still holding my length, he pulls back and blows on the wetness, sending uncontrollable shivers through my body.
Oh, yes. He’s very fucking good. I also hate the reasons why he is. I push those negative thoughts out of my head and focus solely on Jinx.
When he opens his mouth wide, he glances away. I fork my fingers through his hair and grab a chunk of it. I don’t need to say a word. His pretty blues land back on me.
Jinx slowly sucks me down, mouth stretching.
His eyes start watering as he reaches as far as he can go.
Or so I thought. He wiggles his head a little and breathes through his nose as he pushes himself.
His lips end at the root, his nose nestled in the hair, while he uses the back of his tongue to stimulate me. Jesus. He’s definitely a pro.
I want to pull out of his mouth. I want to stop this. My cock doesn’t like the thought of what happened, as I imagine scenes of what was done to him. It’s starting to consume me, and I soften.
An irritating growl slips out. Jinx instantly pops off, gagging a little as he does, drool spilling down his face. It’d be hot if I weren’t so worried about him.
He’s a fucking challenge. While I’m usually so self-assured in this dynamic, I’m constantly in doubt when it comes to him.
“Don’t. Stop. I said green, dammit! Trust me.”
I raise a brow and fist his hair again. “I did not give—”
“No. You’re worried about me when I’m telling you not to be. I’m okay. Please. Trust me.”
“We’ll deal with your insolence later, but—”
“Fine, punish me. I don’t care, but if I feel afraid in any way… I. Will. Tell. You. You said this is about trust, right?”
“Trust doesn’t always trump trauma, Jinx. You know this.”
“And I know when I’m freaking out. I want to please you right now. I feel safe with you.”
I run my thumb across the corner of his mouth, spreading the spit along his skin.
His eyes gleam, and he smiles crookedly. “Maybe it’s you who should get out of his head.”
I smile back and lean down. “You’ll pay for that remark.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Brat,” I chuckle. His words work to calm me down. Just like that, I’m thrown into my element again. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s even smarter than I gave him credit for. “Now, get me hard again.”
Jinx doesn’t hesitate to swallow me all the way down to the root again. With each lick and suck, I swell more and more until I’m solid again. I let go and allow myself to feel his mouth and stay out of my head.
His blue eyes water, and a tear slides down. I have a feeling he’s doing it for my benefit. I have no doubt he can deep throat without gagging.
“Beautiful… So beautiful.”
He blinks slowly, and his eyes gleam with pleasure at my praise.
The wet heat envelopes me, beyond my cock. I feel it in my balls, my gut, up my spine. Jinx worships me. His eyes never leave mine, obeying me so perfectly. It’s better than I ever imagined.
His free hand fondles my nuts as he gags around me. This time, I have no control over the arousing shudders that course through me. I breathe through the growing pressure, slowing down the inevitable. Jinx is going to make me come way too quickly.
I grab a handful of hair again to force him to pop off. He gasps for air, eyes streaming with tears, with more strings of drool from my tip to his lip.
“Sexiest fucking thing…” I whisper. I know I told him no expletives, which goes for me, too, but it just slips out. He deserves to know how he makes me feel. How turned on I am.
He licks his swollen mouth clean and blinks up at me, eyes looking bluer against the redness.
Jinx parts his lips and sticks out his tongue for more.
I shouldn’t encourage him. He needs to know his place during our sessions, but fuck it. I can’t resist him. The tip of my cock rests on his tongue, and he sucks it, swallowing me down again, this time with no hands, which are resting on his lap. He’s choosing to trust me not to choke him.
“Do you want me to come, Precious?”
He nods as best he can.
“Make me come.”
Jinx bobs his head faster, using all the tools he has at his disposal: expert tongue, tight lips, and groping fingers. Just when I think he’s going to finish me off, he pulls back and suckles the tip of my cock. Then he’s aggressively back at it.
“I said make me come, not tease me. That’s another punishment.”
His eyes gleam as he licks the underside of my length.
As much as I want to smile back, I don’t.
My eyes slide closed, completely out of my control, as the erotic fire burns through me. Then I explode. I grunt my pleasure, pumping cum into his mouth. He licks up every single drop I give him. Chills break out across my skin, and my heart feels like it’s slamming against my breastbone.
“Fuck,” I exhale as I come down from my sexual high.
I’m weak-kneed. Trembling. I want to fall, but I don’t.
It takes me a moment to gather myself, and when my eyes finally open, they’re on his stunning blue ones, and his mouth still wrapped around my softening cock.
I swipe away the tears from his face with my thumb, unable to stop looking at him as a wave of emotion crashes over me. Not from my orgasm. It’s him, and how perfectly he belongs at my feet.
“You can let go now,” I order.
I slip out of his mouth, and he sits there like a good pet. His cock is hard, resting between his thighs.
“Would you like relief?”
He nods.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
He shakes his head.
I breathe in to hide my smile.
“Why is that? Speak.”
“Because I was a brat on purpose.”
“You definitely were. You disappointed me by not listening. I didn’t tell you to be playful, did I?” I graze his cheek with the backs of my fingers—a sweet touch in contrast to my stern words.
Jinx shakes his head again, looking properly contrite.
“Oh!” he suddenly exclaims, stands, and rushes off to the kitchen. He soon returns with a wet washcloth. Jinx sits back onto his knees and cleans my cock of cum and saliva. When he’s finished, he sets it on the floor, pulls up my underwear and jeans, then zips me back up.
I cup his chin. “Good job, my pet. You remembered, and that pleases me.” I drop my hand and scrutinize him. “I think keeping you unsatisfied is the best punishment for you instead of a spanking.”
His shoulders sag, but he nods, frowning. I’m not sure whether he’s unhappy about not being able to come or about not getting spanked.
“How do you feel?” I ask him. “About all this.”
He smiles like a cat, his eyes so hooded they’re nearly closed, taking on a dreamy state. “I like that I made you lose control.”
I chuckle at that. “It made you feel powerful?”
“Yeah, I guess it did.”
Usually, I wouldn’t ask that, but we’re still building our trust and relationship.
“I want to give you sweet words and orgasms, my pet. You have to let me do these things for you, but I can’t if you misbehave.
” Rewarding him without consequence will make this dynamic feel hollow.
Rewarding him when it’s earned will be that much sweeter for him and me.
A proper balance of correction and punishment helps build trust and intimacy.
Quickly learning with his eyes downcast, he sits there, listening, and doesn’t speak unless spoken to.
I slowly walk around him, thinking about what I should do. Nothing too severe, but he needs to remember it.
“Stand,” I order.
He does, still being so good for me.
I pick up his pillow and toss it in the corner next to the fireplace. “You’re in time-out. Sit back down and face the wall. Do not speak or look around. Choose a comfortable position because you’ll be there for a while. I’ll tell you when you can stop.”
Jinx faces the wall and sits cross-legged.
I walk away to do other things. It will be hard not to keep playing with him, so a distraction is in order.
I head over to a cabinet next to the kitchen where I keep loose ends and pull out a monitor with a camera. I used to use it on my subs to keep an eye on them. I plug it in and have the camera face Jinx.
He’s being perfect. You can tell he’s starting to fight his need to be contrary. He wants to please me, which is a beautiful thing. My beautiful disaster. Perfectly imperfect. That’s exactly what he is.
While I’m still nervous about taking him on, I also love this.
Satisfied he’ll behave, I get a start on the vodka sauce for tomorrow night.