17. Chapter 17 #2
Jinx is face down on my bed, pale ass in the air. His wrists are bound to the spreader, which is strapped to his ankles. He can hardly move at all, so I have to keep checking on him. Being bound like this is a big step for him—a huge step in trust.
“Green, yellow, or red?” I ask him what seems to be the hundredth time.
As expected, he growls at me. “Green.”
“I’m so proud of you. You haven’t complained once since we got home. You obeyed all my orders perfectly. Most importantly, you didn’t touch yourself. Do you need to come, Precious?”
“Yes,” he grits. “So much.”
“If you must know, I’m desperate, too. Whenever you’re being punished, I have to hold out too. You suffer, I suffer. We’re in this together.”
It took all my power not to take him as he cleaned the kitchen, cock swollen and angry red because I kept stimulating him.
“No coming until I’m done,” I tell him.
His cries are muffled by his face in the blankets. He can’t use his hands anyway, but that doesn’t mean he can’t come untouched.
“Don’t worry. If you hold out for me, I’ll suck you down. Would you like that?”
“Yeah… I mean… yessir.”
Standing at the foot of the bed, I run my hands over the soft skin on his ass, his rim clenching and unclenching, gleaming from the lube. It’s open and ready for me. Too bad his cheeks aren’t red anymore.
I climb into the bed and sit on my knees behind him.
“You’re so damn sexy, my pet. I wish you could see how stunning you look like this. I generally don’t do a lot of bondage, but this works well for us.”
We’ll need to work up to using his necklace/collar and his bracelets. Perhaps he’ll let me use a leash on him. That will be a slow process. If he never lets me, then so be it. He’s more important.
Holding my shaft, I nudge the tip against his rim and gently sink into him. My thumbs keep his cheeks spread as I pull out and push back in. This is the first time I get to watch my cock fuck him. Memories of the last time I did this try to intrude, but I lock them away for now.
I’ve been achingly hard for Jinx most of the day, so this shouldn’t take too long, as much as I would like to draw it out.
He feels amazing, wrapped around me. We fit perfectly, like matching puzzle pieces. He squeezes so tight that I have to breathe through it. I dig my fingers into his meaty flesh and close my eyes to think about something else for a moment.
I slowly roll my hips, gently fucking him as my hands roam over his back. It’s smooth other than the scars. So many fucking scars.
I pump faster and a little harder, hard enough to hear slapping skin and the squelching of my lubed cock fucking the most perfect ass. The force pushes out little grunts from him that I relish and adore.
Having Jinx prone, giving his body entirely to me, is a gift that quickly sends shivers through me and tingles down to my nuts. Heat spreads as I inhale our arousal. It’s earthy and feral.
It’s happening quickly now. I’m at that point where I don’t care if I come already. I just need it, letting it happen naturally.
Each time I pound into him, I grunt louder, and so does he. It’s noisy and erotic.
“You’re so perfect, Precious. You feel so good around me.”
Jinx clenches tighter in response, and I nearly come right then. I smack his ass, and he stops. “Not yet…” I rasp.
He’s held out well for me, so after a few minutes, I let go. My mind clears, solely focused on the growing pressure. I pummel his ass and throw back my head, crying out as I explode into him.
When I’m fully spent, I pull out. Jinx winces, but he remains unmoving and keeps silent.
He squeezes his hole again, and some cum spills out. I roll my finger over the glob and push it back in. “I love watching my cum spill out.”
Jinx lets out a pathetic mewl, unable to take it anymore.
“Does my pet need to come?”
“Yes…” he cries. “Please make me come, Daddy.”
“Begging is always a bonus.”
I unclip his wrists from the spreader, then I remove the toy from his ankles.
He rolls onto his back, his cock hard and red as hell.
It’s leaking everywhere. I swipe the head with my thumb and suck on his bitterness, pulling a gasp from him.
“Please, sir,” he whines again. “I’ll do anything to come. ”
“Anything? I’ll take that under advisement.”
He scowls and snarls, making me chuckle. My feral badger.
I hold his cock and wrap my mouth around it. His hands instantly work through my hair, and his head is thrown back, keeping his legs up and bent at my sides.
It takes less than a minute before he’s shooting into my mouth. I love a needy cock. I love making my partners so aroused over a long period that they can’t contain themselves. It’s fucking hot.
When he’s done, Jinx lies flat on the bed, arms and legs spread out, his chest heaving. “Thank god… I’ve never been so desperate to come in my life.”
I take one of his ankles and rub it, then the other.
“I’m fine,” he says. “It didn’t hurt.”
“Or you can just let me spoil you.”
Jinx cracks an eye open and smirks. “I wouldn’t say no to a little spoiling.”
And I do. It’s one of my favorite parts of being a Dom. Maybe Jinx wasn’t the most well-behaved today, but he should be rewarded for using the spreader. His continued trust and vulnerability need to be encouraged.
After I bathe him, he curls his body against me in bed, his fingers playing gently with my chest hair. I’ve quickly learned that Jinx is the most open and honest when he’s sleepy and snuggled into me, feeling the safest. I expect him to talk some more about his life, and he doesn’t disappoint.
“I’m protective of my life,” he whispers.
“What do you mean?” I ask, though I have a pretty good idea what he’s driving at.
“When I got snappy today… My life has never been my own. Now that it is, I’m… really protective of it.”
“You mean your autonomy?”
“Yeah. I don’t like it when people tell me what to do. I mean, you order me about all day, even when I’m not with you. I just mean…”
“I understand. Even though I order you around, you’re still here willingly.”
“Exactly. I just… I just want to live my life and have a say in everything that I do. So when I’m told that I shouldn’t do something because of x, y, and z, I get… defensive.”
I’m not sure how Jinx does it, how it opens up my heart to him. Every time he shows a vulnerable side, it swells my ego. To be trusted by someone like Jinx is an honor. It’s also terribly fragile. He protects his autonomy, and I must protect him at all costs. He deserves to feel safe in all ways.
“I understand that more than you know. I never went through what you did, clearly, but my parents owned my life. It wasn’t until college that I started finding myself.”
“It’s your turn,” he says.
“My turn?”
“You’re going to tell me more about Jude. I don’t wanna talk anymore about myself until you do. It’s starting to feel one-sided.”
Fuck. I tried to delay the inevitable, not wanting him to believe that I’d turn my back on him as I did with Jude. Jinx also deserves to know.
So be it.