Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Mal
Bottom's Up
I’m not expecting it, at all, when he tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I’m not about to apologize for my erection digging into his shoulder, either. I laugh all the way down to the fun room while he playfully swats my ass every few steps. Todd is a big man. Massive. He’s 6’9” and firmly muscled from what he does for a living.
When he first returned home my mind spun out a fantasy of me jumping up on him naked and him fucking me standing right there in the kitchen.
Bad Mal. Behave. Enjoy this while it lasts in case it doesn’t.
Over the years, I’ve grown pretty adept at staying in the moment and reining in my imagination over a future that was murky at best.
No reason to blow that track record now.
I hear the beep of the electric lock when he punches his code in, and then he carefully edges through the door so as not to bash my head on the door frame.
After he flips on the lights—still not putting me down, mind you—he’s humming as he walks over to the cabinets and starts retrieving whatever it is he wants for tonight.
I can’t see what he’s getting, of course, because my current view is an upside-down one of his gorgeous ass in his jeans—yum!—and I’m not complaining about that in the slightest.
We turn and head over to the frame. I think he’ll put me down. Instead, once his other hand’s free, he reaches up and pulls down my shorts, tossing them on the floor.
“Shirt off,” he orders, and I immediately comply, dropping it on the floor.
Another couple of light bare-handed swats on my ass cheeks follow, and I’m squirming again but I can’t pry my legs free from his arm pinning them against him.
Then I hear a soft snick and cool lube drizzles down the crack of my ass.
“Oh, don’t stop squirming, baby,” he says, that low, sexy rumble vibrating through me. “I like it when you squirm.”
I start trying to do that and he chuckles, his arm like a warm vise against the backs of my legs, clamping them and immobilizing me.
That’s when I feel a finger slide between my cheeks and expertly home in on my hole.
I moan, my fingers now wrapped around his belt because I have absolutely no leverage or traction to rub my cock against his for relief. He slowly sinks his digit all the way inside me to the knuckle, finding my sweet spot and tormenting me as he laughs at my predicament.
“I was going to spank you,” he says, “but this is a lot more fun.”
I want to hump him while he fucks my greedy hole with his finger, and when he pulls it free I moan again, this time in disappointment.
“Don’t worry—we’re just getting started.” Two fingers breach me, deliciously stretching my rim, and my brain pretty much turns off and forgets how to speak English. Once he knows I’m down for that he seeks my button again, slowly massaging it.
I hope he’s okay with my cock leaking all over him.
That doesn’t last long enough for me to get off, though. He starts finger-banging me and just when I get close enough to the edge I think I’ll get off, he stops and I nearly scream in frustration.
“Please!” I gasp. “Please please please!”
“Aww, please what, baby? Please…this?” He rams three fingers inside me and I see stars but it’s still not quite enough to get me off. Especially when he doesn’t fuck me with them, just leaves them buried inside me, slowly scissoring them and loosening me up.
“Yes!” I gasp. “That! All of it! Please don’t stop! Please fuck me!”
He freezes. I still have one or two brain cells that haven’t gone swimming in endorphins that make me realize I might have just fucked up.
He turns his face to my hip, his teeth latching on but not biting down hard, just holding on.
Okay, yay, I like being bit. Good to know.
He doesn’t pull his fingers free, though. He nibbles and nips his way up my side and down my thigh, the limited real estate he can reach from my position. Especially my ass, and I wish I could just beg him to bite me and never let go.
“How many times did you come this morning?” he asks between bites.
“Uh…once.”
Bite. “Only once?”
“Y-yes.”
“Hmm.” Bite. “Good boy, saving it up for me.” He pulls his hand free, leaving me gasping and whining. I hear him wipe his hand off and he turns, picking something up. He carries me over to the frame but instead of putting me on it, like I think—and hope—he will, he stands me next to it.
“Lean against it, head on your arms folded over each other on it, and don’t move.” I assume the position. He nudges my feet wider apart, standing between them and pressing his still clothed body along mine.
His breath is hot in my ear. “You want to be my good boy?” he whispers.
“Yes! Please!”
He pins me to the frame with a massive forearm across my back while he reaches around me. Too late, I realize he’s got a cold bottle of water and he pours it on my cock, making me yelp.
His weight presses me against the frame. “Take it for me, boy,” he whispers, and it turns my yelps into whimpers. My hips involuntarily rock back against him and he chuckles. “That’s it.”
He drops the empty water bottle on the floor. Then his forearm disappears as he reaches around me and suddenly he’s fastening something on my wilted cock and balls. I have a moment to think what the fuck, but then he cups my junk, gently shakes it, and nips my left ear.
“This one’s silicone, not even the meanest one I have.
” He straightens, the forearm returning to my back as he steps to my side.
I miss his warm bulk on top of me, but he drizzles more lube down the crack of my ass.
I barely have time to process that when something not flesh presses against my hole.
“Push out,” he orders, and I do without hesitation. What feels like a huge butt plug easily slides in and settles into place as my greedy ass gulps it in.
He lets some of the weight off my back but starts rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s play a game, baby,” he says. “If you want to. Do you want to?”
I nod, willing to do nearly anything short of peeling my own skin off just to get relief. My cock is already hard again and straining against the confines of the chastity cage. I’ve never worn one of these before but believe me, I’ve fantasized about it.
“I need to hear you say it,” he says.
“Green! Please, please green!”
“Good boy. Do you want to hear the rules first?”
This is stupid, I know, but I shake my head. “I trust you.”
He pauses at that. I worry I said something wrong again but he steps between my legs, wraps his arms around me, and folds his body over mine. His hands find my nipples and gently tweak them. Every tug sends a corresponding surge of sensual energy straight to my cock, which twitches in response.
“No milker tonight,” he rumbles in my ear, and I whine in disappointment. He chuckles. “Hold on. I want to see if you can come for me like this. I think you can. I think you want to be a horny little slut for me, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I whisper.
It’s like I don’t control my body anymore. I’m squirming against him, needing this—needing everything he can give me, and more.
“Such a good boy for me. We’ll go over there and get comfortable, and I’ll put you on your knees so you can worship my cock. You don’t need to make me come, at first. I want to see how well you do it when you’re not tightly strapped down while being used as my sweet little fucktoy.”
I moan, rocking my hips against him, but it’s like trying to move a fucking tree.
“If you can come twice for me while you’re doing that, I’ll let you negotiate to take the cock cage off overnight.
If you can’t, I’ll show you a variation of how we get bulls to give us jizz so we can breed cows and then put one of the meaner cages on you overnight.
You can take it off in the morning after you give me a breakfast blowjob.
Can’t have my boy wearing himself out jerking off, can I? ”
“Yes!” Who am I kidding? He’s deep inside my brain and yanking on control levers I didn’t even know existed, and I’m loving every fucking second of this.
“Yes, what?” he breathes in my ear.
“Yes, sir! Please let me do this!”
Another chuckle, and before I can process it, he scoops me up again and carries me over to a leather sofa tucked in a secluded nook in the back.
He puts a cushion on the floor for me, spreads a towel over it, and has me kneel, staring into my eyes as he toes off his shoes, yanks his spooged shirt over his head, and shoves his jeans down to step out of them, that massive, gorgeous cock springing free.
He sheds his socks then settles on the sofa, cupping my chin.
That’s when he holds up something in his free hand and I realize it’s a small remote control.
“Good boys learn how to come in a variety of ways, don’t they?”
I nod as much as I can because if he tells me he can train me to come from listening to violin music?
Sign me the fuck up, post haste.
He spreads his thighs and I dive for his cock, one of his hands settling in my hair and scritching my scalp.
“There you go. That’s what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?”
“Mmm-hmm!” I mumble around his cock. I can’t even get it all the way down my throat so I hope I get a long time to practice my deep-throat skills with him.
He studies the remote for a moment, holding it where I can see it, an evil smile lighting his features. “I might not have made it clear, but you can come more than twice, if you’re able.” His thumb hits a button.
My eyes roll back in my head and I’m glad his cock is in my mouth or I’d be screaming in pleasure.
The butt plug isn’t just vibrating—it’s pulsing and feels like it’s got something inside it rotating, stroking across my sweet spot, but not enough I can come.
I’m back on that edge similar to the way I was last night on the milker, pleasure so intense it’s borderline pain.
Just when I think I’m going to come, he tweaks the remote again and the vibrations slow, the pulsing stops, and I whimper around his cock.
He belly laughs, stroking my hair. “Aww, what’s the matter, pup? Did the mean old elk interrupt you?”
He leaves it on that setting and puts the controller on the couch so he can cup my head in his hands.
He doesn’t force me, but he guides me, talking me through licking his shaft the way he likes, swirling my tongue around the head and crown, how to flick the tip of my tongue along the underside, and dipping into his slip.
He’s leaking pre-cum. The way his voice turns hoarse, breathy as he instructs me, reminds me that I’m not the only one being tortured right now.
I want to do this, though. I want to learn how to do this right. I love the feel of his fingers tangling in my hair, the smoky embers in his brown gaze, every gasp and moan I coax from him.
“Good boy,” he says a while later, holding my head still on his cock. “Your turn.” He picks up the remote and the butt plug comes to life again, not as intensely as before, but steady.
He leans over and reaches under me to find my nipples, his chin rubbing against my back. I’m heady from the pleasure and his musky scent, his taste, the warmth of his flesh—everything.
“Let’s get your first one out of the way. Might want to spread your legs wider so you can find the right position for your hips.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers and I do what he says, although it’s hard to think.
Immediately, I see what he means. I slowly roll and rock my hips until the butt plug perfectly makes contact inside me, and that’s what does it. Pleasure slams into me, white heat lighting up my brain and my cock pulsing inside the cage as I squirt into it.
“That’s it,” he coos. “You found it, didn’t you? Such a good boy.”
It feels…so…fucking…good.
I mean, I’ve watched porn. I know it’s a thing for some guys, having their prostate milked, but I never realized how intense it feels.
My eyes slam closed as the orgasm doesn’t stop. It’s not a hard pop and release like a normal climax—it starts slower, building, ramping up and continuing in a way I’ve never felt before.
“I know, baby,” he says. “Enjoy it. Just imagine how good it’d feel coming like that while riding my cock, hmm? Me sitting here, and you grinding yourself on me until you get it. Bet you’d look gorgeous doing that.”
Honestly? I’m beyond speech.
Again.
I always thought that was bullshit, but here this man, in less than forty-eight hours, has taught me more about my body than I ever dreamed possible.
I never knew sex could feel so…amazing.
He releases my nipples and sits up, cupping my face again without dislodging his cock from my mouth and I’m.
Still.
Coming.
He smiles, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Goddamn, look at you, all helpless and gorgeous. I think we just found your new favorite thing.” He changes the setting on the butt plug again and I melt against his legs, gasping for breath around his erection as I finally get relief.
But we’re not done. I agreed to at least two.
And from the hunger in his gaze I know he won’t stop until he gets them.
Yay!