Chapter 11 Lust #2
The plug was a decent size, stainless steel. It would feel heavy and require him to clench to keep it in. I tapped his lips with it. “Open up.”
He parted his mouth, and I slid the plug inside.
“That’s it. Get it warm.”
I massaged his ass and thighs, my gaze pinned on his face while he suckled on the plug in his mouth.
“I have a room where I keep toys and devices. I used to bring escorts there, but I’ve grown tired of it.
Maybe I’ll show it to you later.” I tapped the base of the plug, and Leo’s eyelashes fluttered.
“I have a set of these, new. A few are much bigger than this one. Hard, cold, and heavy. Would you like to try them later?”
He nodded, moaning around the toy in his mouth. He was flushed, freshly aroused.
I took the base of the plug and fucked his mouth with it, rubbing his tongue. Leo writhed, clutching his knees to his chest, lifting his tail end from the mattress. His eyes were glassy, and they seemed to beg. He whimpered.
Wasn’t he sated?
I looked down. His little cock curved up, the head dark with blood. His puffy hole clenched and opened, drops of creamy cum clinging to the rim. Grunting, Leo clenched again. He was struggling to keep himself closed.
No, my mate wasn’t satisfied.
“Look at that hole. It’s still hungry. I need to fuck it some more.”
Again, the eager nodding. He was adorable.
Bracing myself on the back of his thighs, I pushed my cock back into him, and Leo groaned, throwing his head back.
“I’ll give you one more load. Keep the plug warm, omega.”
Oh yeah, my Leo needed this. His euphoric cries were muffled around the plug. Slick bubbling out and cum frothing, I fucked him deep and fast. I made him come one more time and, breathing in his juices, I lost it only a few seconds later.
I took the plug from his mouth and kissed him. With his tongue teasing mine, I pulled out my cock and swiftly replaced it with the warmed-up toy. Leo sucked in a breath of surprise, and when his rim clamped on to the toy, he hummed with contentment.
“Does it feel nice to have a big, hard plug in your fucked-out hole?” I whispered.
“Yes. Thank you so much for plugging your cum in me.”
I nuzzled his face. “Will you ask for permission if you want to pull it out?”
I was gauging how far he would go with me. With how he looked at me now, he’d do whatever I told him. The power he gave me made me dizzy.
“I’ll hold it until you order me to pull it out.” He gazed up at me reverently. There was no coyness in his expression and no teasing, just honesty and simmering lust.
“It’s heavy. You’ll have to work to keep it in.”
“I will. I’ll keep your cum safe.”
“Such a good omega.”
The curtains shielded the room from the late afternoon sun, and Leo looked almost dreamlike in the dim light. His eyelids drooped with pleasure, golden lashes brushing his cheeks. The faint bruises on his chest were barely noticeable now.
I smoothed my hand over his exposed chest, his nipples leaving wet smears on my palms. “They look full. Do you need me to empty them?” Saliva was already gathering in my mouth.
“Please, Master.”
The longing look suited him.
As soon as my lips closed over his nipple, a hush seemed to fall over us. After our wild coupling, his cries and my growls, the quiet felt like we’d entered a different world. Leo’s hands dove into my hair, and he sighed contentedly. His flesh yielded, easy to draw deep into my mouth.
“Thank you so much,” he whispered. Cupping his ass, I put a little pressure on the base of the plug, and he hummed. “Mmm, yes. I’m full. So much cum. It feels so good.”
I’d brought him pleasure and calmed him down. He was satisfied and even sounded happy. Closing my eyes, I let go of my worries and allowed myself to live in the moment until the trickle of milk weakened. Then I licked and kissed Leo’s drawn-out nipples.
Could it be that only two days ago, I hadn’t even known him?
It felt like he’d always slept in my bed. Like he’d always been a part of me.
Resting on my back, I gathered him to me, and he went willingly, cuddling to my side and throwing his leg over mine. He caressed my cock and rested his hand over my balls. His touch felt a tad possessive, and I liked it. I tapped the base of the plug, and he let out a soft moan.
What time was it? Leo must be hungry. “I should make you dinner.”
“You don’t have to feed me.”
“I want to. What would you like?”
“Whatever you’re in the mood for.”
He wasn’t making it easy for me to be a better person. I liked his obedience and timidity, and I loved it when he called me his Master. Except my satisfaction was dimmed by guilt.
“Leo, I think I still need to clarify a few things.”
“I’m listening,” he said warily.
“What we say in the moment when we make love, you like that, right?”
“I do. I need it. I love it when you’re rough with me, give me orders, and call me names.” He paused, squirming against me. “I like being spanked, held down, humiliated, and controlled. Everything I said at the club on Friday.” A deep breath. “And more.”
More. We’d do more. So much more. Now wasn’t the time for that, though.
“I like all of that too.” I cleared my throat, steering my mind away from the gutter. “But you must understand that I don’t expect you to act tame or obey me twenty-four seven or anything like that.”
He was silent. What was going on in his head? In a few years, I’d be fifty, and I had no idea how to navigate a relationship.
“I can’t read your mind, Leo. The dragon knows you, and I can clearly feel when you’re upset or afraid, but I can’t always know why or what to do to make you happy.
I need you to be honest with me. Tell me when you don’t like something or when you disagree with me.
Please, tell me. And yes, I get off on you surrendering to me when we fuck.
You calling me Master for the first time when I shoved my tongue inside you was about the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
But that doesn’t mean I want you to do what I say at all times. Do you understand?”
A few seconds ticked by before he replied. “I do. Thank you for explaining.”
Did he? Really? Because he still sounded timid, and it wasn’t that I didn’t like it, but he didn’t seem like the Leo I’d met on Friday night.
“And I don’t expect you to have our child right away. I’ll wait for however long you need me to.”
He kissed my chest without saying anything else.
Maybe it was wishful thinking, but my mate seemed to be more energetic tonight. He smiled often, even uttered a careful joke here and there, always checking my reaction like he was worried he’d step over some imaginary line.
I tried to reassure him, but apparently, after you yelled at people and threatened them, they were reluctant to trust you. I deserve this for being a thoughtless monster.
We walked around the garden for a while as the sky darkened.
Leo moved slowly, carrying the plug, and if it weren’t for my staff, I’d have probably pushed him up against a tree and had my way with him.
Usually, I preferred to be alone when I was at home, but now I’d told my security to take extra measures.
Even though there was no reason to believe Altera knew where Leo was hiding, I was glad to see the small light in the booth by the gate.
One more guard stayed at the guesthouse, monitoring the cameras and sensors, and another walked the premises.
After the short airing, I opened a bottle of wine for us in the living room. Leo shuddered a little when he sat down, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Are you comfortable, omega?”
“Yes, Master.” He smiled, his expression almost smug. “I’m full and content.”
He still has my cum in him.
A while longer, and then I’d tell him to pull it out.
He accepted a glass of wine, swirling the ruby liquid around, putting his nose inside, and taking a deep swig like a seasoned sommelier.
“You seem to know what you’re doing.”
“Not at all. I’ll either drink it or not. Don’t expect me to know anything about it.” He tasted some more. “But I like this one. Smoky and rich, but not too sour or sweet. It’s good.”
“Glad you like it.” I tried some, too. The full, comforting flavor carried undertones of dry plums and an oak barrel. I hummed. “Very nice.”
“I thought you preferred whiskey,” Leo said.
“Why?”
He looked around, glancing at the bar shelves and then toward the second bar in the kitchen area. Then he shrugged, smiling carefully.
“Because my home is stocked better than an Irish pub. I get it. See, I can’t get drunk, but I like the taste.”
Leo frowned. “I’ve wondered about that. You really can’t? Not even a little?”
“Not even a light buzz. My metabolism works through the alcohol in minutes.”
“Isn’t it a waste, then?”
“No. I love the burn of it in my mouth. Maybe it tastes differently to you than it does to me, I don’t know.
I like strong tastes. Coffee, dark chocolate, red meat, alcohol.
Oh, and chili. See those?” Three round pots sat by the window, only blooming so far, and more chili plants grew outside on the sunny side, protected from the wind.
“Those are all chilis?” Leo asked.
“Yes. Seven different sorts.”
Leo looked at the plants for a while, then snorted a half laugh, shaking his head.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just…” He grinned, looking so irresistible I had to stroke his cheek.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s the chilis. I wondered if you could breathe fire. But then…” Another chuckle. “You’re a freaking dragon.”
“I am. And I can’t. Not even after eating a bowl of California Reaper. Dragon shifters don’t breathe fire. I can’t imagine how that would work.”
Leo squinted at me, lips twitching. “I mean…how does any of that work?” He gestured toward me with the wine glass and took a sip. “Breathing fire wouldn’t be such a stretch.”
I chuckled. “Maybe not.”
“Lawrence, your assistant, said you’re the largest dragon he’s ever seen.”
“My dragon is big, yes. But he hasn’t seen that many dragons.”