Chapter 20 Party #2
Biting my lip, I stroked myself harder. Davidson reached over and batted one of my hands away.
He fisted my cockhead and rubbed the piercing with his thumb.
He squeezed almost to the point of pain.
Almost. Then he looked outside, emotionless.
He pretended to ignore me while he held me in the center of his palm, and the mindfuck did great things to my libido.
I gazed at him, licking my lips, while he worked my cock lazily.
“Push with your ass. I want you to wet yourself like the wanton slut you are.” He said it in a bored tone, his gaze on the passing trees outside. We were nearing home. If I wanted to please him, I had to work for it.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the warmth of his hand. The emptiness in my hole. The wetness. He’d fuck me soon. Within an hour, I’d have his cum in me.
And within a few days, he’d breed me.
Grunting, I pushed, feeling the slick ooze out of me. My underwear was most definitely wet. I clenched and unclenched, hoping the slick would keep trickling out if I did that. My nipples tingled.
“Put your dick back into your pants.”
He pulled his hand away and sniffed at his palm. The gesture made my hole flutter. I pushed again, feeling another few drops of slick escape.
I quickly stuffed my erection into my underwear and zipped up. My pants were now uncomfortably tight, and butterflies swarmed in my belly.
When the car stopped, Davidson unbuckled.
“Stay put,” he said.
He walked around and helped me out of the vehicle, holding my hand. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist. The driver took off immediately.
As soon as the main door closed behind us, Davidson let go of me.
“Turn around.”
I turned my back to him. I hoped like hell the excessive wetness in my pants had managed to soak through all the way.
He hummed, the noise one of contentment, and I smiled. Bingo.
“For fuck’s sake, omega. You’re such a slut. Look at you. Even your pants are wet.”
I bent my head. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ve been having filthy thoughts all night. Will you punish me, please?”
“Take them off.”
I stripped where I was until I stood in the middle of the atrium, wearing only my shirt and the harness.
“Give me your panties.”
I handed him the wet piece of silk.
Davidson loomed next to me, appraising me. Then he took my hands and locked my wrists behind my back. He could easily hold me immobile with one hand.
Fisting the underwear, he brushed his knuckles over my straining cock. “I’m going to smack your hard dick with your filthy panties, omega.”
I whimpered. God, he was perfect. He knew what I needed better than I did.
“Please, Master.”
“Close your eyes.”
He counted to ten. Slowly. The wet fabric stung along the length of my cock, which jolted painfully with every hit. My erection throbbed, hot all over, and the slick now ran halfway down my inner thighs.
“Do you like it, darling?” he whispered, stepping out of his role.
Panting, I glanced up at him. “It feels incredible.”
He stroked my cock with the panties, chafing the sensitized skin, and I groaned. His face transformed into the evil scowl I loved so much. He smacked my cock again, hitting the exposed head, and I cried out.
“Tell me what you want, omega.”
Oh.
“That’s an order, boy. Tell me how you want to get off.”
He squeezed the base of my dick, hard.
“Well?”
A flood of images filled my mind, and I couldn’t possibly choose. I wanted everything. Anything.
“I want you to describe what you want me to do to you.”
What he offered—what would he think of me if he knew everything I liked?
“Speak, omega!”
Direct orders. Yes, please.
“I want you to violate my ass as much as you can without ripping it up.”
With his face right above mine, he searched my eyes. His glowed with fire.
“Is it something you desire? Because I don’t want to hurt you. I want to bring you pleasure.”
What came out of my mouth then surprised me more than it surprised him, but it was the truth.
“I trust you.” And if I ever said that to anyone else, I hadn’t meant it.
I meant it now. With my entire soul. “I trust you, Davidson. I want you to turn me into nothing but a big, stretched hole and then come inside me.”
His eyebrows drew together, his orange eyes flicking between mine.
“I’m going to pick you apart, my omega, fuck you into pieces, and then I’ll put you back together.”
With that, he let go. Panting, I stood on wobbly legs, shaking.
“Go upstairs, strip naked, and kneel in front of the bed. I need to get a few things. Don’t touch yourself.”
I did as I was told.
A scene like this required getting into the right mindset.
I would focus and prepare myself mentally, thinking through possible scenarios and reminding myself of the dangers and limits.
Waiting for Davidson on my knees by his bed, I didn’t have to do any of that.
I was shivering with need, and I was invigoratingly happy.
Whatever he’d do to me, it would be glorious. I knew—no pep talk needed.
The first thing he did when he came to the bedroom a few minutes later was hold a glass of water to my lips. I drank dutifully. I chanced a glance up his tall form. He wore nothing but a pair of dark-blue boxers and carried a black canvas bag in his hand. He put it on the bed.
“It’s going to take some time. Do you need to use the bathroom? Eat something?”
I shook my head.
“Are you ready now?”
I nodded.
“I want to hear it.”
“Yes, Master, I’m ready.”
I’d been ready my whole life.
Davidson cupped my cheek and placed the softest kiss on my lips. His beard brushed my skin.
“That’s the last time you speak. You’ll be quiet from now on unless I ask you a question. I won’t tie you up or restrain you, Leo. If something I do gets unpleasant, if you feel afraid, you say no, pinch me, or kick with your feet, and I’ll stop. Nod that you understand.” I did. “Good omega.”
Another chaste kiss, this time on my forehead, then he stepped away and walked around me.
“Hands behind your back, hold your wrists.”
It felt a little like being tied but not really.
“Kiss my feet.”
The deadpan delivery of his command went straight to my soul. I shuffled on my knees awkwardly and bent over, nuzzling the top of his left foot. Then I placed open-mouthed kisses all over it. The other one. His toes. I rained kisses all over his feet, and my mind emptied in the best way.
When he gently kicked me away, I rolled onto my side, gazing up at him.
With one foot, he stepped onto my chest, pushing me into the floor.
Breathing got just a tad more difficult.
He stroked himself above me, simply looking at me, how I lay there, under his foot, naked on the floor. Hard. Wet. Panting.
Then he averted his eyes and walked out of the room.
I knew better than to change position. I stayed where I was, splayed on the floor, unmoving.
When he came back a minute later, carrying a low stool, I followed him with my eyes, marveling at how calm I was. At peace.
He put the stool on the floor and rooted in the black canvas bag before pulling out a large dark object.
It was a blue silicon dildo, cone-shaped with a suction prop.
The widest part was huge, easily the size of a big knot, but it tapered into a long, thin tip.
He stuck the toy to the stool and gestured to it.
“Sit.”
I scrambled up and walked over to the stool. Crouching, I positioned myself over the silicon cone. The stool was low, and I struggled to retain my balance.
“Sit, omega!”
Davidson’s sharp command made me jolt.
I plonked down, and the toy speared my ass until my rim tightened around the wide part.
I couldn’t sink all the way. The fast invasion wasn’t painful but wildly uncomfortable.
I panted, wiggling, trying to find relief.
My legs trembled. My opening was stretched violently, but the thinning tip gave no fullness deeper where I craved it.
My face was level with Davidson’s dick. He came closer and glared down at me.
“Is it too big for you?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Hold on to the edges of the stool.”
I gripped the stool with both hands, holding myself awkwardly in the precarious crouch. My rim felt like a rubber band about to burst.
Holding the base of his cock, Davidson slapped me with it, smearing precum on my cheek.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Don’t lie. Describe it to me.”
“My hole feels empty inside, but my rim is stretched. It’s unpleasant. I can’t sit down all the way, and I don’t know how long I can hold myself like this. But I feel good because I obeyed you.”
“You’re a good boy. Open your mouth wide.”
Davidson put his cock on my tongue and began sliding in and out. He gripped my head, tilting it back, and held a gentle rhythm. The ridges rubbed my tongue. He retreated, his cockhead barely inside. I wanted to suckle on it, but he didn’t tell me to, so I stayed still, gaping like a baby bird.
“Inhale deeply and hold your breath.”
I did as I was told.
Keeping a firm hold on my head, he shoved his dick in deep, thrusting into my throat a few times. I choked, my throat spasming, but he didn’t relent, pushing through.
Five thrusts.
“Exhale and inhale.”
I gasped for a breath and coughed.
“Shh. You’re a hole, omega. You’re only a hole. Now take a deep breath and swallow that dick.”
My lungs burned, but my groin throbbed with arousal. I barely managed to hold my balance, the cone-shaped toy stretching my rim more and more, my legs shaking. I struggled to keep a grip on the edge of the stool, but my fingers were slipping. Another five thrusts right into my throat.
“Breathe. That’s it.”
Again.
I wobbled. My legs gave out, and my ass cheeks touched hard wood. Groaning, I let go and sat down. My rim felt like it would rip apart, and when I gagged, my eyes filled with tears.
“Look at me.”