Chapter 17
Anson
Leaning over to give him a soft, almost too innocent kiss, I trailed my hands down his beautiful body as I straightened, aiming to get needy sounds from him. He moaned softly, but pinching his nipples made him squeak and I couldn’t resist chuckling. “What did I do? Tell Jasper. Remember, you’re making him hard.”
Because he was nearly as big a voyeur as Kennedy was an exhibitionist.
The only difference was that Jasper understood what he was when it came to that kind of stuff and Kennedy was just figuring things out.
“You pinched my nipples.” Kennedy managed to sound needy and whiny at the same time. “But only a little.”
“Oh, poor baby.” That got me the most adorable pout, but it disappeared in a flash as I swept my hands back up his chest and pinched them harder, twisting them just enough to have his chest arching up as he moaned again. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
Kennedy’s sigh was a mix of need and relief. “Yes, that was so much better, Master.”
Chuckling, I trailed my fingers down his torso, barely caressing him. “But there are other places you want to be tapped and flicked, aren’t there?”
Nodding, Kennedy hummed like he was looking at the best cake he’d ever seen. “Yes, because I’ve been so good and I even told you my limits. You said I was a very good boy.”
“That’s right.” Leaning over, I gave him another kiss before straightening. “You were a very good sub and didn’t expect me to read your mind or guess.”
Or just randomly agree to anything so I wouldn’t get upset.
Hearing how good he’d been got a wiggle from him and even his dick waved excitedly at me. “I knew that was important to you.”
So he wouldn’t have done it otherwise?
He’d push himself to risk making me upset because he didn’t want to make me upset?
“It is.” Overthinking the situation wouldn’t help, so I simply did my best to reinforce that limits were a good thing. “Thank you and remember that explaining your limits will make it easier for me to plan your experiment.”
His excited grin made him look like we were talking about presents at Christmas. “It’s going to be so much fun.”
Yep, still sounded like Christmas presents.
“And you’re going to get to come so many times.” Hopefully. “I can’t wait to have fun with you.”
And to reinforce that part, I flicked the head of his erection and smiled as he nearly came off the bed. “That’s right. Lots of fun and it’s going to be even better when I tap your dick with an audience.”
Shivering as he came down from the high the painful pleasure had given him as it’d flooded through him, Kennedy gave me an almost sleepy smile as he spread his legs wider. “Yes…so much fun and it’d…I’d have to tell Jasper it feels so good.”
Making Kennedy feel good was important too, so I slowly started stroking his dick as he worked his way through his thoughts. “Then he won’t worry and he can…and he can play with himself too.”
“Yes, no worries about anything I’m doing to my sexy boy.” Because Kennedy had made it very clear we’d talked about limits and that he was having fun. “But it’s hard to worry when you’re playing with yourself. Do you think Jasper is doing that?”
As I flicked the head of his dick again and leaned down to suck on the sensitive tip as he gasped and made the sexiest sounds, it seemed that the flash of pain sparked something in his brain.
Maybe pain did help him find where his brain cells had wandered off to…because his eyes got wide as he came back down and he finally looked over at the silent phone. “Oh, Master…you’re the naughty one.”
Jasper had muted his side to make sure Kennedy wouldn’t hear any distracting sounds, but I knew he was probably laughing on the other end of the phone. Especially when the first thing he’d heard after I’d hit the button to call him was me offering to tell Kennedy about some of our past escapades.
So I shook my head and gave Kennedy a dramatic sigh as I stroked my hands along the insides of his thighs. “No. I’m just being a thoughtful Dom and giving my boy what he wants.”
An audience.
And more pain to his dick.
A slap to his erection got a surprised gasp that turned into a moan. “That’s so…oh, Master. He…he heard you tap my penis.”
The adorable nut described it in the best way.
“Yes, he did.” Spreading Kennedy’s legs wider, I pushed his knees up so I had the perfect view of his sexy body. “And he heard just how much you like being tapped.”
Kennedy’s shiver said he liked that too.
“Let him hear more, naughty boy.” Crouching down between his legs, I licked his balls and around his taint as I pinched the tip of his cock.
Kennedy obeyed my order beautifully and cried out as the sensations swept through him. “Your tongue and that…you pinched…oh, your tongue.”
He liked my tongue too it seemed, so I flicked it over his pucker and grinned as he whimpered. “Oh, Master. Tongues are amazing.”
But since tongues weren’t the only thing I knew he liked, I let him feel my teeth.
Nibbling on the loose skin around his balls had him letting out a sexy, desperate sound, and pinching his taint as I licked up his erection like a popsicle had him spreading his legs wider and marveling. “That’s…oh, I didn’t know you could do…do that…and there…”
His mouth kept going but it seemed like his brains were starting to wander. Still, he kept up the sexy running commentary about how good it felt as he tried to explain what I was doing.
Jasper probably had no idea what was going on but that was a lot of the fun.
“You have such good teeth, Master.”
Yep, no idea what was happening.
But Kennedy didn’t seem to have an issue narrating the scene and no problems with being listened to either…and that was what mattered.
“That’s so…” His voice went high as I slapped his cock and bit down on the inside of his thigh at the same time. When the pain started to fade, his dick bobbed like it was desperate for attention, and Kennedy sighed. “Amazing.”
His almost drunk-sounding pleasure had me getting even harder, but I knew we weren’t at the point where my dick could come out to play. I’d promised Kennedy a spanking before he’d get filled with cum, so we had to get moving on that before he exploded and we had to start from the beginning.
Still, his cock was begging for attention, so I gave it another lick as I slowly rose, taking it deep one time before finally standing up. Kennedy gave me a pleading look and shivered as his hips thrust up to beg for more. “Please, Master. I was so good. I…I was very good.”
Losing his list of everything he’d done well was definitely a good sign.
“You were so good I’m going to give you a spanking.” Rolling one finger in a circle was all it took to have him scrambling to turn over. “Yes, that’s my eager boy.”
“I was very good. That’s right.” Kennedy repeated it several more times as he plopped his head down and pushed his ass up, his entire body clenching like it was desperately begging to come already. “Spanked and then…can I say it? You said…I should…”
Chuckling, I rubbed my thumb over his needy entrance. “What did I say would happen next? What is my sexy boy looking forward to? Jasper’s probably very curious about what you’re so excited about.”
Kennedy made the cutest embarrassed squeak and tucked his hand under his face but his dick tried to attack me…or orgasm…it was hard to tell the difference with all his squirming. “Is…is that an order, Master?”
“Yes, naughty boy.” Because he wanted it to be judging by the sexy way he was waving his ass at me. “Be a good boy and I’ll give you a nice spank.”
“Just one?” The drama in his voice had me trying not to laugh. He was the cutest mix of offended and frustrated. “That’s not…”
His pout and probably long-winded explanation of why it wasn’t a good enough bribe turned into a moan as my thumb inched into him. “That’s…”
Good.
He thought that was very good .
And it was just enough of his favorite sensations to bring his brain cells back from where they’d tried to wander off.
“Tell him, naughty boy…what’s got you so excited you’re pretending to be shy instead of the wicked little slut I know is in there.” Technically it was on his list of acceptable words to use in a scene, but I knew I was taking a risk.
It paid off.
He clenched around me and whined, but his body couldn’t hide how turned on he was. “You’re going to fill me with your cum, Master.”
“That’s right.” Rewarding him with a spank low on his ass, I could feel the pleasure fire through him as he tried to drag my thumb deeper into him. Jasper couldn’t see how sexy it was, but he could hear the smack and the beautiful sounds Kennedy made. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum and mark you as mine, aren’t I?”
He made a valiant attempt to answer with words but it turned into a strangled mess as I spanked him again.
It was sexy as fuck, though.
And it earned him another spank as I let the sensations build.
They were on the low end of what I knew he liked and light compared to what I thought he could take, but this was all about pleasure and fucking with his sexy brain, so I wanted him to be able to think and enjoy being listened to.
“You want to be filled with cum, don’t you?” Inching my finger in deeper and giving him another pop were good incentives to let his naughty side peek out.
All it took was one long moan and a clench around my finger for him to realize there was no point in fighting it. “Yes, Master.”
“And what kind of boys want to be spanked and filled with cum? Hmm?” Rubbing over the area I’d spanked, I rocked my thumb to give him a little stretch. “Oh, someone wants their hole filled. Who’s got a needy hole?”
That got me another embarrassed sound but it also had him nearly orgasming.
“Me, Master.” He took in a wonderfully dramatic, shaky breath and rocked back to get more of my finger. “ Your slut .”
The way Kennedy nearly moaned out the answer had me rewarding him with another spank and a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you for telling Jasper that you’re my slut.”
Kennedy’s brain seemed to come to a halt like it was glitching out and all he could do was clench around me and make the sexiest sounds.
So I rewarded him with another spank and did one better…I reached for the lube.
He was so distracted and turned on he didn’t seem to hear me opening it at all, but as I eased my thumb out of him, the beautiful sound of the lube was unmistakable.
And it got a sexy whimper from Kennedy as his ass wiggled, begging to be filled again.
“What’s that sound? Jasper might’ve missed it.” The question made Kennedy squeak, like he wasn’t sure if he was filled with more excited nervousness or embarrassed arousal. “How about you be a good boy and help him?”
He whined and squirmed…and then gave up pretending to be shy.
“The lube. It was the lube, Jasper.” Sucking in a breath, Kennedy let out a nervous yelp sound. “Mr. Jasper? Sir? Help, Master.”
Because manners needed to be observed?
“Mr. Jasper, slut.” Sliding two slick fingers about an inch into my needy boy, I smiled as he nearly came off the bed and let out the sexiest whine. “Tell Mr. Jasper how good that feels.”
“Stuffed and it’s…your…I…fingers, Master.” Kennedy was trying but his ability to form full sentences was failing.
“Yes, just two fingers make my needy boy so happy.” He was wonderfully sensitive. “If you beg sweetly and tell Mr. Jasper what a good slut you are for your Master, I’ll give you more.”
The promise of more if he was naughty for me got an embarrassed moan from Kennedy but his ass pumped and he wiggled again. “I shouldn’t…I’m not…”
Not putting up much of a fight and not using his safeword.
Still, I played along and barely pumped my fingers into him, only going up to the first knuckle to drive him crazy. “Aren’t you my good boy? Don’t you want more?”
Humming questioningly, I inched them back and forth again. “I can’t even reach your button like this and that’s your favorite part. You’re my sweet button slut.”
Kennedy loved his prostate and wasn’t afraid to make that very clear.
And his whine said he was tempted.
“You’ll…if I’m a good boy, you’ll play with my button?” His sweetly delivered question was filled with need and I knew it’d have Jasper gripping his dick even harder. “It’s lonely, Master. It needs attention.”
Such an adorable slut.
“Yes, if you’re a good boy, I’ll play with your button and even spank you again.” Tempting him, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock. “There are lots of places I can spank a naughty slut.”
His excited squeak made me grin, but I managed not to laugh. “I…I’m your good boy.”
“Then show me.” Barely wiggling my fingers got another needy sound from him. “I’m not going to play with your button until you give me what I want.”
His sigh was wonderfully dramatic. “You’re my Master. I forgot I belonged to you.”
How he’d forgotten that part I had no idea, but it was cute and very Kennedy.
“I’m…I’m Master’s good slut, Mr. Jasper.” Kennedy’s sweet tone just made the wicked words even more perfect. “I’m his slut, and since I’m a good boy, he’s going to play with my button.”
Sliding my fingers deeper, I paused just out of range of his prostate and Kennedy knew it too based on his needy whine. “What else am I going to do? Tell him, slut.”
The rush that went through Kennedy had him clenching around me as he moaned. “Oh…I…You’re going to spank me, Master.”
Sucking in a breath and tightening his muscles around me, Kennedy huffed and pouted. “Mr. Jasper, he’s…he’s going to spank my bottom too and my cock if I’ve been a very good boy. It’s…it’s one of my favorite things on my list.”
Reward time for my adorable slut.
Giving his prostate a nice, firm nudge got a happy moan from Kennedy, but his words were wound up and just kept coming as I rubbed the gland. “Oh, Mr. Jasper. He’s…Master’s making it feel so good.”
Rewarding his sexy as fuck sharing, I found the top of his prostate and made gimme fingers to tug at it just enough to send waves of pleasure through him.
Kennedy’s beautiful moan said he appreciated the attention too. “I love…I love my button but my friend Francis says buttons aren’t the best. He’s crazy, though. And cranky. Buttons are amazing and Master is so good to mine.”
Kennedy’s rambling was cut off by another moan as I started fucking him with my fingers, nailing his prostate with each thrust. “He’s going to spank me too. That’s so much fun and it sends sparks through me and he makes me…oh…he did it.”
Shaking as my hand came down on one cheek, Kennedy clenched around me and shivered as he rode out the sensations he loved coursing through him. “Did you hear? He spanked me. On my bottom. That’s such a good word.”
Kennedy could’ve kept going on his lecture about how good the word bottom was, but I’d promised him another spank in an even better place.
His cock.
“Oh, my…that’s…I’m going to…Oh, Master.” One light smack had him shaking but two sent him flying. “Mr. Jasper…he…he did it…”
Yes…I’d done it.