Chapter 25 #2
Since that was obviously what he wanted to hear, I hummed approval and went back to sweetly tormenting his cock. “Yes. I might need a new headboard to make sure I have options, though.”
Mine wasn’t going to work if he wanted to fight against it.
“That...I...” His thoughts seemed to vanish as his hips wiggled and he pouted. “It’s tight.”
That was interesting.
“Just relax and let me enjoy you, boy.” Softly sprinkling kisses over his face, I kept my voice low and even. “This is just as perfect as I knew it would be.”
He tried to obey and I could feel the way he was doing his best to relax back into the bed, but his body wasn’t cooperating. “It’s so...it’s big, Master, I...”
“Are the sensations big?” When he nodded, I brushed my lips against his. “Big feelings for a sweet trapped cock.”
And they just kept getting bigger as I rubbed over his slit and around the head that was peeking out of the cage.
I was pretty sure part of him was suffering for me, but it was obvious his cock was responding to the gentle pain and it seemed to be short-circuiting every brain cell my boy had.
He probably wouldn’t come from just playing like this, but it was obvious it made him feel submissive from the soft whines and little whimpers that escaped.
When his body wouldn’t decide if his hips wanted to thrust up for more or try to escape, we hit the point where subspace sucked him under one more time. Once he was flying, I left his tender cock alone and reached for the lube again.
He was so gone I had his legs spread and was sliding two fingers into him when he finally started to surface. It was a slow journey, though, and one he didn’t seem to be rushing. Being able to ignore his cock shifted the scene again and I could feel the pleasure building.
I didn’t give him what he was hoping for, though.
It took him longer than I expected to realize it, but eventually he pouted and whined. “My button, Master.”
He was the cutest sub ever.
“Is it feeling needy?” He nodded but when his answer had me easing my fingers out of him, he pouted again and his foot jerked. “Hmm?”
Ferris caught himself before his inner brat could escape, but his expression was giving away more than he realized as he sighed. “Yes, Master.”
He tested my ability not to laugh on a regular basis.
“Such sweet manners need a reward.” A long hard one that he’d been aching for. “I know just what I want to give you.”
And what he wanted based on the way he was shaking as I moved between his legs and reached for the condom I’d set beside me on the bed.
“You’re...you’re going to...I’m...” He stopped after a few attempts and covered his face with his hands as he took a deep breath.
“That’s right, my boy.” Making sure to pose since I was pretty sure he was peeking through his fingers, I rolled the condom down since we’d decided he didn’t know how much mess he’d enjoy with this type of sex. “I’m definitely going to.”
He was off-center just enough that he was thinking about bratting out, but before he could stomp his foot and tell me something ridiculous, I spread his legs wide and turned off his brain again.
That would never get old.
His entire body jerked as I braced his legs over my forearms and pressed against his entrance, but barely inching into him had him letting out another breath and melting back into the bed.
Yep, he’d definitely practiced relaxing.
He also loved anything on the more painful side of pleasure, so the basic prep I’d done was more than enough to have a moan escaping my sexy boy. “Master....”
Oh yes, there was no question about him being a happy bottom.
“That’s my good boy.” I could almost feel the pleasure filling him as I slowly rocked in and almost out of him. I inched deeper every time but I wasn’t in any hurry until his legs tried pulling me closer. “Naughty boy.”
Bracing them wider, I rocked backward until I was barely inside of him, then thrust back hard, filling him in one go.
And nailing his prostate perfectly.
Best. Master. Ever.
Well, at least the Master with the best aim ever.
As he cried out, his hand flew off his face and wrapped around me. “I...that’s...Master...”
I was something alright.
But until he could get more of his request out, I focused on what his body was saying. Wide eyes finally looking up at me. Desire-filled pupils. Shocked expression. Tight ass pulling me deeper too.
Yes, body language was everything at the moment.
Playing with his sensitive button with every thrust, I leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss, making love to his mouth a lot sweeter than what lower parts of me were doing to him. Slow wouldn’t make him come again and neither would gentle.
It did, however, scramble his brains and have him clinging to me so hard I was going to have nail marks and bruises on my biceps later and I couldn’t wait to see how they’d look.
And how Ferris would react.
Just imagining it kept me focused enough that I claimed my boy until his body was jerking and his lids had drooped again.
One moment he was hanging on the edge, shaking and clenching around me like I was the prostate massager, and the next he cried out and I could feel his orgasm firing through him.
It was almost like he was fighting it until it took him over completely, but once he let himself feel the pleasure, it filled him completely.
When he finally went soft and boneless under me, I gave him one last kiss and followed him over. As I came, he wrapped his arms around me again, petting me softly and holding me gently until I was blanketed over him.
He took in a shaky breath before kissing my cheek. “I don’t know what to say.”
Propping myself up on one arm, I didn’t move because he didn’t seem to need it at the moment. “There’s no right or wrong, boy.”
His frown said he didn’t like that answer. “There is. You’re more important to me than the right pasta shape.”
He was adorably insane sometimes.
“What do you think you should say?” I wasn’t going to argue with him after the best scene ever but I tried to give him a second as I eased out of him and stripped the condom off.
Oh, that pout.
“What if I get it wrong?” My sweet boy couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to continue to pout or pitch a fit as I tied off the condom and put it in the trash can by the bed.
“There’s no wrong as long as you’re telling me how you feel.” Giving him a soft peck as I snuggled back over him, I decided to show him. “I’m going to say I love experiencing so many new things with you and I’m barely holding back asking how you’re feeling.”
Dramatic enough to sigh was the answer.
“You’re being understanding.” Clearly that was wrong. “I want you to feel important.”
I did...he’d never worry this much if I wasn’t.
“Tell me one thing.” Giving him another kiss, I did my best to let him process and not influence him too much. “One thing you want to make sure I understand.”
Pressing his lips together, he nodded and studied my face for several long moments. When he nodded, I kissed his forehead and stroked my fingers around his ear. Looking serious and stern, he kissed my cheek before settling back against the bed. “You make me happy.”
He was going to kill me and never understand why that tore up my heart.
“That...I don’t think I have the words...” Giving him another kiss, I stretched out beside him and wrapped my arms around him. “All I want is for you to be happy and to know how much I love you, baby.”
Taking in a steadying breath, his frown didn’t let up but I knew my boy. “You kiss my head and you put me on your lap to talk to me.”
“Because you’re special to me and I want to make sure you know that.” It might take him a while to understand what that meant firsthand, though.
“I don’t know what loving someone looks like but you make me feel special and sometimes I just want to crawl in your lap and never get out because.
..because it’s just the best place ever.
” Mirroring my touch, he ran his hand over my head and down my neck before kissing my cheek again.
“You make me like myself, so I think...I think that has to be love.”
My heart was never going to be the same.
“I think that’s the best definition of love I’ve ever heard.” It didn’t need to be more complicated than that...and I was going to make showing him what love looked like the focus of every day for the rest of our lives.