Chapter 22
Roper was fixin’ to lose his mind.
Toby.
Leather.
The plug.
The kiss.
And now that strong hand was wrapped around the base of his prick, his balls ached, and he’d never felt so right, deep in his soul.
He never wanted it to end.
“Have you ever used one of these benches?” Toby held his cock tight, making sure he couldn’t shoot.
“Uh-huh. Once.” It had been hot. Not wild, but he’d gotten off.
“Then you know what to do. Get comfortable.” Toby gave him a swat. It wasn’t hard, but it was aimed at the plug instead of his butt cheek.
“Hey!” He wiggled, trying to rub again, but the Professor wasn’t having it. “So mean to me.”
“Boy, you haven’t seen mean yet. Bench. Now.” Toby’s tone was stern.
“Mmm… Yes, Professor.” God, he loved this. He bent over, the plug making him want to keep his thighs spread.
Toby went back to the armoire, which he could see clearly from the bench. After some thought a flogger appeared, and Toby tried it out, then switched it for another. After a few tries, he found one he seemed satisfied with. It had short, wide falls in black leather and a red handle.
“I think I’ve found what I need.” Toby dangled a blindfold in front of him too.
“Ooh. Kinky.” Roper’s cock was hard as nails, throbbing between his thighs.
“Ooh. Yes, but really, I just want the room to disappear for you so you can float. Find your space.” Toby tied the blindfold over his eyes. It was made of lusciously soft leather, and it smelled so good.
“Are you sure I have one? A space?” He smiled, though, because Toby sent him to the moon.
“You’re small; you’ll fit anywhere.” Toby chuckled and gave his ear a tug.
“Just going to move you a bit.” A bit meant shifting his knees a little farther back so his butt stuck up more.
That was nice because it gave his cock a little more room.
Then Toby helped him rest his arms on a padded ledge he hadn’t realized was there. “Comfy? You look incredible.”
“I am. I feel sexy as fuck, for you.”
“Mhm.” Toby’s hand smoothed over his ass, then he felt the falls of the flogger gently landing on his skin, in a gentle, quiet rhythm. “The plug is okay?”
Huge. Thick. Undeniable. Perfect. “Mmhmm.”
“Good. You said you hadn’t had the best experience with this before, so I’m trusting you to use your words if you need them.
” The flogger landed more solidly that time; it felt heavy, but that was all.
“You know everything I do is done with love. I’ve made you that promise.
I’ve chosen this flogger carefully; I wanted more bark than bite for our first time. ”
Our first time. He held onto those words. “I trust you with all my heart, Professor. I will use my words if I need to. Promise.”
“Mm. My good boy. Don’t shoot. Save it.” Toby took a breath. “Here we go.” The rhythm didn’t change but there was more power behind the flogger, and it landed sure and solid against his skin.
There wasn’t a big sting, more a thud and a heat than anything else, but he felt it, and breathed with it.
Toby picked up the pace and worked the flogger hard. At random, the flogger would land on the base of the plug instead of his butt.
Every time that happened, lightning shot up his spine, and he fought his scream. Fuck, he was going to lose it.
“So quiet, boy.” Toby paused, sounding winded, and walked past him, moving toward the armoire. “You know I like to hear you.” He heard what he assumed was the flogger drop to the floor and then Toby walked past him again.
A new flogger brushed over his ass.
“That one was a little heavy for me and not enough for you.”
“I don’t know what that means,” he admitted, but he didn’t care. He just needed more.
“It means my arm is tired, and you’re too quiet, boy. More bite. Breathe.” More was exactly what he got. This flogger stung as it landed, and Toby hummed. “Mmm. Better.”
“Dammit…” Roper’s nose flared, and he couldn’t stop his groan.
“There we go.” Toby nudged his plug. “Feeling better?”
“Uh—Uh-huh. More, dammit.” He needed more.
“Manners, brat.” Toby’s growl was perfect, and he got what he was demanding.
More.
Two.
Four.
Up from below and down from above.
“Don’t shoot. Do. Not.” Toby shoved hard against his plug.
“Fuck! Fuck…” There was no way he was going to hold it much longer, not with his Professor doing that.
“More?” Toby was teasing him now, leaning over him, whispering. “More, before I fuck you, kitten?”
He cried out softly. “I don’t know if I can hold it, Master.”
He didn’t want to disappoint, but he knew that the point may well be to defy the order. He knew his Professor would know what he needed.
“Let’s find out.” Toby jiggled the plug, tugged on it, seating it firmly again.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” It hit his gland and he lit up, almost pushing up off the bench.
“Yeah. So fucking pretty, kitten.” Toby stepped back. “Such a good boy. You can come any time you want.” The flogger came down again, lighter but faster, blows raining down on his sensitive skin.
He babbled, promising Toby the world and meaning it, his need building in a rush before he shot, his entire body shuddering with it.
Toby removed his blindfold and stood in front of him, stroking that thick, gorgeous cock. His Master must have dimmed the lights at some point because the effect in the room was soft, not blinding. “You are beautiful. Your trust honors me. Your honesty is a gift.”
“Master. Master, please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for. It didn’t matter. Whatever he needed, his Professor would provide.
“Finish me off, boy; give me your mouth.” Toby didn’t wait for an answer, pressing the slippery tip of that hard prick against his lips.
He opened up, hungry and needing his Professor. He grabbed Toby and pulled, swallowing hard around the tip.
Toby’s groan was raw and wild and fingers gripped his head, holding on for balance. “Again. Again. Fuck.”
Roper soared, pulling at the Professor’s cock, over and over, demanding his pleasure, his passion.
Toby shivered and groaned, loud and needy. “Boy!” His Professor let go for him, grunting and trembling, and hot spunk shot down his throat.
He swallowed and hummed, drawing out Toby’s pleasure, wanting every inch.
Toby caressed his cheek and pet his hair, breathing in deep. He had a drunk sort of smile on his face. “Whoa, boy.”
“Uh-huh.” That was clear, right?
His Professor moved slowly to the armoire, adorably a little unsteady on his feet, and got a small towel, then moved around behind him. “I’m going to remove this. Breathe and relax. Just relax, kitten.”
Toby jostled the plug getting his fingers around it.
A few spurts of come escaped his poor cock, and he moaned softly.
“Breathe.” Toby braced a hand on his tailbone and slowly tugged the toy free. “Good boy.”
All he could do was gasp and groan out, “Yours.”
His bones were melted, and he couldn’t form rational thoughts.
“The wipes were in a warmer. Isn’t that cool?” Toby cleaned him up, smoothed something soothing on his raw skin, then helped him stand. “Easy, I got you. I want you to come sit with me.”
He bobbed his head and let Toby lead him, snuggling right into his Master’s lap.
Toby held him and sighed. “I waited so long for you.”
Hopefully he was worth it. “Thank you, Professor. So much.”
“You’re welcome. This has been a good evening, hm?”
Good? Shit. He didn’t think that even came close, but he nodded, because that was easiest.
“There’s a private door so people can leave quietly after scenes. I think when we leave, we’ll use it.”
“Thank you. I’m…” Fragile.
He was feeling vulnerable as fuck. Good thing he knew he was safe.
“I know.” Toby nodded. “Me too. Surprisingly.”
“Don’t worry, Professor. I’ve got your back, all the way.” His eyelids were too heavy to lift, but he could stroke Toby’s belly.
Toby kissed his temple. “Thank you, boy. We’ll look out for each other.” Toby’s hand smoothed over his back and rested on his hip.
They rested together. Looking out for each other was exactly right.
It was all they needed.