Chapter 9 Harper
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Harper
A VERY GOOD BOY.
I’d let him wait for me. Let the anticipation build. A test of obedience, and one he passed. He’d been exactly where I’d told him to be. Naked. Kneeling. Blindfolded. Beautiful.
He was everything I’d hoped for.
I recognized him immediately. Benny “The Bear” Forrester.
Our paths had never crossed. I wasn’t all that into sports, but I’d seen him around. His body was certainly worth noticing and remembering.
And tonight it had been mine to play with.
I’d always had a thing for big biceps, muscles, and skin that was kissed by the sun. I knew finding someone who looked like that and acted like him wasn’t going to be easy. And yet there he’d been. Perfect.
A big man sent to his knees through words alone, submitting entirely by choice rather than through physical domination. The only thing he feared from me was my disappointment. It was a rush like a drug.
The sounds he’d made were addictive. Would he sound that pretty if he fucked me? If I let him, I really would make him use a bigger plug, so even with that huge cock he’d be fuller than I was. My dick throbbed in my hand.
He’d been so good, not touching himself even though he so clearly wanted to. Definitely more of a dog than a bear. So eager for approval, going against his instincts to please his Master.
I usually tried to touch my partners as little as possible.
It gave them fewer opportunities to guess my size and build.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself when I’d pressed two fingers to the heated, tanned skin between his muscled shoulders to nudge him forward until his face pressed into the rug.
He could have resisted me easily, but he wanted to be guided.
His short strands of dark hair were so soft between my fingers.
I’d wanted to touch him more, wanted to know if his neat beard was soft too.
What about the hair on his chest? As muscled as the rest of him.
His pecs were big enough that I wondered whether they’d bounce if I gave him something to ride.
I groaned, working my hand faster, resting my head against cold tile.
Usually, the satisfaction from watching was enough for me. Yet here I was, replaying the night on a loop in my head while jerking off in the shower. Picturing his jaw clenched, his muscles tensed and veins bulging as he gave the pillow everything he had, like a good puppy.
Those thrusts were so fast. Would he fuck into me like that? Would his voice sound as sweet? Those pretty whimpers turned to frustrated grunts as he chased his climax, right on the edge, yet seemingly unable to cross it. I only had to compliment him, and he fired like a rocket.
“Fuck,” I panted, stroking faster, clinging to the memories of him. More and more until my body tensed and my dick pulsed pleasure onto the tiles, washed away by the rain-like stream.
Benny was just what I’d been looking for. He was perfect.
How had anyone ever expected him to be anything else?
The following morning, I checked my phone before my run to see Benny had messaged last night.
2:34 a.m. B:
So, was that… actually good for you?
2:36 a.m. B:
You really don’t mind that I didn’t like, help you get off as well?
2:40 a.m. B:
Not that there’s anything wrong with it if you don’t like being touched like that.
2:41 a.m. B:
Some people like to give and not receive, or just want to watch, and that’s cool.
2:42 a.m. B:
I just want to make sure I met your expectations.
I huffed in amusement. He was cute.
5:07 a.m. H:
I promise you I enjoyed myself. I was very satisfied. You did a very good job.
Then I continued with my schedule, keeping my phone on me so I’d know when he replied, my eyes constantly flicking to it as I tried to catch up on some emails from my home office.
When it finally buzzed, I snapped it up fast enough I might have been embarrassed if there’d been anyone here to see it. Only Aurelia would know, though, her head hovering by my ear. My secrets were always safe with her.
9:40 a.m. B:
Thank you, Sir [blushing smile emoji]
9:40 a.m. B:
How were you up so early?
I let a couple of minutes pass before I responded, so I wouldn’t seem so eager.
9:45 a.m. H:
I always get up at 5.
9:45 a.m. B:
That sounds awful.
9:46 a.m. B:
It’s Saturday.
9:50 a.m. H:
I’m aware.
9:52 a.m. B:
Doing anything fun this weekend?
I huffed, unsure of why it mattered to him.
9:56 a.m. H:
No.
Friday. Another week brought to a close, and the thoughts of tonight providing me with something more than the usual general relief of spending two days working from home rather than the office.
11:24 p.m. B:
I’m here, heading in now [smile emoji] See you soon.
11:24 p.m. B:
Well, not see you see you.
11:24 p.m. B:
Because of the blindfold.
11:24 p.m. B:
…Okay, going in.
I huffed, wondering what it must be like to just send texts without a second thought the way he did. Anything on his mind he just typed out and sent. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I wouldn’t tell him to stop.
I waited. Long enough for him to get to the room, to strip down and be kneeling on the rug. Seeing nothing. His other senses heightened. Was his dick already hard at just the anticipation of our meeting? Was he already getting impatient for me?
I entered the cellar, down to the basement, lower, gave up my phone and watch, then I was standing outside the door of the room I’d booked for us. It was here I let myself linger a little longer, knowing he was just on the other side.
My dick was looking forward to seeing him as well, thickening in my pants before I’d so much as touched the handle.
Slowly, I opened and closed it, attempting to be as quiet as possible. The sharp breath from inside the room told me he’d heard me anyway.
He was exactly where I expected him to be. Kneeling on the rug. Blindfold on. The plush carpet absorbed the sound of my footsteps as I approached.
I remained silent, and so did he, my eyes flicking to the wall clock every so often to see how he was doing. One minute passed. Two. Three. He’d already beaten his time from last week. How long would he last before he spoke or tried to find me?
Four. Five. His dick was hard, raised up to greet me—quite the accomplishment with the weight of it. Six. Seven.
“A-are you there?” He spoke in a whisper.
I stayed silent, waiting to see if he’d go against my instructions and try to steal a look into the room. Eight.
His fingers twitched on his thigh, his impatience building. His curiosity. They tapped nervously as he debated what he should do, itching with the impulse to just look and confirm for himself if he was alone or not. Make it to ten.
Nine. His hand raised slowly.
“You were doing so well.” I finally spoke, and he jolted, slapping his hand back down on his thigh.
“Sorry, Sir!”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for it.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I tracked it. The tanned expanse of skin from his neck down. So… empty. Maybe I could find a way to decorate it. Later.
“W-what will you do?”
“I had considered letting you touch me today, but now I don’t think I will. Only good pups get to touch their Masters.”
His brows pinched together as if he were in pain. “I’ll be better, I promise.”
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” I turned around, finding the black case I’d requested when I booked the room on the desk. “Did you open this?”
“No, Sir.”
I believed him.
“Up on the bed, pup,” I ordered, speaking again as he started to get up. “Uh-uh. Dogs don’t stand, do they? Crawl.”
He swallowed again, his dick twitching as his hands flattened on the carpet and he rolled forward onto his knees, turning toward the bed and crawling.
It gave me a delightful view of his ass.
His hands touched the red silk fabric cautiously, then he pulled himself up, his ass and feet still right over the edge.
“Stay.”
He stopped moving immediately.
I brought the case over to the bed with me, opening it up and putting it beside him. His breathing was shorter, faster. Benny could do nothing but listen and guess as his dick leaked onto the silk.
“You have such a nice ass.” I sighed, barely resisting the urge to grope it and see if it was as firm as it looked.
“Th-thank you, Sir.”
“Hmm. I don’t think dogs talk.”
He stayed silent. Good boy.
“You won’t speak unless you want to use your colors. Nod if you understand.”
He nodded.
“Good.” I gave his ass one more long appreciative look before we moved on. “Okay, pup, center of the bed.”
He shuffled forward on the large bed.
“Turn toward me. Now sit.”
He did as I instructed, his cheeks pink beneath his blindfold.
I pulled out the toys and laid them out in a neat row in front of him, then found the plush leather seat in the corner of the room and brought it with me over to the bed, positioning it as close as I could be without touching it.
“You’re going to use what’s in front of you to pleasure yourself. Do it the way you like it. I want to see.”
More precum dripped onto the bedding as he nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached forward to find what I’d laid out in front of him. I’d requested a selection.
He found the butt plug first, the same one I’d made him use last time, and his fingers traced its surface before placing it back down to reach for the next one.
Another plug, bigger. Then he found the dildos, two size options.
He was clearly uncertain about the fleshlight, taking longer to explore that one with his fingers before he dipped one inside and understood what he was holding and its purpose.
Anal beads. Nipple clamps. A fox tail, the fur soft as he ran his fingers up to the cold base of the plug.
He continued, his hands trembling a little more with each new thing he picked up, his exploration less curious and more cautious.
“Too many choices?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sit up, pup.”
“I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly.
“Shh…” I reached out to run my hands through his hair. “It’s okay.”
The plug he’d used previously, one dildo, the fleshlight, and the lube were left on the bedding in front of him as I moved everything else back into the case. “Now there’s three.” One he knew already, a new one that he’d seemed okay with touching, and one slightly outside his comfort zone.
He nodded, his hands reaching out with a little more confidence as he felt for what I’d left him.
“Okay with those?”
He nodded.
“Good. Now, use them. The lube is to your left.”
I sat back in my seat, watching as he located it. Once he managed to get it open, he coated two fingers before turning onto his knees and presenting himself to me so I could watch as he brought them to his hole. “Good boy,” I praised, and he shivered, circling before pressing one slowly inside.
My dick was as hard as his as he opened himself up.
One finger became two, then three, as sweet gasps and moans left his pretty lips.
I watched closely. Admiring him. Learning.
Then he reached around to find where he’d left the toys, fumbling until his fingers met the dildo.
Once he’d got that lubed up too, he was pushing it inside himself.
Eight inches and thick. Still smaller than his dick.
Benny groaned, his fingers gripping the base tight as he pulled it back to thrust in again.
“Good.” My voice was breathier than expected. I cleared my throat. “Good, pup. Is that how you like it?”
He whined, thrusting the dildo faster.
“You like it fast and hard? Is that what your slutty little hole needs?”
He panted, his hand moving rapidly.
“Not enough for you, is it? Having your hole filled. You need more.”
Benny nodded in agreement, and I decided I’d request a mirror in our next room, so I could put it in front of him and watch his ass and his face at the same time.
Then he stopped. Leaving the dildo inside himself, he turned to lie down on the bed, powerful thighs raising his hips up so I had full view when he resumed, the new position freeing his other hand so he could stroke his dick.
“Such a slut. Needing your ass full and your cock worked at the same time.”
He groaned and nodded, moving both hands faster.
“You going to come for me, pup?”
More nodding, his hips rocking up into his hand as the other worked the toy.
What would it feel like for him to thrust up into me like that as I rode him? So desperate, so strong, and so eager to please.
“Come!” I ordered.
He cried out, his hands working rapidly for a few more seconds before the muscles in his thighs tensed and cum hit his abs and chest in pulses, painting the bear paw tattoo on his pec.
Then he collapsed on the bed, panting with the toy still inside him. “You did so well. You can speak now.”
He nodded, taking a long moment before he could string words together. “Did that… please you?”
I had the urge to take his hand and bring it to my achingly hard cock so he could feel for himself. But letting him touch me would reveal too much. “I’m very pleased with you, Benny Bear.”
He smiled, his body relaxing further. Then he was sitting up. “Can I touch you now?”
I stood, running my hands through the soft strands of his hair as he tilted his head into my palm for more. “Maybe next time.”