Chapter 51
Jay was quiet on the walk back to Amygdala Ave. It was early afternoon, and the California sun was bright and warm on my face as Jay used the chip injected in his arm to let us into his cube.
The sunlight glinted off the chili pepper keychain I’d bought him. It swung on a Neurovance lanyard he wore around his neck, and despite how tense we both were, I had to smile. It was adorable that he’d worn it, even though he didn’t have any keys or keycards to pair it with.
“Welcome home! Should I load up Stardew?” NOVA chirped as we kicked off our shoes and made our way to the couch.
“No thank you, NOVA,” Jay said, “Put on a playlist instead. Something low-key.”
I followed Jay into the living room, a hundred questions forming on my lips, but they caught on my tongue at the dark look in Jay’s eyes.
“Strip, please,” he demanded abruptly, and my eyes widened in surprise.
“Uhm, I think we should probably talk about what just happened—”
“I don’t want to talk right now, Milo. I’m… angry. I don’t want to accidentally take it out on you.” He paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side as his eyes rolled over my body, and I shivered. “Well… that’s a lie. I do want to take it out on you. Just hopefully in a way you’ll enjoy.”
I swallowed loudly, my skin erupting in gooseflesh at the intensity in his tone.
“O-okay… but can we talk after?” I whispered, and he pursed his lips.
“If you really need to talk, then yes. You know I can’t say no to you,” he muttered, taking a step closer to me and pressing his thumb into my bottom lip, tugging it down to expose my teeth to him.
“But right now, I need to fuck you. Are you going to be good and let me fuck that sweet, perfect ass, Milo?”
I nodded fervently, feeling my cock beginning to swell already. He was so dark and scary right now, but not in a way that made me afraid of him. He had that predatory look back in his eyes, but it was so freaking hot, the need to obey and submit rattled through my bones.
“Good. Take your clothes off. Now. Bend over the arm of the couch.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I murmured, and he looked shocked for a moment at the moniker. The surprise left as quickly as it came, and a soul-quaking smirk curled across his perfect lips.
“Mmm. Good boy. Get in position, I’ll be right back.”
I nodded and rushed to do as I was told.
Jay had already fucked me on almost every surface in his house, so I didn’t really feel shy about stripping down for him.
He’d seen it all already, but there was something deliciously humiliating about folding my naked body over the arm of the couch like he’d asked and presenting my ass to the empty room as I waited for him to return from wherever he went.
He wasn’t gone long, but I was hard and shaky by the time I heard him approach from behind me.
“Fuck, Milo…” he growled, and I felt him palm my cheeks, spreading me wide open to expose the stopper of the plug that I was still wearing for him.
“I can’t believe you put this in. Have you been wearing this all morning for me?
” he murmured, and I nodded, my face squished into the cushions so hard my glasses were crooked.
“Y-yes.”
“Call me sir again. I liked that,” he hummed, and I shivered.
“Yes, s-sir.”
He groaned, and I yelped as there was a sudden smack and sting across my right ass cheek. “Good fucking boy, Milo. You look so pretty like this. Fuck. I love seeing you with your ass in the air and my plug stuffed in this tight little hole.”
I flinched in surprise as I felt a cold dribble of lube leak down my crease, and I moaned as he used his fingers to lazily rub it in around the flared base of the plug.
He touched me with this sort of bored sense of ownership. Like he expected me to just lie there and take it.
He wasn’t wrong.
I would take whatever he gave me, especially right now, when I knew he needed this to get his mind off of whatever had happened in that meeting today.
“I want to restrain you. Is that something you’d be okay with?” he asked, leaning over my back to nip at my ear from behind. His hot breath tickled my neck, and I wriggled happily beneath him, humping my hard cock into the arm of the couch.
“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered, loving the way he growled in approval against my throat.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pulled back, and I heard a metallic clink. I glanced over my shoulder to find him holding a pair of black cuffs.
“What’s your safe word, Milo?” he asked, sounding bored as he popped the restraints open.
“Red, sir.”
“What color are you right now?”
“Green. So green.”
He smirked slightly, his eyes flashing.
“Hands behind your back, please.”
I rushed to do as he said, gasping at the erotic feel of the cold metal from the handcuffs tightening around my wrists and securing my arms behind me.
“How’s that, too tight?”
I shook my head as much as I could in my compromising position.
“No. S’good,” I assured him, testing them out slightly. They were tight enough that there was no chance of escape, but not so tight that they hurt.
“Good, that’s good.” He stepped back and away from me, and I peeked at him over my shoulder.
He was looking at me with so much tenderness and arousal in his gaze. He reached out and palmed my ass again, casually spreading me open to look at the plug nestled firmly between my cheeks.
“Fuck, you look so good like this. Pretty enough for a picture.”
My eyes widened as he slipped his phone out of his pocket and aimed it at my prone form.
Holy crap.
“You don’t mind, do you, baby?” he asked, glancing at me before taking the picture. “These are just for me. I would never want anyone else looking at this perfect fucking body.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I mumbled, my face turning beet red at the thought of him having pictures of me like this in his phone.
As soon as I consented, I heard the shutter click, and Jay let out a deep, masculine groan and another soft fuck.
The shutter clicked again and again, and I wriggled with each shot, my face getting hotter and hotter the more pictures he took of me.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he rumbled, sliding his fingers up and down my lube-slick crack a few times before tugging slightly on the plug.
I moaned at the sudden intense pull on my rim, and he chuckled darkly.
“I’m going to get a nice video of this coming out so I can watch it later when I miss you,” he informed me, his grip on the plug tightening as he slowly pulled on it.
I whined and arched, straining against the cuffs as my hole began to part around the smooth bud of the plug.
Peeking back at him, I felt a hot pulse of arousal in my cock as he watched through the screen of his phone.
Knowing that he was recording this was so darn hot.
How was this my life right now?!
“Ready, baby? It needs to come out now. Take a breath and relax for me,” he instructed, and I did as I was told.
On my exhale, he tugged, and I let out a strangled cry as the thickest part of the chrome toy slipped out of me.
“Christ…” Jay murmured, dropping the plug to the ground and shoving his thumb in my hole to replace it. “So hot and wet for me.”
He tossed his phone on the table and added the thumb from his other hand to my hole, stretching me open with a slow, relentless pull on each side of my rim.
“Jay!” I whined, bucking and struggling against the arm of the couch as he chuckled darkly behind me.
“So needy. Are you my needy little cockslut, Milo?” he growled, and I nodded furiously, thrusting my ass up and back into his punishing grip.
“Yes! I am, so needy… so so needy…”
He laughed again and dropped a thick, hot line of saliva directly into my stretched-out hole. I felt it slide into me, and my cock surged against the arm of the couch, leaking precum into the charcoal suede.
“Ohmigooooshhhhhh,” I whined, bucking again in surprise as he thrust his scorching tongue directly into my hole, lapping and sucking at me until I was a writhing mess of wordless mewls in his hands.
“So fucking good for me. I’m going to fuck you ‘til you cry,” he growled, and I heard the telltale rip of a zipper as he slid his pants down his hips.
Moaning and humping into the couch, I waited as he lubed his cock up before rubbing the fat tip of his cockhead against my soaking hole.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby. You may come at any time,” he growled, and before I could even murmur a needy ‘Yes, sir,’ he was slamming into me.
I screamed.
“Fuuuuckkkkkk, Milo…” he snarled. I arched against the intense feeling of his thick, hard cock driving deep into me. “I fucking love making you scream for me.”
He ran a flat palm up my back before cuffing me around the back of the neck and shoving my face deeper into the cushions. My glasses slipped off my nose, and I choked on another moan as he pinned me down, holding me in place as he fucked into me again.
“Yes, Milo. Baby, you take my cock so fucking well.” He grunted as he began pistoning his hips at a relentless pace.
I couldn’t move.
My hands were bound, and he had such a strong grip on my neck that I could do nothing but take it as he plowed in and out of me.
Every stroke of his cock lit me up, and my eyes were rolling back in my head when he let out a frustrated grunt, releasing my neck to grip my hips.
He shifted me slightly, and his cock nailed my prostate on his next thrust, causing me to cry out again.
“There it is. Fuck yes. Scream for me, baby. Fucking take it. Hump the couch. Get yourself off,” he ordered as he continued to fuck me.
Struggling to do as he said, I tried my best to roll my hips into the soft suede of the couch arm, the warm tingling buzz of an orgasm beginning to build with each pass against the fabric.
Faster and faster he went, and the heat in my balls grew and grew at an impossible rate.
“Jayyyy! Jay! I can’t—I’m gonna come!” I cried, and he fucked me harder.
“Do it, Milo. Come for me, baby. Be my good little slut and come on my cock.”