Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
santos
It was Monday evening.
We hadn’t developed any post-therapy rituals, but we had started to develop some pre-therapy ones.
As it turned out, not thinking about anything therapy-related until I was in the actual office became more of a challenge the closer the date got.
However, it got considerably easier not to do it when I was buried inside of Ever.
When I was thrusting into him with all the aggression I was learning to control.
To let it flow through me and direct it intentionally.
Tony had spoken about it some. I wouldn’t say we were friends now, but he checked in from time to time.
Knowing that he’d been the one to suggest that we needed a third person had stung at first, until I started to see how far they all went on ethical non-monogamy.
It became easier not to turn it into something personal, an affront against me for not being good enough.
I was still ignoring how he explained it wasn’t about Ever but me.
Despite it all, he had good advice. The way he talked about sadism turned him into the professor he was, and he could go on and on about philosophy and the way that emotions and power worked in today’s society.
I wouldn’t say it made me an expert or that I threw all caution to the wind, but it took away some of the guilt.
The fear that I was waking up a monster.
One who was almost as feral, as overpowering, as its counterpart, lying on his stomach beneath me, meeting my thrusts one for one through all his pleas for mercy.
I leaned forward, bit his shoulder, and took a whiff of the charged air that had filled the room.
Sweat, sex, and the remains of his shampoo clogged the room from where I’d yanked him out of the shower as soon as he’d finished up.
Now, still wet tendrils of hair created a messy halo against the bed.
“You’re going to let me plug you up, aren’t you, princess?
” I fucked his hole like there was a finish line I had to reach.
I barely recognized myself as I tightened my hold on his wrists, as I made sure he kept them above his head, clasped together.
As I kept him trapped. Useless to do anything other than what I wanted him to.
To take my dick, and let me bury every part of me inside of him until there was nothing else.
“You’re going to keep a plug up your ass, and you’re going to meet up with your fucking friends, knowing my load is in there. ”
Ever whimpered. He tried thrashing against the words, but it was no use. We knew he wanted it to be of no use. As badly as he wanted to be put in his place, to be teased with words that hinted of a toxicity that was not representative of what we had, but that got him off, regardless.
I didn’t care.
I just took the outlet for what it was, and I gave him all he could ever want for.
“Please fuck me,” he cried, his hips bucking up, and it was all that existed once more.
Him, and the eroticism between us, and the urge to make him cry harder. To give him more. To leave him so mellowed out, he’d need me to carry him downstairs so that he could drink some water and get some food in him.
It was animalistic, maybe, primitive, the need to claim and protect, to ravage and take care of both in the same breath.
The way I hyper-focused on him and his pleasure, and the way that words rushed to the tip of my tongue, eager to come out.
To tell him everything he wanted to hear.
What a good girl he was. What a greedy, fucking pussy he had.
How he was born for this, to be mine, to take all I wanted to give her.
“I’m so fucking close, princess.” I growled out the monicker against his ear, relishing in the shiver that followed. In the gasp he tried to keep quiet without succeeding. “I’m going to breed your tiny, slutty hole so bad.”
Ever choked on his own breath. I paused, giving him a second to get back into it.
Taking advantage of the pause to make sure the pillow I had put under his hips hadn’t moved, and he was still comfortable.
As comfortable as he could be with his new cage—the one that might lead to temporary shrinkage but not a permanent one, because that was a myth according to every forum and article I’d been reading upon.
Part of the reading had been to make sure Ever was keeping himself safe and not in the midst of some sub frenzy. Another part was because I secretly wanted to learn everything about it, to be the one in charge of it. To see that shrinkage for myself.
The images rushing to the front of my brain, both the ones in the forums and the ones my own imagination supplied, featuring Ever, had me tilting over the brink. Biting on his neck again because biting happened to be another fixation I’d discovered over the past few weeks.
I grunted as Ever begged and squealed and fought for purchase when my weight slumped down on him.
When my rhythm declined, and it was all I could do to get back on my elbows while I rode my orgasm.
While a shiver ran down my spine because I remembered that Ever didn’t want me to worry about his, and that meant he was going to be extra sensitive.
While I remembered, just because he didn’t want an orgasm, it didn’t mean that he opposed me forcing one out of him.
“Be a good girl and turn around for me.”
It meant that I could slap his ass when he didn’t obey right away. That I could feel power swirl through me as he scampered to follow the command, to be good for me.
He was always so fucking good, it was going to spoil me for everyone else.
It already had.
“Good girl,” I rumbled. Ever was what most people at his club referred to as a praise slut. I thought it would be weird, but the words flowed just as naturally as they did when it came to telling him what a slut he was and how good his pussy felt around my dick. “Now hold your legs to your chest.”
I didn’t check to see that he was obeying.
It was a mindfuck of its own, but I simply knew that he was.
Just as I knew now where he kept every single toy.
Especially the vibrating plug with the remote control that meant I could both keep my load in him, and give his prostate the kind of overstimulation that would have him coming despite the smaller cage and every other whim of his.
His eyes widened as he caught sight of the toy. “Santos—”
“Color?”
Ever gasped. Despite Tony’s lesson, I didn’t ask for his color often.
It didn’t come as naturally as simply checking in with him, but it was useful when I wanted him in a certain headspace.
When I was sending the message that we were doing things my way if he consented to it. That I was going to make him surrender.
“Green.”
“That’s right.” I grinned. His pupils dilated under my watch.
Under my ministrations. He was so fucking loose, the generous amount of lube I’d used earlier and the cum sliding the way for the toy to sit at the perfect angle.
“Did you think I was going to be done so soon with you when you’re being such a pretty girl? ”
Ever breathed heavily, licking his lips as he prepared.
I didn’t keep him waiting for long. I just built him back up from the high he’d gotten close to earlier.
One vibration at a time. Slowly. I wanted him to start confident, to breathe through it and tell himself that he could take it.
Maybe it made me softer. Maybe it didn’t make me as kinky.
But a harder way would deprive me of too much.
Of his eyes as the vibrations grew stronger.
As the pressure, the need to thrust, the need of its clit to thicken and enlarge when it couldn’t, all dawned on him.
Slowly. As a train crash he was witnessing while unable to put a stop to it.
“Santos, please, please, fuck—”
The babbling started soon after that. The writhing. The unshed tears and the abuse of his bottom lip, which he kept biting as if that was going to fix everything.
All I was doing was pressing on a couple of buttons, keeping a hand on his thigh so that he didn’t even think of changing positions. Of protecting himself or making himself less vulnerable than he was now, curled up for me. All for the taking. For the viewing. My viewing.
“Fuck, fuck, I can’t, oh fuck, it’s so, I’m going to—”
Tears leaked out of his eyes. I didn’t know that he was fully aware. Ever hated crying in front of anyone, even me. I leaned forward anyway, kissed the two salty drops away. Didn’t question why the taste felt so good on my tongue.
“Your clit can’t come caged like that, princess?” I nosed his jawline. “I thought good girls came when their pussy is fucked like yours is.”
More expletives and pleas followed.
They made me fucking high on that power I was getting more and more acquainted with.
I upped the strength of the vibration to the highest setting and grunted as I rutted against his plugged ass. Against his pussy.
The one I was tormenting right now.
The one that had me wishing I’d found a way, or the courage, to come here sooner. More often. Something.
“Fuck,” Ever could barely enunciate the simple words, biting on his lip and straining his neck, tilting his head back as if that would help keep all the pleasure at bay. All the pressure. All the heat. “Fuck, fuck, Sir, please, please, more, I don’t know, I, please—”
A thin tendril of cum quickly stained his cage, sliding off the open sides while he was left a wrecked mess.
For all of five seconds, I counted in my head before his eyes widened, and all the bliss that came over him after we fucked was replaced with utter horror.
“I’m sorry.” Ever swallowed, shifting back to a seated position that pulled him farther from me. In this moment, it was the only thing I registered. The only thing that bothered me and that I focused on. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Oh.
Right.
“Does it help when you call me Sir?”
He wasn’t the only one holding his breath, or the only one trying to read the person in front of him.
“I mean, you don’t want me to. It’s not… I know that, I…”
“You can.”
The words left me out of breath before I recovered. Before the truth in them settled deep in my bones, and I moved back to hover my body over his.
“But you said you’re not from the start. I…”
“I want you to.” I wanted him to stop feeling out of words, too, to stop questioning things. I had a part there. I’d been the one who had been just as stuck on a particular label as he’d been. “Call me Sir, Ever.”
His eyes searched my face for the longest two seconds of my life.
I’d never quite understood the audiobooks that went on and on about all the emotions that glittered and showed in someone’s gaze.
I did now, as brown orbs almost trembled with the same kind of anxiety that had to be taking hold of him.
“Yes, Sir.”