Chapter 6
Leonardo
We were going to have to sit down and figure out what his definition of too much pain was because while he’d startled himself with what he was describing as a big tug, he’d also almost come from it. The mixed signals were something we were going to have to sort out, so I didn’t fuck something up.
“Yes.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead before going back to stripping off his pants. “When we play tug like that, I’m going to have you dressed up pretty just like your new friends and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy watching you perform for me.”
Instead of finding that scary or just overwhelming, my boy gave me a beaming smile. “I’m going to be so pretty for you, Master.”
As the front of his tiny briefs came into view, I stroked my hand over the front of them and gave his dick another squeeze. The firm touch had his eyes rolling back in his head and letting out the sweetest whimper as his cock jerked. “Oh…Master…that’s…”
Good enough he was going to come if I wasn’t careful.
But he was having fun, so I eased off slowly to let him keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
“You’re already wearing pretty things for me.” They weren’t quite panties but I knew someone had put a lot of thought into them. “My sweet sub dressed up for me.”
Oh, that smile.
“Emerson said you’d love them.” He was still pleased but the pout that peeked out as I finished taking off his pants was adorable. “But I don’t have anything else cute to wear for you. These are the only ones I had.”
Ah.
“I’m betting Emerson wouldn’t let you buy more?” My boy only got more dramatic as he shook his head and then nodded like he wasn’t sure how to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s because he had a surprise for you.”
His brows smoothed out but the pout was still firmly in place as I stroked my hands over my sexy, nearly naked boy. “I just have practical underwear he called sad. That won’t work.”
No, it wouldn’t for a variety of reasons.
“Who’s in charge of making you pretty?” Moving his arms so they were beside him on the changing table, I reached for the straps and secured him carefully over his chest and lower on his torso. “Hmm? I don’t hear my sexy boy?”
He was a bit too distracted to give me a good answer, but he didn’t wiggle too much as he looked down at his body. “I’m supposed to be your pretty boy and I don’t have pretty stuff.”
“No wiggling.” Patting his bulge, I tilted his chin up and tightened the strap across his hips. “This is very secure, but if you wiggle, you’ll have to wait longer to come.”
“Aw.” The pout came back in full force but it was designed to manipulate, not actually show how he was feeling. “Sometimes I just wiggle.”
I shrugged as I walked around the head of the changing table and picked up a basket off the shelf. While the others held more practical things for baby doll time, these goodies had been delivered by courier just before I’d left for dinner.
“If you want to show me how many times you can come tonight, you’re going to control your wiggles.” Hmm. Pink was an obvious choice for his coloring, but I had a lot to choose from because Emerson had clearly liked the color on my boy too.
“But you tied me down, Master.” His whine and the strain in his voice had me trying not to laugh. “I have to wiggle. I’m not in charge of that. It just seems to be the rules.”
Clearly his body thought straining against any bonds was the best thing he could do, but he managed to control himself in the few seconds it took me to pick out panties and a nightie. “What was my rule?”
That sigh.
So much drama in such a sexy little body. “No wiggling.”
His grumbling was low enough he probably thought I couldn’t hear him, and while most of it wasn’t clear, I could make out several words about restraints and my not being logical. “But he’s Master he doesn’t have to be logical…Emerson should’ve warned me better.”
I wasn’t sure I liked how much he’d already been warned, but I liked a variety of other things, so I let it slide as I came back around to the table. “Do I want my pretty boy hurt?”
The table was secured to the wall and the straps would keep him from rolling off, but he didn’t need to know that. “It’s my job to protect my sub even from himself.”
Somehow the low tone and serious expression just did it for my naughty boy and he sighed as his dick tried to jump out of his briefs. “You’re going to protect me.”
Clearly that was a good thing no matter how dramatic he was acting, so I nodded. “No matter what.”
He took a deep breath and scrunched his eyes closed as his head jerked in agreement. “But…but I like wiggling, so you need to help me fix this.”
I was pretty sure his favorite part of BDSM so far was letting me know I was in charge of anything and everything that frustrated him.
Humming softly, I slowly trailed my fingers over the straps and barely caressed the skin around them. “I don’t know…I love watching you fight to stay still for me…and knowing you’re completely helpless is making me imagine doing wicked things to my needy boy.”
His breath hitched as he shivered, but he managed not to buck against the restraints. “I…I was your slut before.”
And clearly I couldn’t take that status away from him.
“You are my needy little slut…you’re barely holding back wiggling and begging me to touch your cock, aren’t you?
” As I hummed and did my best to sound relaxed and thoughtful, he whined and nodded.
“You can’t help it, though, and that’s why you need a strong Master to control you and give you what you need. ”
The urge to hump and strain against the bonds had him shaking, but he managed to nod as his pout slid in place again. “What…what do I need?”
It didn’t seem to be a trick question to manipulate me, so I answered it honestly. “You need me to play with you and use you and make you pretty.”
That was obvious.
“And then you need orgasms and lots of attention because? Hmm?” Gently running my finger under the edge of the strap that was right above his cock had him making another quiet, desperate sound as he fought the urge to thrust his hips up. “Why do you need so much attention?”
“Because…because I’m your slut, Master.” Something about that had him melting into the cushion and he let out a deep breath like the battle he’d been fighting was finally over. “I…I just didn’t know.”
“I did.” Tickling the head of his cock got a twitch and another moan. “Being untouched so I could be your first doesn’t mean you’re not a slut, though. But I’m going to be right here to watch over you and control every orgasm…every time you get to dress up pretty…every time you get to play tug.”
That was going to be fun.
I knew exactly how we were going to do it too. I’d just never thought I’d have someone to use the toy with so I’d never bought it.
Fixing that was top on my to-do list after I took care of my boy.
“Owners…Owners control their dolls because they’re…they’re important.” He sighed out the response like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right, pretty boy, and you’re working so hard to be good for me, I think you need a reward.” I knew exactly how safe his changing table was, so I patted the front of his briefs. “Show me how sexy my slut looks like when he’s helpless. Wiggle for me, pretty boy.”
The half sigh, half moan he let out as his brain caught up with the orders was adorable and sexy at the same time, but the way he started bucking shifted it to sexy as fuck. “Master…I…I’m stuck.”
And he loved every second of it.
“I can’t move and you’re just…you’re in control…I can’t…” He’d have probably kept going but I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and balls to let him have more tug time. “Oh…Master…”
He couldn’t move enough to hurt himself, but it was just enough to scramble his brains even more. “That’s right. I’m your Master.”
Letting him play for a few more seconds, I kept my grip just tight enough to give him the pain he seemed to love without it going into the too big direction.
When his moans were coming faster, I stroked the silky fabric he hadn’t seemed to notice over his chest. “You belong to me completely, pretty boy, and I’m going to have so much fun telling you when you can orgasm and dressing you up.
If you’re a very good sub, I’ll even tell you what to wear in the morning. ”
I’d have to figure out what he did for a living and his schedule, but it wouldn’t be difficult. A few texts or video calls and it would be easy. “But you’re going to have to beg me very sweetly to take that much control.”
Because it’d be sexy, not because I had an issue with it.
“I… You…” Little jolts cut his words off and let me know how close he was, but he didn’t appreciate it when I released his cock. He forced his eyes open and pouted at me prettily. “I like playing tug, Master.”
Leaning over, I gave him a tiny peck. “You need to practice pouting more, but that’s cute enough to give me a good excuse to give you your first spanking after I get you all pretty.”
Too much?
It was hard to tell because he always looked wide-eyed, but the way his mouth dropped open said something had struck him.
“You’ve got stuff to make me pretty?” His gaze darted around before it landed on the nightie that was resting on his chest. “Oh.”
Barely holding back a laugh, I nodded. “A naughty birdie had them delivered before our dinner.”
“Oh wow.” He just stared at the clothes like his brain was either completely stopped or going way too fast. “I’m going to look so pretty for my spanking.”
Ah.
That seemed to spark another thought because he finally looked back at me. “Eli says panties always look prettier on spanked bottoms.”
“I hate having to agree with him, but he’s right.” My boy melted again, giving me a sweet smile. “And you’re going to look sexy draped over my lap with your panties cupping that pretty bottom of yours.”