Chapter 28
Leo
“No humping. No wiggling.” Mumbling to himself over and over, my pretty boy…my Mick, rocked his cock into my lap and moaned, not realizing he was wiggling and humping. “No humping. No wiggling.”
He’d lost his firm grip on reality halfway through the question and spanking game, and didn’t seem to have any idea what his body was doing.
Moans.
Humping.
Desperately trying to mash my finger against his prostate.
His brain had no idea what his body was doing, but we were going by brain levels of behavior for losing his virginity. My boy wanted an epic story level of sexy for his first time and that was what I was going to give him.
Even if his desperate wiggles were going to make him come sooner than he expected.
It was definitely time to change things up to prevent that, so I eased my fingers out and gave him a firm spank that had another shiver racing through him. “No more sad spanks. No more sad spanks. No more sad spanks.”
Him saying that on repeat wasn’t going to give me any regrets for making an impression on his communication skills.
It had, however, given me a push to make sure his next spanking would be memorable, and I’d accomplished that goal based on his sexy rambling.
“Such a pretty bottom for a sexy boy.” Squeezing one cheek got another desperate sound from him and his body jolted like lightning had shot through him. “All that pink surrounding a sexy little entrance.”
That got a cute embarrassed squeak, but also had him spreading his legs wider for me. “It’s going to be so slick and so tight for me.”
And his love of painful fun was going to keep it from being too overwhelming as far as first times went.
Just fingering him had him rocking and moaning and begging for more without even realizing it, so he was going to love being filled completely.
“Now I just have to decide if I’m going to make you kneel for me or if I’m going to lay you down like an old-fashioned bride and take you that way.
” His vivid imagination would probably make sure he loved just about any way I could make love to him, but it seemed he liked the idea of being on his back based on the moan it got me.
“On your back, I think.” Giving him one more pat, I squeezed his ass again to keep the sensations flooding through him. “That way I get to kiss all the way down your body.”
Oh, that squeak.
“Roll over and be my good boy.” That seemed to be the best order he’d ever heard based on how quickly he scrambled to obey, nearly throwing himself onto the bed beside me. “That’s my eager sub.”
Eager to be owned.
Eager to be claimed.
Eager to be filled.
I knew because he’d spent his entire spanking telling me all about every thought in his head.
“I’m your good boy, Master.” He was my shaking boy too, but I nodded instead of pointing that out as I shifted and stretched over him. “Wow.”
Settling between his legs and pressing myself up on my arms got another shiver from him, but he quickly wrapped his legs around me and tried to nudge me inside him.
That just wouldn’t work, but I leaned down and gave him a kiss.
“You’ve been very good and I loved giving you your spanking, pretty boy. ”
Nearly melting, he reached up to cup my cheek and gave me a dreamy smile. “We both liked it. There’s nothing to worry about.”
There’d never been anything to worry about once I watched him play tug for the first time, but he’d needed to see that to believe it. “I’m glad…and I’m very glad you look so pretty with a pink bottom.”
Whatever he was thinking got a giggle out of him, but starting to kiss along his jaw and over to his ear quickly had that turning into another moan. “You… I’m…”
That didn’t make as much sense as he thought it did, but I nodded as I got to his ear and nibbled on the delicate lobe. “Let me hear your thoughts, pretty boy.”
I felt him swallowing hard as I kissed down his neck, but it took until I was licking around his collarbone for words to actually form. “You’re going to want…to want to spank me every day…so…so my bottom is pretty.”
Since that was a wonderful idea, I nodded and kissed my way down to one nipple, making sure to drag my body over his erection. “I think that would be a perfect way to start the day. Kisses, snuggles, and a spanking for my boy to make sure his bottom looks pretty in his panties.”
And that routine would make sure he spent the night with me, and not in the House of Eighties Horror show he was currently pretending to live in.
“Oh yes…” His sexy moaned-out words could’ve been at the plan or the way I’d wrapped my lips around his nipple, but either way, it was good to hear that he approved of the plan. “Master…”
Rocking over him, I could feel the precum leaking from his cock as I used my torso to barely jerk him off. Humming and nibbling, I sucked on his nipple and loved the sounds he gave me as I used my teeth to drive him crazy.
It was almost like playing tug with his nipple because every time I gripped him with my teeth, he’d push back and forth to sharpen the pain. He was such an adorable little pain slut and I couldn’t wait to find other games to play with him.
But first…virginity time.
So I gave his nipple one last kiss and started working my way lower again. He’d have loved to have kept going with the nipple play, but I was pretty sure he could come from that alone, much less adding in the way I’d been rubbing his cock.
So I was a good Master and kept exploring.
Licking around his belly button got a laugh and cut off any pouts he had about my wandering away from his nipple, but I reached up and pinched the other one to give him more wonderful pain to enjoy. “My sexy boy…we’re going to have to see if you can come from just my playing with your nipples.”
His dramatic whine made me chuckle, but he decided not to complain when I spread his legs wider and licked the head of his cock. “Yes…yes…whatever you want, Master.”
He was so hard I wasn’t sure how long I could play kissing games with his cock, but judging by the way his fingers were digging into the bedspread, it wouldn’t be long. “I’m your good boy. I’m your good boy. I’m your good boy.”
He was also my tasty boy because precum beaded at the tip every time I licked along the length of his cock and when I nibbled around the barely flared head.
The adorable litany of promises that he was my good boy went up to a startling octave as I used my teeth around the tip of his cock, but nibbling right under the head had him nearly coming off the bed.
I impressed myself with how quickly I managed to grab the base and keep him from coming, but his eyes went wide like I’d just shown him I was Superman. “I…I can’t come until you’re inside me. I can’t. That’s the best. I know that. But we. We need to try that one again. Later. Yes. Later.”
My sexy boy could’ve kept his adorably rambling communication but my sitting up and bracing his legs wider with my arms cut off all higher brain function. “Oh.”
That was not a no so I kept him spread as I leaned over him, nudging the tip of my erection against his lubed opening. “We’re going to do a lot of things later, pretty boy.”
His shaky nod said he was still processing what I was saying, but it wasn’t top on his brain’s to-do list. “Relaxed muscles. No worries. Prostates are fun buttons.”
Yeah, his brain had more important things to focus on, so I just slowly pressed into him, filling him like he’d already explained would be the best way possible.
Bare so I could mark him.
Another wonderful bonus of him saving himself for his Master was being able to fill him with my cum the first time I claimed him.
Just the first stretch had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, and his entire body got in on the fun as I continued to press into him. “Master…that’s…I’m…wow.”
Rambling praise and thoughts that might’ve been full sentences originally escaped him but most didn’t make nearly as much sense as he thought they did.
All I could really tell from the adorable words were that I had an amazing cock, he was very glad to be right, and he’d officially lost his virginity.
“Best. That’s.” Clenching down on me as I bottomed out in him, he arched off the bed and rocked back and forth, smiling as he moaned again. “Better than I imagined.”
I was going to take that as I was better at making love to him than he’d ever imagined, and no one would ever make me doubt it.
I’d also never doubt how much he loved being filled and claimed because his fingers were digging into my arms. “So full…and that’s…it’s…yes…that’s right.”
I wasn’t sure what was right but I was sure it was time to send him flying. One quick snap of my hips and the gasping cry he gave me in return said I was definitely right about that.
“Wow.” Laughing would not have been the right response to his delighted exclamation, so I focused on making him come and not how cute he was as I started fucking him harder and filling him deep with every thrust. “Yes. Please. That’s.”
Neither of us had the brains to figure out what he was trying to say because he was so tight and so perfect around me, it was all I could do to keep going as he unraveled for me. It wasn’t enough, though. My beautiful boy deserved more than just an orgasm.
He deserved a core memory he’d never forget.
Frustrating him would come first, though.
Pulling out got a pout as his eyes went wide, but as he glared at me, I flipped him over and chuckled as he let out a high-pitched squeak. “Master?”
“You didn’t think I’d let you come without playing another game, did you?” Something about my wicked tone or his own dirty imagination had him sucking in a breath, but sinking back into him was a wonderful distraction. “Almost there.”
His moan said he approved of the direction the game was taking, but he let out another surprised sound as I sat him up so he was sitting impaled on my dick. “You’re…you’re deeper now.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible but I wasn’t going to argue with him.
Kissing his neck and wrapping my hand around his sexy erection were more fun. “Ride me, pretty boy.”
Instinctively reaching for the headboard, he slowly rose up before sinking back down. It took him a few tries to find the rhythm he liked best, but as he started racing for his orgasm, I threw a wrench in his carefully constructed attempt.
I tightened my fist as he rose up, then kept it still as he sank back down on me. It was just enough of a tug to have his whole body lighting up, but not enough to fall into the big tug category. “Oh…that’s…”
Good judging by the way he shook and bucked again. “It’s…that’s…”
“Are you tugging on your cock, pretty boy. Oh dear.” The playfully sad tone got a whimper from him and another ride on my cock to give himself another tug. “Are you hurting that cute cock? Be nice to him.”
My sexy boy whimpered and shook his head. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was responding to, the question or something in his own head, but either way he bucked and continued to play tug as he’d originally called it. “Can you come like this? I don’t want to hurt my cute toy.”
His response was another ragged moan and to fuck himself back onto my erection so I could tug on his again.
I could see his mouth opening as he road faster and made the sexiest sounds as he punished his cock, but words never came out.
Moans did. Gasps did. His tongue came out to lick his lips as his entire body started to shake.
He was the sexiest man I’d ever met and the sweetest sub I’d ever seen and he exploded as the pain and pleasure mixed too perfectly and his orgasm barreled through him.
Cum drenched my hand as I finally started jerking him off in time with his thrusts, doing my best to keep his orgasm going as long as possible before following him over.
When he was nearly boneless and slumped over on the bed, I thrust into his perfect ass until I’d marked him as completely as I could and exactly how he’d politely asked to be filled at dinner.
For someone who’d thought we were very vanilla on our date, he’d been very forthcoming about what the perfect virgin sacrifice would look like.
So I knew I’d done perfectly as he sighed and a smile peeked out. “Amazing.”
Adorable.
Gathering him up in my arms, I shifted so we were both stretched out on the bed with him as my sweet little spoon.
His eyes were half closed as he wrapped my arms around him tighter and he snuggled closer.
“I can’t wait until we love each other. All…
all the subs say that just makes this even better. ”
“Pretty boy, if being with you gets any better, I’ll know we’ve both died and gone to Heaven.
” He giggled quietly as I kissed his neck, smiling with an ear-to-ear grin as he pressed back against me.
“One day you’re going to look at me and just know you love me.
It’s going to be a quiet moment or when you’re angry at me because I’ve done something ridiculous, but you’ll just know and it’ll hit like a truck. ”
“I can’t wait, Master.” Nuzzling his head against mine, he sighed. “More kisses. I need more kisses.”
“I’ll always be here to give you more kisses, pretty boy.”
Because I was his Master…his Owner…his lover…and he was my beautiful boy.