Chapter 11
Knox
Dessert.
Orgasms.
Punishments.
Wait. Did I want to be punished?
Before I could finish forming the question in my head, Master’s grip on my neck got firmer and my head felt floaty again. “That’s right. All you need to do is follow my instructions. Nothing else matters, does it?”
I managed to shake my head, but I wasn’t sure that was the correct response until he made a pleased sound and started walking us toward the kitchen. “Yes, you’re going to be my good boy and submit completely to your Master.”
It wasn’t really a question but I nodded anyway because whatever he was planning sounded perfect to me. “I...I will, Master.”
Somehow, we made it into the kitchen without my running into anything stupid or orgasming, but he scattered my brains again as he led me over to the counter. “Just ignore the staff. They’ll get used to seeing you naked eventually.”
God.
My body flashed hot and cold before reality tuned back in and he turned me around to lift me up on the counter. My ass settled on what was probably a towel of some sort instead of the counter, which said I hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention to what was going on around me.
But he was making that so difficult.
He even gave me another innocent virgin on their wedding night kiss and smiled tenderly. “I’m going to make it even easier for you. Close your eyes.”
I obeyed and heard him open a drawer, but it didn’t take long to figure out what he was doing.
He’d blindfolded me.
“There we go.” Fingers gently trailed down my face and neck like he was learning about his new horse. “Now you don’t have to worry about all the stares you’re getting.”
His staff.
My Master’s staff.
And he could do whatever he wanted with me while they watched and no one would say a thing because he’d saved me and I was his.
“All you need to worry about is being sweet and looking pretty for me.” His tender tone made the scene feel even dirtier somehow. “Hands right here so you don’t hide your body from me. And remember, don’t worry about how many people can see you.”
As I groaned, he moved my hands so they were resting flat on the counter and spread my legs a few inches wider. “That’s right. All you need to worry about is looking nice for me, so legs spread and make sure this little guy stays nice and pretty for me.”
The way he trailed one finger along my erection made it clear what little guy he was talking about.
All I could do was whimper and try not to fuck myself against his hand.
He chuckled and made a happy sigh. “That’s right.
Good boy. As long as you stay pretty for me while we have a treat, I’ll give you a nice reward later. ”
I managed a nod but nothing else was working. Master didn’t seem to be worried about a ridiculous thing like words, though. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it because it was his due.
Best Master ever.
“Now, stay very still and just ignore the sounds of everyone watching you.” He gave the tip of my cock a tap and chuckled again when I wiggled. “Such a responsive little thing.”
For some reason, I could feel my face heating up and that only made my dick harder. Master’s chuckle wasn’t making it any easier either. “So cute.”
I was either going to crawl under the table or come if he kept it up...maybe both?
Would both get me a spanking?
A punishment?
What kind of punishment would Master give me?
As my brain whirled off in a thousand dirty directions, I heard movement around the kitchen, dishes rattling, drawers opening, the fridge...there could’ve been a dozen people walking around based on all the sounds.
A dozen servants watching the new possession their Master had brought home.
Had he slept with them?
Did he spank them when they were naughty?
“Oh, that’s a good boy.” His sweet tone sent a shiver through me but the gentle touch he gave me as he ran one finger over my slit only made it more erotic. “You’re still looking pretty for me.”
More random kitchen sounds seemed to fill the background as his finger caressed the length of me again. “Remember, pretty boys get rewards, so this needs to stay nice and hard for me. Is that clear?”
Or what?
What was he going to do?
What would he do if I went soft?
Why did he think I might go soft?
There were a dozen other questions that fired through my head, but they scattered in a thousand different directions as something cold and smooth went down my cock.
As I gasped and my body couldn’t seem to decide if it was cold and bad or cold and good, something hot and smooth quickly chased away the cold.
Fuck.
His tongue.
“Delicious.” As Master groaned, licking his lips and making slutty ice cream pleasure sounds, my dick decided that the cold had been good. “And look at you...this little guy is still pretty.”
That was because he’d scrambled my brains and my dick wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on...but it wanted to be licked again, so it was going to behave.
For now.
God.
Cold.
Hot.
His wicked hum made me think he’d gotten precum with that taste and he liked it. “Yes, this is delicious...and you’ve been so good, I’m going to let you try some too.”
What the fuck was it?
There was more background noise and something moved beside me. Had he set something down? Had he reached for something? Had one of the servants come to watch?
“Open your mouth for me, boy.” His order was so simple I obeyed without thinking, but it didn’t take more than a few seconds to start feeling ridiculous with my mouth open.
Was I supposed to swallow something?
Was I going to get a spoonful of something?
A bite of cake?
Something on his dick too?
Wait. That wasn’t reasonable.
I was too high up for that to work but had he said mouth or had he just told me to open? Was he going to eat his reward out of my ass?
I was back to flashing hot and cold again when his lips met mine and his tongue filled my mouth. Oh. I knew that flavor. Cheesecake. My brain scrambled to figure out exactly what it was, but the taste of the sweet and tangy dessert burst over my tongue as he fed me directly from his mouth.
Moaning as I swallowed the treat down and sucked on his tongue as he made love to my mouth like he owned me, I whimpered as he finally pulled away. “Good boy, yes, that’s how you kiss your Master. You’re learning so fast. I think my sweet virgin is going to turn into a naughty slut.”
It shouldn’t have felt that naughty or that erotic, but I could feel my face heating as my dick jerked to beg for his attention.
Master didn’t seem to miss either reaction and made another pleased, happy sound.
“Yes, virgins blush so sweetly, but they’re often the neediest sluts once they give themselves to their Master. ”
He wouldn’t really get upset if I came too soon, right?
It wouldn’t be my fault.
Cheesecake and oral sex.
The combination was...fuck...he did it again.
That time once his tongue stroked down the length of me, he sank deep on my cock and sucked me hard as he slowly eased off me.
He was making sure he got every drop...of my precum and the dessert.
“Hmm, delicious.” Licking the head of my dick like an ice cream cone, Master made another pleased moan like his dessert was the best he’d ever tasted. “But I can’t be greedy. It’s your turn.”
I heard myself whimper as his mouth took mine again, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I tried. He just got sounds from me without my even thinking about it. Moans. Whimpers. I sucked the filling off his tongue, loving the mix of him and the tangy flavor of the dessert.
“Good boy. Yes, you’re going to be a good slut.” His pleased, pride-filled tone made me blush again even if it was a ridiculous response. “You’re already so good at begging.”
He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t sure if I should apologize or squirm.
Master made that even more impossible to decide when he decorated my cock again. “I think everyone’s enjoying watching me have dessert just as much as I’m enjoying eating it...and you. But next time I think I’ll spread you out on the table after dinner.”
His tongue swirled around the head of my dick, and as it darted against my slit, I rocked against the counter and tried to dig my hands into the cold stone. “Master...I...”
Fuck.
My dick was still heavy with dessert as he pulled off, giving it another faint lick as he made a soft thinking sound. “What does my sweet prize want?”
Another flick of his tongue made me whine. “I...I need...I’m...”
Shoot.
Every time I tried to find the words to respond, his tongue darted out to have another taste of his dessert. “Does my needy boy want to come? Is that what you’re asking for?”
Nodding, grateful I didn’t have to find the words, I moaned when he went back to sucking on the head of my dick like it was a lollipop. When he eased off, I almost caught my breath but then his hands spread my legs wider and it sent my brain whirling again.
“Yes, I want to see every inch of my special new toy.” Master pressed a soft kiss against my inner thigh before licking up more dessert. “If you want to come, arch your chest out so everyone can see what tight nubs you’ve got to match this cute little dessert tray here.”
I was back to flashing hot and cold as the erotic teasing worked through me like ribbons, and it only got more insane as I obeyed, sticking my chest out to show everyone my nipples. “Please...I...please, Master...”
I wasn’t sure what I was begging for but I knew I needed his touch.
“Virgins make the sweetest sacrifice.” Master wrapped his lips around my dick again and used an impossibly tight suction to clean it off.
I waited for him to get another bite ready or for him to tease me again, but his hand cupped my jaw and suddenly my mouth was filled with his tongue and the creamy filling that’d just been on my dick. Somehow that made it seem wicked and a shiver raced through me as my face heated again.
Everyone was watching.
They knew what I was eating.
They knew how dirty I was.
Random thoughts and images of everyone watching filled my mind, but it was Master who knew how to fuck with me best. As he pulled back, licking my lips like he was enjoying the last of his dessert, he made a soft, pleased sound. “Spread your legs wider, slut.”
His fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs as I felt him shift against me. “You’ve got sweeter places I haven’t enjoyed yet.”
All it took was one finger brushing over my hole for me to explode.
Just imagining him eating me out that way, with everyone watching and his tongue tasting every inch of me.
..it was all too much. As my dick throbbed and my orgasm burst out of me, Master growled low and wrapped his hand around my erection, giving it a tight jerk that made my toes curl as pain and pleasure flooded through me.
“Virgin sluts with no willpower.” The frustrated tone and the way he kept jerking me off like I was a pain in the ass only made it better. “You’re going to regret this, slut.”
If he was trying to stop my orgasm, he should’ve found a different way to do it. But eventually, the pleasure faded and his tongue was filling my mouth again as his hand held me tight, wrapped around my softening cock like it was his toy to taste or torture.
When he finally released my mouth, his voice was still low and frustrated. “Naughty, greedy sluts have to be punished.”
Oh wow.
“I...I’m sorry?” Was that the right response?
“You will be.” The sexy threat was punctuated by a soft kiss. “You’re going to be a very sorry slut.”