Chapter 12 #2
I could hear the shift in his breathing and his sexy sounds, and I knew if I kept it up, he’d be flying. That would definitely be good for another night, but it wasn’t what he’d spent half the day hinting for.
He wanted to be fucked into oblivion, so that was what his Dom was going to give him.
So as he shook and probably tried to keep his mind on reality, I rolled him over on my lap and gathered him up in my arms. I wouldn’t volunteer to run a marathon carrying him, but we made it to the bed without me looking like a wimp. “Yes, I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
Knox’s head bobbed as I laid him down on the side of the bed and spread his legs wide.
Other than that, he seemed to be enjoying all the sensations running through him too much to find words.
But he was chatty enough the rest of the time that I knew he could’ve found a safeword if he wanted one, so I didn’t worry as I grabbed the lube off the nightstand and flicked open the cap as loudly as I could.
His body jerked but the only sound he made was a moan.
That was not a safeword and neither was the way he was rubbing his ass against the bed as he inched his legs wider apart, loving the painful pleasure that was still running through him.
His poor cock was pressed against the cage, but I wasn’t going to release him yet and he hadn’t even asked to be freed.
He liked being owned and I knew he was going to enjoy being used and fucked just as much. Every reaction and every movement he made said it was what he wanted, down to the way he helped me lift his legs and rest his feet on the mattress, completely opening him to me.
I let the silence drag out until I filled him with one finger in a single long thrust. When he clenched around me and let out a needy whine, I huffed. “Slut.”
That did not help his ability to be still but it did get the words flowing again. “I’m sorry, Master. I can’t help it. No one...No one has ever...”
No one had ever tormented him with his own fantasies before?
“I know. But you won’t be untouched for much longer.
” Playing back into the fantasy since he hadn’t done anything to shift us away from it, I added a second finger.
The way he squirmed and whined just played into the virgin fantasy even though I knew he wanted more, not less.
“No, soon my newest slut is going to be filled with his Master.”
The promise of finally getting fucked had another jolt running through him before I even started playing with his prostate.
“I’m...I’ll...I’ll be good, Master.” He wasn’t specific about what that meant but that didn’t matter.
“If you’re a very good boy for me, slut, I’ll lay you out on the table next time I have a banquet.” Easing my fingers out of him as I released my dick, I teased him with the fantasy as I reached for the condom I’d set out earlier. “There are so many ways I could enjoy showing you off.”
Letting him hear me open the wrapper, I listed off some fun options he’d written about in some naughty shorts he’d posted in the group. “You could be a beautiful tray decorated with desserts. You could be a living plate everyone shares from.”
Rolling the condom down my length, I stepped between his legs and nudged his hole with the head of my dick just to make sure he realized what the plan was. His reaction was to shake and moan and try to wiggle closer, so I pressed forward slowly.
His moan was music to my ears, but I didn’t let it distract me. “Yes, all those hands and tongues.”
Filling him slowly, I rocked back and forth carefully until he was making the sexiest, neediest whimpers and I knew he was stretched. “You’d be blushing and pretend to be nervous, but your tiny toy would give you away.”
Flicking the head of his cock had him sucking in a breath and had his hands grasping to dig into the comforter. “Yes, they’d know what a slut you were because it’d be hard and waving around if I let it out of its cute little cage.”
I eased almost all the way out, then flicked the tip again as I thrust into him in one long stroke. The combination of pain and pleasure—and probably the images in his head—had him crying out and I could feel him shaking around my dick as I fucked him hard.
He tugged at the covers as he squirmed to get closer but that wasn’t up to him, so I pinned him in place and kept up the rough rhythm.
My hands on his thighs seemed to make the fantasy more vivid or just made him feel even more used and trapped because I could feel his body trying to orgasm around me as I tightened my grip.
“Please. Please. I’ll be good, Master. I’ll be good. Use me. Please let me come.” He probably could’ve kept going, but his begging was getting more desperate with every thrust and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Please. Yes. I’ll be good. I’ll be a good slave. Yes. Please.”
I had a feeling he’d have promised me anything I wanted to hear, so I just let him ramble as I rolled his ass up and found the perfect position to nail his prostate with every thrust. When the begging trailed off to a desperate cry, I finally released the cage and freed his cock. “Come.”
Bingo.
Letting out a frantic sound as his dick filled and exploded in what seemed to be a split second, Knox clenched around me and cried out as his orgasm fired through him and cum shot out of his cock to decorate his sexy chest.
I fucked him as long as I could but when his pleasure started to fade, I let myself follow him over the edge with the last of his tight clenches around me.
My only regret was that we hadn’t talked enough about the negative test results he’d emailed me.
But from the way his fantasies leaned, I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was plugged and filled with my cum at the very least.
Just imagining that would’ve pushed me over the edge and I kept it at the front of my mind as I filled the condom instead of his sexy ass. As the pleasure finally faded and he was boneless with an exhausted punch-drunk grin on his face, I pushed the thought of it to the back of my mind.
“That was...I’m so...” The disjointed words were interrupted by smiles and sighs that said more than the words ever would. “I’m so glad I found you.”
Before I could reply or even ease out of his exhausted body, he let out a deep breath and sleep pulled him under.
He was utterly insane but that seemed to be one of his best qualities, so I wasn’t going to complain...I was, however, going to get us both cleaned up and him tucked in bed. My naughty author’s work was done for the day but I still had a few things to take care of.