22. Blaine #2
Responded very well to it was probably what he was going to say, but I distracted him by nibbling on him again as I slowly worked his shirt up his chest. “Oh…that’s…”
Good enough he was willing to stop calling me a cheater.
He even sat up and raised his arms so I could slip the T-shirt over his head, but his gaze was foggy like he was distracted and couldn’t focus. It was much better than his previous anxiety. Henley tried to say something but it was lost in a moan as I ran my hands up his chest and over his nipples.
The bond was probably amplifying the sensations, and I loved the way his head fell back and his eyes closed. “That’s my good boy. You’re going to relax and let me touch you.”
The purely human sites I’d found put a significant amount of emphasis on repeating verbal consent as people continued in a new scene, but I could feel how much he wanted my touch.
I’d know as soon as something bothered him, so I took charge and kept up the possessive touch that he seemed to love. “Sir…I…”
Whatever he was going to say was lost in another breathy moan as I circled the pads of my thumbs over his nipples. “Yes, this is what I wanted. Your body and those moans.”
Arching his chest out, it was a silent plea for more so I pinched them, giving them just enough of a sting to have pleasure rushing through him. I could smell how much he loved it, but I flicked the tips to get his attention. “Sounds, mate. Let me hear how it feels.”
I’d never been rewarded quite so well for being bossy, but my mate’s needy whimper went right through me and filled me up like never before. “Good boy. That’s my sweet mate.”
This time the word didn’t conjure up feelings of stress or thoughts of the future. He sighed again and his face smoothed out as I rewarded him with another pinch to his tender nubs. “That’s…please…yes…”
“Good boy.” Rolling the tips between my fingers, I let him writhe for me as I flooded him with painful pleasure. “Yes, rock for me. You’re so hard, aren’t you?”
I’d have killed for another hand, but just using my words to tease his cock got a shiver from him and his legs tightened around me. “Should I give it some attention? Soft and gentle, of course. I’ll just barely stroke it.”
Driving him crazy with the threat of being too sweet had him scrunching up his face and trying not to shake his head. It jerked too much and he was too dramatic for me to have missed it, though. “Please…touch me…more…I…”
Sending spikes of painful pleasure through him chased away more of his ability to think but he fought to get the words out as I pinched his nipples. “I need…harder…I…please.”
The words were clear but he made it even more obvious by reaching for his dick.
“No.” The stern voice a Dom I’d found online said to use seemed to send shock through him but it was quickly followed by another moan. “Who does that belong to?”
Whining, Henley forced his head up and his eyes open, looking wonderfully drunk on the pleasure filling him. “You, Sir.”
“That’s right.” Giving his nipples one more firm tug, I released them as his eyes tried to roll around like dice. “But since you knew the answer to that right away and showed me what a good boy you are, I’ll play rough with it. How does that sound?”
Blinking, Henley was fighting to think through what I was saying and what I was implying. “If…if it belongs to you, then you’ll…you won’t be too gentle?”
He was brilliant even when his brain was only half working. “That’s right. But if I have to share with you then I’m going to be nice with it.”
The logic was confusing enough that I knew why he frowned, but he must’ve liked something in it because he quickly nodded. “It…it belongs to you.”
“Good boy.” Kissing his cheek had him blushing but his embarrassment quickly shifted back to desire as I started exploring lower on his torso. “I’m going to take good care of it.”
He was starting to latch onto some important points of our discussion, but as he opened his mouth, I pushed the front of his pants down. They were thicker than what I was used to seeing men sleep in but thinner than the sweatpants he’d found for me.
I leaned toward slacks and more structured clothing, but I had to admit a certain appreciation for easy-access clothing…and fascinating underwear that barely restrained his erection.
“Oh…” Wrapping my hand around his hard length turned his brain off completely. My sexy boy’s eyelids lowered and pleasure was the only thing he seemed to be feeling or thinking about. “More…please.”
“That’s my good boy. Such sweet manners.
” I wasn’t sure I could’ve given him rougher words or anger, but luckily for both of us, praise and a sweet tone sparked every nerve ending in him.
His cock jerked with just the soft touch, but rewarding him with a tighter grip had him almost drooling.
“You’ve given me such a sexy cock. I’m going to have so much fun now that it belongs to me. ”
But we had a deal, so I focused on his breathing and the way his body reacted to find just the right mix of pain and pleasure for him. Easing back and forth between approaching the limit and shifting toward a softer touch again, I slowly jerked him off, teasing over his slit with every stroke.
“I might go to bed holding it or wake you up in the middle of the night just to play with it because you’ve given it to me.” And I was going to find a hundred fun ways to drive him crazy with it. “It’s going to be relaxing to play with while we’re watching movies too.”
Something about the absurdity or just the sensations I was giving him had a spike of pleasure going through him, giving him the sexiest scent that filled the trailer. “Yours…it’s…”
“That’s right.” Giving him an innocent peck to his other cheek, I shifted my hold on his cock so I could focus on the head and right under his slit. “That means I get to play with it whenever I want, but are you going to try to play with it?”
His head started to shake before his brain processed what I was saying because I could see the moment it hit him. He whined and pouted, but pressing slightly harder got a wonderful moan and he went back to being beautifully brainless. “No…you…just…that’s…”
I was pretty sure he was trying to say “that’s amazing” but I’d found just the right spot to light the fuse for his explosion. It would’ve been too much sensation for me, but Henley started to shake as I kept up the focused pleasure.
“That’s right. It belongs to me and I’m the only one who gets to play with it.” Letting him hear the possession in my voice, I didn’t try to hide what knowing he was mine did to me. “All that pleasure belongs to me. Let me see how good it feels. Come for me, my mate.”
Every muscle felt like it was twitching and he was shaking in my arms as his cock started to throb. His mouth opened in a silent moan as one last firm tug to his oversensitive organ had his orgasm exploding out of him.
He held nothing back as he came and finally cried out as I kept dragging the pleasure out of him. My sweet mate bucked against me, not sure if he wanted to fuck himself into my tight grip or pull against it to get even more of the painful sensations he seemed to love.
Doing my best to drag out his orgasm as long as possible, I kept playing with him until he couldn’t stay hard any longer and he collapsed onto me. Every muscle in him went boneless at the same time and he gave me one last shiver before he didn’t seem to feel anything any longer.
The internet described it as subspace and I could see how his body probably felt weightless and like he was flying. My favorite part was how heavy and grounded he felt against me, though. If he was flying, he anchored me to the ground and that was one of the best feelings I could ever imagine.