Strange Dreams #3
“The longer you take to cum, the bigger that plug is going to get,” Arlon warns, and I can’t stop the ragged moan that breaks past my lips.
He toys with my piercings, tugging and twisting them as I squirm on his lap, my entire body flushed and hot from the onslaught of stimulation.
The pleasure is overwhelming, wiping every last thought from my head, but my end remains just barely out of my reach.
Hazily, I realize Arlon’s moving me, gently pushing me to stand. He turns me before he bends me over his desk, and I bury my face against my arms as my chest rests flat against the surface.
“Ass out, Dom,” he orders, and I do as told before he taps the base of the plug again.
The toy blooms, growing even bigger as it squirms and writhes against the deepest parts of me.
I wail, hands reaching out to wrap around the far edge of his desk, hips thrusting and lifting to vainly try and maneuver the toy where I need it.
It feels like an impossible task to cum like this, but fuck if the challenge isn’t exactly what I need.
I’m not sure how long I squirm before I vaguely hear Arlon shuffle through the papers on his desk to pick up the letter Galiva brought.
He frowns at it as he distractedly taps the base of the plug once more.
It fills every inch of me, forcing my last shred of attention back to the task he’s given me.
Sweat stings my eyes, a string of muffled moans and cries pouring from my lips. Arlon’s hand strokes down my back and ass, and his touch is deliciously cool against my heated skin. Then, finally, the heat starts to condense, building in my gut.
“O-oh fuck,” I gasp, hands tightening around the far edge of his desk.
“Let me see it, sweet boy,” Arlon says before he taps the base of the plug one more time.
Those writhing tendrils ram against my sweet spot, and I shout as my orgasm finally crashes through me.
My legs shake, body trembling as my trapped cock leaks a long string of cum onto the floor under my feet.
After such a buildup, it seems to go on forever, making my balls ache as they’re thoroughly emptied.
The pleasure just starts to turn sharp, bordering on too much, before Arlon stills the plug with one last tap.
I let out a gust of a moan, relief making me lightheaded as the thing shrinks inside of me.
Arlon is gentle as he pulls it free before he reaches down to release my cock from the painful confines of the cage.
I tremble under his gentle care, moaning as a new wave of pleasure rushes through me when my cock is finally allowed to hang free again.
I’m too tired to move from the surface of his desk, exhausted and satisfied as I bask in the afterglow of pleasure. Arlon’s warm chuckle makes me shiver before he gives my ass a gentle pat. “Good boy.”
“T-thank you, sir,” I murmur, pillowing my head on my arms.
Arlon’s hand slides off my ass as he grabs his letter opener, slicing through the seal of the letter Galiva brought. He puts one hand on my back, and I’m happy to be an armrest for him, enjoying the way his fingers drum against my skin as he reads.
Until his fingers abruptly stop.
I blink an eye open to look at Arlon, but it’s like I’ve ceased to exist. Every bit of his attention is drawn to whatever is in that letter. And from the way his brow is pinched, his frown suddenly more pronounced, he doesn’t like it.
“Sir?”
His eyes flick to me, but his grin feels forced as he folds the missive and tosses it onto his desk. “I’m sorry, Dom, but I need to deal with this.”
I straighten as he stands. I’m still half in a daze as he reaches for my collar. Unease settles in me as he loosens the silver buckle before he slips my collar off and hands it to me. An official dismissal.
Usually I spend the night with him, but that’s become less and less common in the months we’ve been back. I close my hand around the soft leather, dread settling in my stomach as I ask, “Is... everything alright, sir?”
Arlon cups my face before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “It’s nothing to worry about. An annoyance, but an urgent one. I have to deal with it tonight.”
I want to believe him. I don’t, but I want to.
Guess I’m not the only one giving half-truths.
“Are you alright?” he asks gently.
I nod, offering a small smile. “Yes, sir. I’m fine. I’ll catch up on some sleep tonight.”
“Take a moment,” he says, thumb stroking my cheek. I lean into his touch as I come the rest of the way down from the high he shot me into. When I finally straighten, his smile is tinged with sadness. “Can I check on you tomorrow?”
He doesn’t need to, but I know he will anyway. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m sorry, Dom.”
“No, it’s okay. I get it,” I say before I lean up to kiss his cheek.
And I do. That I’m just one more cause of stress on top of the mountain he’s already dealing with makes me want to sink into the floor.
But I don’t do that, either. Instead, I clean up the mess I left on his floor, don my shed clothes, and head out of his office, my collar in hand.