Prologue #3
“Relax, pet, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen that you don’t want, and I won’t let anyone see or touch you.
Just me.” I zone in on his presence and his words, the tension releasing slowly from my neck and shoulders.
It takes a moment to realize I’m slouching, and I straighten my posture again, but Scott’s voice is there again, low and steady.
“Shhh. You’re doing so good. Take a deep breath.
That’s it. Now let it go, and let go of the rest of this tension.
It’s only you and me here, and I’m going to take care of you. ”
I don’t know this person. And it’s definitely not only him and me here– we’re in public for fuck’s sake, surrounded by dozens of other people. Except, for some reason, I believe him.
“You’re safe,” he whispers in my ear as his fingertips gently run up and down my sides, across my stomach, and circle my belly button. “You don’t have to be anyone right now. You don’t have to do or say anything. Just breathe and let me take care of you.”
My body breaks out in a rash of goosebumps, and his fingers feel like static over my sensitive flesh. Little sparks light up every inch of exposed skin.
Before I know it, I’m practically limp against this stranger without even realizing it.
There’s a vague realization that it should be worrisome, but I can’t remember why.
All I know is here and now, the comfort of his strong arms and the warmth of his body heat, and the way his roaming fingers light me up all over.
“You’re hard,” Scott says against my ear, stating the obvious. I don’t respond. I don’t think he needs me to. “You like giving me control, don’t you?”
I think I nod this time, but I’m not sure. I’m too busy shivering at the way he’s running his fingers around each of my peaked nipples. I’ve never been into nipple play before, never noticed them being especially sensitive, but right now I think I could come if he kept going, or if he–
“Ah!” I gasp when he pinches my left nipple, and my body buckles under the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me. Scott holds me steady, pressed snuggly against his chest, while he continues to drive me wild by barely touching me.
What is this?
I’m swimming in my awareness of only two things– this man, and my body that is no longer in my command. Nothing else exists.
A tear falls down my cheek. It might not even be the first, I’m not sure.
I’m only really aware of it because Scott turns my head and gently kisses it off my face.
He tilts my chin up and doesn’t quite kiss me, but softly rubs his lips against mine, almost like he’s sharing the salty taste of my shame with me.
Why am I crying?
Why don’t I want him to stop?
Why do I want him to keep touching me? To use me for his pleasure. To make me into nothing more than a vessel…
The way my body shifts presses Scott’s crotch right up against my bound hands. I cup him through his jeans and rub his stiff cock. He feels big. Certainly thicker than me, then again that would be proportionate to the rest of him.
Scott growls and captures my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to hurt. An embarrassing whine, a sound like nothing I’ve ever made before, falls out of me.
“You need to behave if you want me to keep making you feel good,” he admonishes, and I push to my tiptoes to kiss him, but he moves at the last second.
A little roughly, Scott takes hold of my bound wrists and pushes them up to the small of my back. He holds me with one hand while the other roams, his touch firmer this time, squeezing and kneading my flesh.
“You like this,” he says, groping my pecs, squeezing them and pushing them up. I grunt my agreement and try to push my ass back against him, but he keeps holding me in place. His hand roams lower, closer to where I really want it to be.
Every inch closer to my cock, pressing painfully behind my zipper, I feel closer to coming in my pants.
“How fast would you shoot if I took your cock out and jerked you right here and now?”
“Too fast,” I cough out weakly, then groan when Scott does nothing to relieve the pressure building up in my mind and body. “P-please.”
Scott stills for a moment, and so do I. I don’t know where that came from, and I certainly didn’t give myself permission to say it. Especially in such a weak, breathy little whimper.
“Fuck,” Scott murmurs into the back of my hair. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please,” I repeat. And then for good measure, “Green.”
I feel rather than hear the growl of appreciation that rumbles out of Scott’s chest as he moves us several steps backwards, then spins me around. I’m disoriented until my back hits a wall.
With one hand pressed against my chest to keep me pinned to the wall, the other moves down to my fly and releases the pressure containing my cock.
My jeans are opened and pushed down just below my balls.
It’s a little uncomfortable but the sting of pain helps me not blow my load before he even touches me.
Scott’s thick fingers push into my mouth, two, then four, rubbing over my tongue and pushing into the back of my throat.
I gag and moan while saliva builds up and pours out the edges of my lips and down the sides of my face.
He fucks my mouth like it’s my ass, and suddenly I’ve never wanted someone inside me as much as I want him right now.
I‘ve trusted very few people to top me, but I think I’d let this stranger do anything he wants to me.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and commands me to spit. I obey and hear him do the same.
When his large, hot, spit-slicked hand wraps around me, I almost wail from the intense pleasure-pain combo of his tight grip on my over-sensitive cock.
“Let me hear it again,” Scott says gruffly. “It’s so fucking hot when you beg me.”
I moan, but it’s not enough. Scott demands to hear my words.
“You don’t get to come until I let you. So be good and tell me what I want to hear, or I’ll play with you like a toy until you’re so desperate you won’t care who else hears you beg.”
Lightning zaps down my spine, right to my balls. “Please,” I whisper hoarsely. He groans appreciatively and strokes me in long, slow pulls. My balls are tight, toes curling from the effort of holding on. I’m dizzy from the effort of holding back.
Scott’s words distort until they sound like they’re coming through a tunnel, and all the other sounds in the room are muffled.
“You’re no one and your body belongs to me right now. Such a hot, tight little body, all mine to play with as I please. Nothing but a toy. Isn’t that right?”
I almost choke but can’t get an answer through my tight throat.
Scott’s hand stops working my cock and I let out a loud whine that would mortify me in any other situation, but like he said, I’m not here right now.
I’m nowhere. I’m nobody. I’m nothing but electricity– pain and pleasure and need.
“Answer me, pet. I need to know how much you like me playing with you.”
All I manage is another choked whimper.
“Who are you?” Scott asks firmly.
“N-no one.”
“What are you?”
I hesitate, working what he wants me to say out in my mind. “A toy.”
“Whose toy?”
“Yours,” I croak.
“And what do you want?”