10. Scott #2
Stepping forward into his space so my chest is against his back, I bend down to run my tongue over the raised flesh, then bite down just hard enough to make him suck in a breath.
“Did you hear me, pet?” I ask, my tone low, breath fanning over the slight mark I left on the back of his neck.
I feel the shiver that runs through him before he nods almost imperceptibly.
“Green,” he rasps, voice barely more than a whisper.
Giving him another little love tap of encouragement, I send him off to his room.
As soon as I hear the water running in the shower, I strip.
The kitchen sink isn’t the ideal place to wash your junk and pits, but it works fine in a pinch.
I wash up as best I can, brush my teeth, then go on a hunt for my bottle of lube that apparently rolled under the couch last night.
It’s impossible not to give myself a few long, slow strokes while I listen to Naz move around the room. I’m patient, but I’ve been thinking about what I have planned for him all fucking day.
The second I hear the slight creak of the bedframe, I’m ready to bust into that room and get down to business, but I hold steady, knowing that making him wait is just going to amp up his libido and make this even better for him.
I wait as long as I can, clenching my hands together behind my back to keep from jerking off and coming before I’m even in there. The anticipation really does it for me, though, and the moment I notice a drop of precum fall from the tip of my dick and land on the floor, it’s go time.
The moment the door opens, I have to hold back a groan.
“Damn pet, that’s a pretty sight.”
Naz is positioned just how I told him, in the middle of the bed with his face pressed against the mattress.
His knees are spread wide, ass in the air, presenting me with the most beautiful view of his tight, puckered asshole.
His balls are drawn up tight already, cock hanging down and begging to be touched.
There’s a little wet spot growing on the blue fabric of the bed beneath his leaking tip that I desperately want to replace with my mouth.
Even better is the way his arms are positioned over his head, wrists crossed. And around his pretty neck is the soft, red leather collar.
“Fuck. Do you have any clue what seeing you like this does to me?”
He doesn’t speak, but I see his hips shift as he fidgets on the bed. I chuckle at the movement, knowing how impatient he can be.
Placing one knee on the bed, I move in behind him just close enough to wipe the wet, leaking head of my cock against his inner thigh so he can feel my excitement.
“Do you realize how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into?
” I ask, trailing my fingers through the mess I left on his leg, rubbing it into his skin with a light, barely there touch.
“You gave me something last night. Something I liked very much. Something I’ve been obsessing over all day. Do you know what that is?”
There’s a muffled sound of protest when I skim my fingers up along the seam of his balls and circle his hole before smoothing my palm over one ass cheek and up his back.
Smack!
Naz lets out a breathy yelp of surprise, followed by a contented sigh as I soothe the reddening flesh of his ass with my palm again.
Smack!
I repeat the process on the other side, petting him like a cat before Smack! Smack!
I alternate sharp, stinging slaps and soothing strokes until his ass is more red than tan.
“You still haven’t answered me, pet.”
Whatever his response is, it’s muffled against the mattress. Leaning over him, I slip a finger under the back of his collar and lift his head up.
“Your cum,” he rasps. “Inside me.”
“That’s right. You let me breed this needy little hole.” I rub the length of my cock over his hole, letting the heavy weight of it rest between the reddened cheeks of his ass. Goddamn, that sight could provide me enough spank bank material for the rest of my life.
“I think that was more for me than you,” he groans, trying to push back against me.
“You think so, do you?”
Naz tries to nod, the movement stilted by my hold on his collar.
“Well in that case, I’m sure you won’t mind if I breed this ass all night, will you?”
“Fuck,” he says. It comes out garbled and his breaths are labored from the pressure around his neck. He doesn’t protest though, he only pushes back on me harder, grinding his ass on my dick and all but begging me to fuck him.
To my left, I see the black canvas box I found earlier when I was snooping. Sitting on top of it, like he anticipated what I’d want to do to him, are the coiled-up leash and a black silicone butt plug, already shiny with lube.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Did you use that little thing to tease me, or do you actually want me to split you in two? We both know that’s not big enough to get you ready for me.”
All I get from him is a humming sound that answers what I already know. He wants it to hurt. He put on that collar because he doesn’t know how to ask for it, but he wants something more intense from me tonight.
“Let’s see what else we have in here, shall we?”
I release him, allowing him to get a few long, deep pulls of air in while I reach down for the box and set it on the bed next to us.
“Oh, pet. You dirty little slut. Look at all these toys.” I say, rifling through it as if it were the first time. “Is this what you use to fuck yourself when I’m not here?”
When he doesn’t answer right away, I give him another hard smack. “Yes!” falls out of him like a plea. Like he’s already on the edge.
“I think we’ll have some fun with all of this later,” I promise, clipping the leash to the front of his collar and letting it hang next to him while I lube up my cock and a different plug.
“For now, let me tell you what we’re going to do,” I start, making sure he can see me set aside the larger sized toy, glistening and ready.
“I’m going to fuck a load into this tight ass, plug you up, and leave you here to wait for me while I take a nice, long shower.
Maybe have a snack. Then, whenever I’m ready, I’m going to come back and do it again.
You’re going to stay here, in exactly this position, with your ass up in the air just waiting for my cock to use whenever I see fit. ”
“Mmmpff—Yesss.”
“My little no one. My pet. Tonight, you’re going to be my little cum dumpster,” I say, bending low to press my lips to one ass cheek, then the next. I continue peppering soft kisses over his skin while muttering all the filthy, degrading things that make him squirm.
He loves to hate the way I call him little, even though he’s really not. He’s above average in size all over, but he’s smaller than me, so that makes him little.
Pushing two fingers inside him, I tsk again. “You should have done a better job stretching out this hole for me. It’s going to hurt when I shove my fat cock in there to make my first deposit.”
He moans, just as I knew he would.
“Such a pain slut,” I admonish. “I wonder what your fans would say if they knew you were lying here ass up like this, begging to be split open by your bodyguard’s big, fat cock and ridden hard? Used and abused and dripping with cum?”