Chapter 18 #2
My face and dick were having a contest to see which one could burst into flames first. The leather against my throat was tight but not too tight. Not enough to choke me but snug enough to never let me forget it was there.
I looked fucking obscene in the mirror. Like a sub in some dungeon playroom.
The collar nestled over my Adam’s apple, and the tag caught the light.
The tail was just as shiny. My nipples were puckered tight.
My ass clamped reflexively, muscle squeezing around the plug, which was so much firmer and unforgiving than a dick.
I was bloated and full with it. Dunked in lust and dripping onto the carpet.
“You brought all this on the plane?” I asked.
Jesse smiled, one hand working his shaft. “I brought a lot of things.”
God, did he have a leash, too? I bit my tongue before I could open my fat mouth and give him ideas.
Jesse moved away and patted his thigh. “Come.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck. I crawled forward, and he kept moving, snapping his fingers like someone bringing their dog to heel.
“Wag it a little, honey. Show me how pretty you are.”
My face invented a new shade of red. I swiveled my hips as I crawled, and the tail swished behind me. The movement made the plug roll against my prostate, and I choked on my own spit, nearly face-planting into the carpet. My arms shook like I was trying to hold a blocking sled uphill in full pads.
But I wasn’t in pads or a uniform or anything. I was covered in humiliation, Jesse’s collar around my throat and his puppy tail swaying above my ass.
“That’s it,” he said, approval rich in his voice. “Such a good boy.”
He led me in a circuit around the room: past the bed, past the dresser, back toward the mirror.
He walked a little too quickly, and I could never catch up.
All by design, of course. Every few steps, he snapped his fingers, and another shot of blood rushed to my dick.
It swung heavy between my legs, leaking a trail I’d have to clean up later.
My knees burned against the carpet, and my breathing sounded like I’d just run the stadium stairs.
Every movement sent the plug grinding deeper, pleasure sliding thick and hot over my gland.
When we reached the mirror again, Jesse stopped and let me rest. I sat back on my heels, covered in sweat with my pulse thumping hard under the collar.
“Poor puppy,” Jesse said, not sounding the least bit sympathetic. “You still want my ass?”
My dick twitched. “Fuck, yes. I mean, sir. Yes, sir.”
He gestured to the bathroom. “Go fetch a towel.”
I knew better than to stand. But, fuck, it was a long way to the bathroom. I crawled there anyway, the tail waving above my ass and rubbing my prostate raw. In the bathroom, I tugged a towel from the bottom shelf with my teeth and returned to the bedroom.
Jesse lay propped against the pillows on the bed, one knee drawn up as he stroked his dick. He snapped his fingers. “Up.”
My mouth watered around the fabric pinched between my teeth. I clambered onto the bed and dropped the towel next to him, my ass resting on my knees. The mirror taunted me in the corner of my vision, showing the black tail curving to the small of my back.
“Good boy.” Jesse sat up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “So fucking pretty.”
I sucked at the tip, but he pushed deeper, pressing down on my tongue until I gagged. He pulled out a little, and I breathed around his thumb.
“You’re perfect like this. I want to punish you for it.” He reached his free hand around my hip and pushed the tail up, setting off a lava flow of pleasure that made me moan around his thumb. I was fucking drooling with it, my ass and dick one giant, throbbing heartbeat.
His eyes went heavy-lidded as he caught the base of the tail and wagged it all slow and deliberate.
The plug rolled against my prostate like he’d found a dial inside me and decided to play with the settings.
Sparks showered down my thighs, and I whined around his thumb, hips jerking and making everything worse.
He kept doing it, cataloging every moan and twitch like he planned to publish his findings. “And you were being such a good boy. Now you can’t sit still.”
That wasn’t fair! I couldn’t say it with his thumb like a paper weight on my tongue. But I protested with a groan and another roll of my hips. Not exactly a winning counterargument.
“I could keep you like this all night,” he said, wagging the tail and drawing filthy, wet sounds from my asshole. “Just sit here and play with your tail until you cry.”
I believed him. My dick drooled a fresh string of precum onto the sheets.
“You’re allowed to use your mouth on me,” Jesse said. “Nothing else.”
It took me a second to process speech, my brain all thumbs and elbows. “Yeth, thir,” I said around his thumb.
He pushed it deep again, gagging me, and I coughed, saliva spilling down my chin. He did it a few more times before pulling his thumb from my mouth and rolling onto his stomach.
An exclamation point probably formed over my head.
He thrust a pillow under his hips and spread his legs. Propped on his forearms, he gave me an expectant look over his shoulder.
“No fingers, puppy. Just your mouth.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, voice like rusty pipes.
He faced forward, leaving me alone with a view nobody else on the planet got.
I took my time with it, sliding my gaze down the broad wedge of his back to the twin dimples at the base of his spine.
The pillow tilted his hips up, presenting his ass like something in a bakery display case: high, round, all muscle, his cheeks parted just enough to show the shadow of his cleft.
He’d spread his thighs wide on the mattress, and his long legs ran down to muscular calves and the elegant arches of his feet.
His fat dick pointed down like an arrow, the shaft tan against the white sheet, his sack resting heavy on top of it.
“I am so fucking gay,” I murmured. He said nothing, and he didn’t look back, but I felt his smile all the same.
I climbed between his thighs and pressed my lips to the small of his back first, testing. He made a soft sound and shifted beneath me. Emboldened, I kissed lower, following the curve of his ass.
He moaned and slid his thighs wider. His cleft parted, and he canted his hips up, bunching the pillow tighter against his abdomen. His hole was so small and tight. Everything else about him was big, but not this. The pink whorl was like a tiny star.
Fuck, I wanted it.
I lowered my face and dragged my tongue over his hole. Flattened it and went again, licking right over the taut entrance to his body.
Jesse grunted, the muscles in his back twitching. “Fuck.”
I was slower this time, circling the rim with the tip of my tongue. He tasted clean and slightly salty. And so warm. Trembling and sweet. Fuck, I was always going to want this. I traced circles around his rim, then pressed my tongue flat and held it there.
He gasped and rolled his hips back against my face.
We moaned together. I sucked and licked at his opening, mimicking all the ways he drove me crazy when our positions were reversed. The plug shifted inside me as I moved, and I breathed heavy against his cleft as hot waves of pleasure rolled through me.
“Don’t stop,” Jesse ordered, voice muffled in his forearms.
He didn’t have to worry about that. I dove back in, lapping and sucking hard. I pointed my tongue and pushed, feeling the tight muscle resist before giving just a little.
Jesse groaned and spread his knees wider, his back arching deeper. The new angle gave me better access, and I worked my tongue in small circles before pushing again.
“More,” he grunted. “Get it wet.”
No problem because I was drooling, every twitch and roll of his hips stoking my lust higher. His ring squeezed my tongue, and I moaned and thrust it in and out of him. So goddamn hot.
But it wasn’t just his taste or the indecent squeeze of muscle. It was his reaction—and the knowledge that I delivered it. I brought him pleasure, reducing Jesse van der Meer to whimpers and quick rolls of his hips.
It was the most he’d ever let me do. I knew that like I’d been born knowing it, the certainty etched on my bones. He was never going to be okay with me topping him, but I didn’t need that. We fit together, me and him, no need for mortar.
The metal tag on my collar clinked softly as Jesse’s moans climbed higher. I licked down to his balls and sucked at each globe before mouthing at his dick. I dabbled my tongue around it, sucking at his silky foreskin.
“Fuck,” he rasped, rocking under me. I worked my way back to his hole and fluttered my tongue.
My jaw ached. My face was slick with spit.
The tail swayed above my ass, and the plug nudged my prostate over and over.
I buried my face between his cheeks and french-kissed his hole, smacking and sucking at the puckered little mouth.
“Enough,” Jesse barked, and I pulled back, scrambling onto my knees. My dick was so hard I thought I might actually pass out.
Jesse surged to his knees and rounded on me. “Hold your dick out.”
I grabbed my erection with a clumsy hand.
He faced me on the bed and pumped his dick, his slit brushing mine. Sweat gleamed on his neck and shoulders and his thick, heaving pecs with those pink nipples I wanted to suck.
Jesse jerked off, his eyes two fierce slivers of gold as he stared me down.
Then he was coming. Semen landed in hot stripes on my cock, my fingers, my stomach.
He bucked his hips, a hoarse cry ripping from him as he covered me in his cum.
It dripped off my dick and slid down my nuts, and he kept coming, white streaks lashing my skin.
He jerked a final time, his groan thick with satisfaction. Chest heaving, he ran a finger through the mess on my stomach. “This is a good look for you, puppy. Covered in me.” He pushed his finger into my mouth.
I sucked, my dick ready to blow. My ass clamped hard around the plug. The collar pinched my throat. I waited for Jesse to stroke me.