12. Chapter 12
Cameron
I’m moving too fast, but fuck, I just can’t help it.
Something about Justin’s innocence calls out to me.
To the worst parts of me, the ones that want to watch him cry and hear him beg, but also to the parts that want to protect and cherish.
I don’t normally praise my pets this much, but the way Justin soaks it up is like a drug. I can’t get enough.
“I don’t have a choice,” he whispers, like he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t want this. His erection and the way he ground his cock against me prove otherwise.
Smugness from having a perfect pet takes a backseat to roaring arousal as Justin runs his tongue over my tip. I groan and throw my head back, then immediately look down again. I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
A stray tear runs down Justin’s cheek and I wipe it with my thumb.
His eyes widen as he watches me bring it to my mouth.
“You’re doing great,” I say. “Touch me.” I probably should have started with that instead of jumping straight into demanding his mouth on me, but I’ve never been the most patient person around.
My brave pet sucks in a deep breath and soldiers on.
His hands feel like ice on my shaft, and I let loose a deep moan when he strokes experimentally.
“Fuck. Keep going. You’re so good at this.
” I nudge his head closer again. “Take me in your mouth. Just the tip. You can do that. You’re doing so well. ”
I want to keep the praise coming because he reacts to it so well, but my mind blanks when the wet heat of Justin’s mouth envelops me.
He glances at me through his lashes and the image of him on his knees with my cock in his mouth, looking at me with the intoxicating combination of fear and desire, is nearly my undoing.
I need to think about something else. Something decidedly unsexy. Like Detective Small, an asshole who’s been following me around a while ago, trying to get me to spy on my clients. The memory helps me stave off my orgasm, but it’s touch and go.
Justin continues moving his hands while gently sucking on my tip. “Fuck,” I groan when he flicks his tongue against the underside and takes me a little deeper. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. You’re gonna make me come sooner than I wanted. So fucking good. Fuck.”
Words are lost to me as Justin finds a rhythm, his head bobbing up and down a tiny bit as he sucks. He isn’t taking me deep, just the tip like I told him, but even that feels amazing.
“Keep looking at me,” I tell him, needing to watch those eyes fill with tears. “Deeper. Yeah, just like that. Eyes on me.”
He has to crane his neck to look at me, but right now, I don’t care about his comfort. All that matters is coming inside of him, making him mine in yet another way.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a hand on Justin’s nape, I take control and force Justin to take more of me.
I don’t let him back up until my cock hits the back of his throat.
He reacts beautifully, submitting to me without as much as a struggle, letting me guide his movements with a firm grip on his hair.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well.” That pure happiness flashes in his eyes again, there and gone in the next heartbeat, like he’s not allowing himself to feel it. “Your mouth feels like heaven. So fucking perfect.”
I loosen the hold on his hair, but even without the encouragement, he keeps sucking me as deep as he can without gagging, his hands squeezing me almost too tightly. Tears forge wet paths down his cheeks, but he obeys my order and keeps his eyes on me, his fear morphing into determination.
“That’s right. Keep going. Show me how good you are at this.
How much you enjoy it.” His teary eyes widen and he tries to shake his head, but I silence his protests by pushing him down on my cock.
“Yes, you are enjoying this. You’re still hard, leaking all over my floor.
You’re desperate to do this right because you want to please me.
You want to be called a good boy, because that’s what you are. You are a good boy. You’re perfect.”
He’s crying now, but he keeps going, and I’m too far gone for coherent words, too far gone to stop the orgasm now. “Fuck. Justin. Fuck!”
As the pleasure spikes, my body arches off the couch, making me thrust even deeper into Justin’s mouth. He gags and tries to pull away, but I keep him in place for the first few spurts, then let the rest land on his chest.
Justin swallows what he can, but as he coughs, some of my cum spills from his mouth and down his chin. With his red-rimmed, slightly unfocused eyes and cum all over him, he looks deliciously debauched.
Once I can think straight again, I pull him back onto my lap. Without hesitation, he curls into my chest, sobbing and whimpering occasionally, but it’s not the full blown crying fit from before. One glance confirms what I said earlier: he’s still as hard as ever.
“Ssh.” I smooth a hand over his back. “You made it, and you’ve done so well. I’m proud of you, pet.” That must trigger something in him because another wave of tears seems imminent. I stop it by grabbing his cock. “Do you want your reward now?”
“I…” Justin hesitates. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why not? You’ve earned it.” I hate that ill-conceived notion that it’s somehow wrong to enjoy an act you haven’t consented to. Pleasure is pleasure, and one should enjoy it while they can.
I could force Justin, make him come whether he wants it or not, but I want him to choose it. To choose pleasure over rigid societal norms that have no meaning down here. I want him to choose me, but it’s way too early for that, so I’ll just settle for him choosing to accept a hard-earned orgasm.
He whimpers when I stroke him gently, but doesn’t say anything.
“I can stop,” I suggest. I let go of his cock, earning myself a disappointed whine.
Justin’s hands twitch as if he wants to reach for himself, but he wisely lets them rest on my chest. He might be innocent, but he knows a lot about how a pet should behave.
“Please,” he whispers, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
“Yes?” I tease him with another light stroke. “You’ll have to say it, pet. What do you want me to do?”
“I-I want…” He stumbles over the words like his tongue is tied into knots. “I want it, please.”
Were I not feeling satisfied and pleasantly tired, I would have pushed him harder to spell it out in detail, but Justin really has been good on his first day, so I let it slide. “You mean this?” I ask as I wrap my hand around his cock again. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” His voice breaks on a sob and tears tickle my neck, but his hips thrust against my hand. “Please. Sir,” he adds like the good pet he is. I don't quite like the guilt in his voice, but there will be time to deal with that later. Now, I have a reward to give and a sweet pet to pleasure.