19. Chapter 19
Justin
I squirm and moan around Cameron’s cock as the plug in my ass vibrates.
The vibrations aren’t constant but grow stronger and weaker in slow waves.
Every time I think I might just come from them stimulating my prostate, they peter out into a low buzz.
It’s maddening, and I can’t even beg Cameron for mercy, because my mouth is full.
The salty taste of Cameron’s pre-cum coats my tongue, and I should probably be freaking out about it. Except does it really matter? In fact, I should probably focus on making him come as quickly as possible, because then he might let me come, right?
Proud of my blood-starved brain for reaching that conclusion, I throw myself at the task with all I have.
If my hands were free, I could stroke the part of Cameron’s cock that doesn’t fit into my mouth, or his balls, or maybe even try going further back.
Does he love getting his ass stimulated too, or is that just for the bottoms?
I need to figure that out because I’m sure it will be useful in the future.
The future which I won’t be spending here. Still, it’s good to know what makes my captor lose his mind.
With my wrist cuffs attached to the spanking bench, there isn’t much I can do except hollow my cheeks.
Judging by the moan he lets out, I’m guessing he likes that, so I keep at it and try my best to ignore the incessant vibrations in my ass.
I use my tongue, swirling it around Cameron’s tip every time he draws back.
With the way I’m restrained, I couldn’t pull back even if he decided to ram himself into my throat, but he keeps his thrusts shallow.
I don’t gag even once, yet a few lone tears still make their way down my cheeks.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Cameron groans.
He keeps one hand on the back of my head to steady me and wraps the other around the base of his cock.
I wonder if it’s to stop himself from thrusting too deep.
If it is, it’s surprisingly considerate of him.
Or maybe he just doesn’t want me to vomit all over him.
“You feel so good. I can’t wait to bury myself in your ass.”
That gives me a little pause, but not for long, because what happens, happens, right?
None of this is my choice, so I might as well save myself trouble and go along with it.
It’s easy, because everything Cameron has done so far has felt good.
Even the spanking. While I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it, he did it to help me talk about my feelings. And it worked.
“Fuck.” Cameron groans, his hips stuttering. He’s close. I should hate the thought of him coming into my mouth, but I can’t really remember why, so I let it go. Worrying is for other people.
When the first spurt of cum hits the back of my tongue, I tighten my lips around Cameron’s shaft and swallow. Not a single drop is wasted this time, and I tell myself it’s because I don’t want Cameron to get angry. The truth is I want to hear him praise me. And he does.
“Such a good boy. Fuck.” He chuckles. “I think you sucked my brain out of me through my cock. Are you sure you’ve never done this before yesterday?”
“I haven’t, Sir.” I smile, stupidly pleased, but then the vibrator in my ass picks up again and whatever I was going to say next turns into a whimper. “Please?” I manage to say. “I can’t… Please, Sir, let me come.”
I did good, he said so himself. I deserve a reward, don’t I?
“Not just yet. You promised me that massage, remember?”
Fuck, I did, didn’t I? How am I supposed to focus on anything with that stupid plug tormenting my prostate? My ass is sore too, from the way I’ve been clenching down on the toy, and it’s starting to get really uncomfortable. Still, I don’t have a choice.
“Yes, Sir.”
I hang my head in defeat. This is going to be torture.
Cameron is nice enough to lower the plug’s vibrations to a manageable level before releasing me from the bench.
I yelp out as I straighten up and the toy shifts inside of me.
My hands fly toward my cock on instinct, but I manage to stop myself in time and clench my fists at my sides.
I might not be an expert on this kind of relationship, but I’m absolutely certain Cameron wouldn’t like me jerking off without permission.
Cameron nods appreciatively, then nearly undoes all my effort by grabbing my cock and giving me a rough stroke.
His mouth is on mine to drink up my moan, then his tongue plunges in, taking no prisoners.
I idly wonder about him kissing me right after I gave him a blowjob. I’m surprised it doesn’t bother him.
As the kiss grows heated, I thrust into Cameron’s hand without thinking. He slaps my ass hard, and it hurts, but not enough to stop me from rubbing myself against him. Does he really expect me to stay still when I’m so aroused I can’t think straight?
He spanks me again, then steps back. “Behave, pet,” he scolds me lightly, even though it was him who started it. I don’t point that out loud, but it must be showing in my expression, because he laughs. “Stop scowling at me. It’s adorable, but not very polite.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I’m really not, but it feels like the right thing to say, not just because I’m supposed to act like an obedient pet.
It earns me a snort and a light smack. “Liar. Go get the lube from the coffee table. It doubles as a massage gel too.”
A moan escapes me and my knees nearly give out as I bend down to retrieve the lube. The position pushes the plug against my prostate just right. I bet Cameron knew it would happen, because the bastard’s chuckling. He’s undressing, too, and that takes my mind off everything else.
His chest is wide and muscled, and his arms look like he could crack rocks in half, but I remember just how good it felt when he held me. All that strength and yet, he’s been so gentle with me.
A part of me protests that he’s the reason I’m locked up here in the first place, that he literally had me kidnapped, but how can I be mad at him when he’s so nice to me all the time? What’s worse, I get the feeling that he’s been lonely. Can I really blame him for wanting a companion?
Wait.
Yes. Yes, I can.
He could find a real partner. I bet a lot of people are into this Dominant/submissive stuff, and Cameron’s hot and clearly rich.
He wouldn’t have trouble getting dates. Or he could have adopted an actual pet.
A dog, or a cat. A freaking octopus. Being lonely doesn’t mean he can simply order himself a kidnapped person like normal people order pizza.
The sight of Cameron naked and making himself comfortable on a large table makes me pause. Not because his ass looks great—even if it does—but because restraints dangle from the sides of that table. If I could…
No, that’s stupid. There’s no way he’d let me tie him down.
I need to play it safe. Maybe if he falls asleep, I can get to his phone.
It’s in the pocket of his pants, which are hanging over the back of the couch.
Not far away from the table, but not within easy reach either.
I’ll have to be sure he’s deep in slumber before making my move because if I fuck up and he catches me, I’ll never get another chance.
Folding his forearms under his chin, Cameron watches me. “Relax, pet. It’s just a massage.”
He must have interpreted my hesitation as reluctance to touch him, or maybe as fear of where a “massage” could lead, which didn’t even cross my mind. What does that say about me?
“I know. I’ve just never massaged anyone before.” There, that should be a good reason to be nervous, right? As long as I manage not to look in the direction of the couch, he shouldn’t suspect anything.
“It’s the thought that counts. Climb up.”
“On the table?” I thought I’d just stand next to it, which would make it easier to sneak away to get the phone, but of course, nothing in my life can be easy, can it?
“Yes, on the table. Straddle me. How else would you massage my back?”
I doubt professional massage therapists sit on their clients, but that’s not what Cameron wants to hear, so I climb onto the table.
I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from moaning as the movement shifts the plug in my ass, but it’s also starting to hurt.
My ass isn’t used to being stretched like this.
For now, the pain is just a low burn that fades in the light of my arousal, especially as Cameron toys with the plug’s remote. He sets it to a low, steady vibration that’s absolutely maddening. The bastard even laughs at my moan as I straddle him and my cock rubs against his stupid, perfect ass.
“Enjoying yourself, pet?” he teases. “Just be careful. If you come without permission, I’ll put a cock cage on you. Do you know what that is?”
I shudder. “I do, Sir. I’ll behave.”
“Good. Now, get on with it.”