20. Chapter 20
Cameron
Justin definitely isn’t an experienced masseur, but having his hands on me still feels amazing. He’s surprisingly strong too, and I can’t help but groan when he digs his thumbs into the knotted muscles between my shoulder blades.
“Damn, this feels good.” Not as good as the blowjob had, but my cock needs a moment to recover. Besides, there’s more to having a pet than just shoving your cock down their throats. “Thank you.”
Justin’s hands pause for a moment before he continues to knead my muscles. “You’re welcome, Sir.”
He sounds surprised, like he didn’t expect me to thank him. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I certainly never did that with my other pets, but I told myself I’ll do things differently with Justin. I don’t want to break him, not when I’m just starting to enjoy his presence.
He surprises me again by asking, “What have you worked on today? More religious imagery?” Somehow, he makes it sound like he’s actually interested, not just making small talk to keep his Master content.
“Nah. Just some boring skulls and roses. The client wanted a full sleeve, but I doubt he’ll be coming back for that. He was practically weeping at the end of today’s session.” The cocky, tough macho types are usually the worst at handling the pain.
Justin shudders so hard I feel it where his body makes contact with mine. “Ugh. I can imagine,” he mutters to himself.
“Not a fan of ink?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to insult your work,” he quickly backtracks. “It’s just not for me.”
Well, it’s a good thing that it’s not Justin’s decision. That smooth, unblemished skin of his is like a perfect canvas, just waiting to be covered in something beautiful.
On the other hand, I kind of like that he’s unmarked. It makes him look innocent. Pure. Maybe I’ll let his skin stay that way, even if the rest of him certainly won’t remain innocent.
Justin whimpers as he shifts his weight.
He’s perched on top of my ass, and even though I’ve lowered the intensity of the plug’s vibrations, I can still feel the echo of them through his body.
His cock rests hot and hard against my lower back, and I quite like the sensation.
I imagine that’s what those lava stones feel like when they put them on you.
“Please, Sir,” he whimpers, his fingers digging deep into my shoulders. “I can’t… Could you please turn it off? I can’t hold back. Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” I turn the plug off.
I’m normally not so easily swayed and I love a good edging, but Justin has been so good I have no desire to punish him.
I know he’s faking his obedience in hopes of escaping, but what he doesn’t realize is that not all of his behavior is fake.
I can see it in the way he submits so easily, eagerly even.
He wants this, and I’ll make him pretend until he’s not pretending anymore.
“Thank you,” he says, then timidly suggests, “Maybe it would be better if you put your arms straight at your sides?”
I chuckle. “Are you thinking about putting those restraints on me?” I’m lying on a bondage table, after all, and I saw Justin eyeing the cuffs earlier.
“N-no!” His voice falters a little, but he regains his composure as he grumbles, “I’m not stupid.”
“I never thought you were.”
I settle comfortably with my arms at my sides, not worried about Justin trying something.
Even if he was stupid enough to try and cuff me to the table, I’d have plenty of time to stop him.
There aren’t any sharp or heavy objects in easy reach, and my phone is turned off.
I’d get to him long before he could power it and call for help.
I might be lenient, but just like my pet, I’m not stupid.
I’m used to silly shenanigans pets pull off when they try to escape.
That’s why I love the cage so much. There’s no way for them to get in trouble when they’re safely locked inside.
“So, skulls and roses, hmm? A motorcycle gang member?”
“Why, because regular law-abiding citizens can’t have tattoos?” I tease, chuckling when Justin freezes. “No, you’re right. He’s a gang member. Not a motorcycle one, though. Just a normal group moving guns and drugs.”
“A normal group, huh?” Justin’s laugh is dry but not entirely humorless. “Are all of your clients… like that?”
I shrug. My spine pops, and I let out a small moan because, damn, that feels good.
I need to make Justin massage me more often.
“Most of them are involved in organized crime in one way or another.” It’s not really information I should share, but who’s he going to tell?
“It pays to be on good terms with powerful people.”
“Doesn’t it put you on the police radar?”
Is that hope in Justin’s voice? If so, he’s going to be disappointed.
“Half of the force is on someone’s payroll, and the rest are easily silenced.
They know to leave me alone.” Except Detective Small, but even he’d backed off when he realized he had nothing on me.
Of course, I didn’t have a pet locked up in my basement then, but even if I had, there’s no way Small would have gotten a warrant to search my house.
There’s not a judge in this state that doesn’t take money under the table from one family or another.
“That’s… good.” Justin doesn’t make it sound like it's a good thing, and I can’t really blame him.
Normal people are raised to believe the police will be there for them in their time of need, and Justin probably feels like he needs them now.
He hasn’t yet realized that being here is the best thing for him.
His fingers knead on my shoulders and the base of my neck, then he moves them back to the base of my spine, close to his cock.
He must be desperate to touch himself. I caught him a few times surreptitiously rubbing himself against my back, but he always stopped before I had to tell him off.
Part of it was fear of punishment, I’m sure, but I bet part of it was wanting to be a good boy for me.
“You know, my body doesn’t end with my lower back,” I tell him when he once again starts moving up. “My glutes could use your attention too.”
Justin’s hands still their movement. “Your…”
“My glutes. They’re the muscles on my—”
“I know what glutes are.” He swallows. “You want me to massage your…”
God, he’s so adorable as he struggles to say it out loud. He’s already had my cock in his mouth twice, but he can’t say the word “ass”? So fucking cute. I bet he’s red as a tomato right now. “Yes, pet. That’s exactly what I want. Rub my ass.”
To his credit, he only hesitates for a second before shifting to sit on my legs. “Okay. I can do that. I can.” Is he trying to convince me or himself? “I just, um… I have no idea how.”
I can’t help but laugh. Is he really worried about massaging me the right way? This isn’t about a massage at all. “Just touch me. Anything you do will feel good.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” I confirm. “But if you’re thinking about fucking me, you have to earn that privilege.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that!”
No, he was probably thinking about smashing my head with a blunt object, but he’s cute when he’s riled up.
Besides, he’s still hard. I bet if I let him, he’d fuck me alright.
My own cock is filling with blood too. It will be a while before I can come again, but it’s getting uncomfortable to lie on my stomach, so I draw one knee to the side to give myself more space.
Justin doesn’t seem to be enjoying the sight I’m offering.
He withdraws his hands, and the way he shifts between my legs feels like he’s about to run.
I can’t have that, so I let a little threat into my tone as I say, “Keep touching me, pet.” Seriously, what is he even freaking out about? It’s not like I’m asking him to rim me.
Maybe I should. Maybe I’m being too soft on him. Am I doing him a disservice by being lenient? Would he accept his new position faster if I pushed him harder? Or would he break like the others?
I sigh. If only I knew for sure, but working with people is not an exact science. It’s like art, and you can’t rush art.
It looks like I made the right call not to rush Justin either, because he puts his hands on me again, hesitantly squeezing my cheeks. “There you go,” I encourage him. “That feels so good. Keep going.”
Fueled either by my praise or his determination to get it over with, Justin squirts more lube into his palm and starts clumsily kneading the backs of my thighs, working his way up.
I hum my approval when his fingers slide closer to my taint, then moan when he actually touches the sensitive spot behind my balls.
He's more confident when he reaches my cheeks this time, his fingers working the muscles I didn’t even realize were tight. Slippery with lube, they slip into my crack from time to time, but it's not until a few minutes later that they brush against my rim, almost reluctantly.
Justin doesn’t pull away. Like a man on a mission, he rubs my rim, repeating what I did for him with my tongue earlier. Closing my eyes, I relax into the feeling. Maybe being softer with him was the right choice after all.