39. Chapter 39
Cameron
The next few days are like a dream. Justin and I spend them together, and I can’t even be mad about the events that caused this forced vacation, because everything is amazing.
I try to stay vigilant, not to get my hopes up too high. The other shoe will drop soon, I’m sure. Justin will drop the pretense and attempt to escape. He will. It’s the only thing that makes sense, because he can’t actually want this. Want me. It’s ridiculous.
And yet, his act hasn’t slipped once. Not even when I “accidentally” left my phone in the living room and left to take a pretend shower.
I watched Justin through the cameras he has no clue about, and all he did was look at the phone, shake his head, and then sink back into a comfortable kneeling position.
He even smiled. Not a smirk, a real smile. The perfect act.
Maybe he does know about the cameras. He definitely knows about the ones in the basement.
Is he waiting for a better chance? He’s curious about the club, so maybe he hopes to escape once we’re there.
I shouldn’t have promised to bring him along.
It’s stupid and risky, but a part of me wanted to show off.
To make everyone look at my beautiful pet and know they can’t touch him because he’s all mine.
The club itself isn’t going to be a problem. Kidnapped people are an everyday occurrence at Indulgence and consent means nothing there. If anything, it will further convince Justin that there’s no escape.
It’s getting to Indulgence that’s the issue, especially with Small after me. He can’t get me at home, and he won’t be able to get into the club, but there’s nothing stopping him from pulling me over on the way there. And with a captive in my car, the night would go from bad to worse in seconds.
It’s a stupid idea, but I already know I won’t say no to Justin. His excitement is adorable, and I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes just what kind of club Sin runs.
A gentlemen’s club. I snort. There are no gentlemen in my world.
Justin groans next to me. He tries to roll over, but his body doesn’t cooperate, so he just flops around gracelessly.
Yes, I drugged him again. Not because I was afraid of him escaping, but because drugged pets are fun.
I’m trying to see how much cum I can stuff him with until the drugs wear off, and judging by the twitch of my rapidly filling cock, it’s time for another addition.
I position him on his stomach and stuff a pillow under his hips. I earn myself a moan as the fabric brushes against his shaft, but it’s a sleepy one. Even unconscious, he tries saying my name.
“C’m’rn.”
His eyes are closed as he hovers between drug-induced sleep and reality. This might be the last peaceful night either of us get. If the meeting with Rossi goes badly tomorrow…
No. I’ll worry about that later.
I kiss down Justin’s spine, tasting salt.
We’ve been at this for a while, and while Justin isn’t quite an active participant, he’s worked up a sweat too.
I bite at his cheek, right next to a mark I already left there earlier.
I’ll have to add more. If we’re going to the club tomorrow, I need Justin covered in proof that he’s mine.
As I spread his cheeks, a shiny gem nestled in the base of the decorative plug catches the overhead light.
It’s pretty, but pales in comparison to Justin’s hole with my cum seeping out of it.
I fist my cock and get ready between Justin’s legs.
With how much cum I’ve already pumped into his hole, lube is unnecessary. I want him to feel me for days.
I carefully remove the plug and immediately replace it with my cock before my cum can escape. Justin groans when the head nudges through the tight ring of muscle. He grips the sheets and does his best to move, but the drugs haven’t worn off enough for that yet. “Cam’ron…”
He whimpers as I push in. My weight settles over him, and I lower my head to kiss his neck. “Yes, it’s me, little pet,” I whisper into his ear, then nip at the lobe.
A muffled cry escapes him when I pull back and slam back home. “Too… much…”
“You can handle it.” I have no doubt about that. “You want to please your Master, don’t you?”
“Yes. But…”
“No buts. Your body belongs to me, and right now, I want to use you. You don’t get to say no.”
Ironically, that has Justin smiling. “Right.” It’s a beautiful, sleepy smile I wish to see every single day for the rest of my life. And I will, because he’s mine. Forever.
I wanted to take this round slowly, but as a primal growl rips from my throat, I realize that won’t be the case.
I shift onto my knees, pulling Justin along like a rag doll.
After making sure he can breathe freely, I tighten my grip on his hips and start fucking him in earnest. Forceful thrusts push his listless body back and forth and elicit beautiful moans and whimpers from him.
He tries for my name again, but still can’t get it quite right.
A few tears make their way across his cheek, tempting me to lick them off, but I hold off on that.
I can lick him all over later, once I’ve filled him with so much cum his belly bulges with it and it leaks out of him for hours.
“Cam’ron,” Justin whimpers, his fingers not quite closing on a bunched-up sheet.
He’s hard too, and wails when I grab his shaft.
I might have made him come a few times after the last round, enough to make him overly sensitive.
His pathetic attempts at moving away make my cock swell, and I slow my thrusts, not quite ready to be done yet.
“No,” he cries as I jerk him off, his squirming spurring me on. “Please.”
“Yes, pet, beg me more.”
His next words are slurred and completely unintelligible. He tries and fails again, his consciousness slipping away from him. He murmurs something that can be a “please” with a lot of imagination involved, then grows limp under me.
Fire gathers at the base of my spine and my balls draw in tight.
I stop tormenting Justin’s poor cock and focus on long, measured thrusts, my fingers digging into the bruises on his hips I left earlier.
Fuck, he feels so good. Too good. I’m not ready to end this round but my body chooses for me.
A few stuttered thrusts, then my cock is swelling and pumping more cum into my pet.
Justin whimpers from his sleep as my cock jerks and kicks.
He’s definitely going to feel that later.
When I’m all spent, I grab the plug. The moment I pull out, I shove the sleek toy into Justin’s hole, determined not to let even a single drop escape.
I’m not fast enough, or maybe Justin’s too full, because a small stream of cum trickles out as I push the plug in.
Now, that won’t do. I carefully scoop up the cum with my fingers and put them between Justin’s slightly parted lips.
My cum is staying inside him, one way or another.
“Lick,” I command, nipping at Justin’s shoulder to get his attention.
He rouses a little, blabbers something around my fingers, then his mouth closes around them. His tongue clumsily flicks over my fingers, and he gags a little, but manages to clean all the cum off.
“Good boy.”
“Mmm.” If humans could purr, Justin would be vibrating right now. I kiss him, memorizing the way his mouth is stretched into that sweet smile. A genuine smile. He really is perfect for me.
As I flip him onto his back, his eyes drift open for a moment and his smile grows even wider. “Cam… ron… Sir.”
“Yes, it’s me. And you owe me something.”
Justin’s brows scrunch adorably as his drug-addled mind tries to make sense of my words. “Owe?”
“Oh yes. I just gave you more cum. You need to return the favor.”
He cries out when I roughly stroke his shaft, the tortured sound making me smirk. “No! Too much,” he whimpers. “Please. No.”
“My little pet.” I lick the pre-cum beading on his tip. “You really don’t get to say no to me. Now, relax and let me play with you.”
Justin does anything but relax. He squirms as he tries to escape, his arms flailing around in a useless attempt at pushing me away.
The tortured moans and whimpers he makes as I push his overstimulated cock toward another orgasm are music to my ears.
He begs and cries, which only serves to make my own cock hard again.
I bite his inner thigh, then his belly. His hips come off the bed when I finally swallow him down and I have to grip his hips to hold him in place.
His salty taste explodes on my tongue as more pre-cum gushes out of his slit.
It’s admirable, really. I would have thought that the orgasms I already gave him would have left him dry, but it looks like my good pet still has more to give.
When my neck starts aching, I rest my head on Justin’s thigh and resume stroking him. He shows his excitement by crying harder. One of his hands finds a way to my hair, more by accident than intentionally, I’m sure, and he tries to push me away. “Please. Stop.”
“I’ll stop when you give me your cum, pet.”
“Can’t!”
I chuckle. “That’s not for you to decide.
” I caress his balls and tug at where they hug the base of his cock.
I can’t wait to use the humbler on him tomorrow, to see his sack all stretched out and his balls growing dark red from the tight squeeze.
Everyone at the club will be able to admire his beautiful body, but only I will get to touch him.
I should probably worry more about the meeting with Rossi and my future, but Justin's too good of a distraction. I’ll worry about the real world tomorrow. Tonight, I have a pet to play with.
A hoarse cry announces that Justin’s ready to come.
“There you go. Such a good boy for me,” I praise him as I continue stroking him.
He continues whimpering, but his cock twitches in my grip.
“That’s it. Go on. Give me your cum.” I wrap my mouth around his crown and flick my tongue over the frenulum.
I’ve long since learned that’s something Justin loves, especially when he’s about to come.
A garbled version of my name spills from his lips as his cock kicks.
I get two weak spurts of saltiness on my tongue and a beautiful wail when I milk him for more.
Yeah, the real world can wait. This is better. I wonder how soon I can make Justin come again?