Chapter 22
Atlee
“Master…” I should’ve been able to respond to him but nothing worked. Something about it made him smile, though, and the wicked look on his face made it even harder to think.
Sentences were out of the question but I found myself nodding.
That did it.
He moaned.
Squeezing my thighs, he kissed me again. “You’re going to feel so good around me, baby.”
Around him.
In me.
He was going to use me.
Master was going to use me.
The world tipped and spun around us, but Master’s hands on me kept me steady. “Lean back, baby. I’m going to get your pretty ass ready for me.”
He knew what he was doing.
Master knew what to do.
“All I have to do is obey.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but Master nodded as a serious expression slipped over his face.
“That’s right. I make all the decisions here and all you have to do to please me is to obey me.” Master mimed taking a deep breath and looked pleased as I obeyed him. “No matter if the order is small and easy or hard and makes you shake, I’m going to love your submission and obedience, baby.”
I just had to obey and that would make him happy.
Relaxing into the mattress, I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath that got a hum of approval from him. “Perfect.”
He shouldn’t be so easy to please, but he was Master so that meant he was always right.
Well, at least that was what Doms tried to say on the internet and the laughter it got from the subs had to mean something good.
“Now, feet up on the bed and let your knees fall to the side. I want you nice and open for me to play with and enjoy.” I did what I was told, but Master chuckled as my face heated. “My good boy. I know how empty you’ve been feeling and we’re going to fix that.”
I couldn’t have explained how I felt as I spread myself open for him, but the tightening feeling of the cage gave me clues I decided to ignore.
Master didn’t like that plan, though, because he traced around the cage as he hummed. “God. You look so good like this.”
The earnestness in his voice took some of the heat out of my face but it seemed to put it in the rest of me based on the way I flashed hot and cold under his touch. “I’m going to keep you here with me tonight, baby. You’re going to sleep here so I can see you first thing.”
Caged.
See me caged first thing.
Part of me wanted to ask him about what it meant. It was a tiny part…because most of my brain was fuzzy and confused. I almost managed to get it out, though.
Almost.
One slicked finger sliding into me made it an impossible goal because somehow it felt even better than last time, like I was being lit up from the inside out. There was no hiding that from Master even if I’d wanted to. My body jerked and I clenched around him without thinking about it.
It got another chuckle from him, but my reward for some part of it was him sending more fireworks through me. “Such a sweet, sensitive button for me to play with.”
Somehow that was both embarrassing and true…and it had the cage getting tighter so it ached even more…which felt even more incredible.
Magic was the only explanation.
Magic Master
Magic touch.
Magic button.
“Let’s see if you like this.”
Yes.
The answer was yes.
Whatever he’d done when he wiggled his fingers had me thrusting against him and writhing on the bed. He needed to do it again, but before I could beg for it, he tapped the cage. “Is that good manners?”
Hot.
Cold.
Hot.
Cold.
Would he really spank me there?
Tug on it?
What would he do if I forgot my manners?
Questions whirled faster than I could catch them, and when they finally slowed, I felt even fuller and I heard myself cry out as he thrust again.
Two fingers.
Why did this feel so good and how had I not realized it already?
I was too old not to know this.
“Because you knew this was meant for me, baby.” Master’s words made me realize he’d answered me.
I’d said it out loud.
“This was always meant for your Master.” His fingers stretched me wider, sending waves of something that had to be pleasure through me. “It was meant for my fingers…my cock. No one else’s…and that’s why I’m going to keep you, baby.”
Keep me.
He was going to keep me.
“Cages and collars.” His low voice sent a shiver through me. “I’m going to show you that you belong to me in a thousand different ways.”
I belonged to Master.
He was going to keep me.
“Your spanking was the first way I showed you. The cage is the second.” Master let out a pleased sigh as he ran his hand around my cage and flicked what seemed to be a tiny lock on the top of it. “It might be my favorite but I’m going to have to decide once I fuck my sweet boy.”
Me.
I was his sweet boy.
His empty sweet boy.
I heard myself whine as he took his fingers out. I couldn’t help clenching to keep him in me but it had Master chuckling which had the weird embarrassment flashing through me.
And that made him chuckle again.
Which turned me on and made me blush again.
And that for some reason had the cage getting tighter.
As the weird circle started again, Master moaned and patted right over the cage, sending sparks through me. “Needy boy. Roll over for me. I want to see that sexy ass as I sink into you.”
He was going to fuck me.
My mind spun as that realization finally hit me. No one else had ever seen me the same way Master did. This wasn’t some kind of confusing pity fuck offer. Master wanted to use me and thought I was sexy enough to fuck…to use…to own.
Making my body work was harder than it probably should’ve been but relief rushed through me as I finally obeyed and ended up on all fours for him. I knew I’d done right when his hands stroked over my ass and he gave me quick spanks. “Now it’s even prettier.”
Teeth on my ass had me jolting and hiding my face against the bed. I didn’t know why I’d done it but the question floated away as he chuckled and nibbled again. “You’re so tasty, baby.”
Tasty.
I could feel my face heating again, and when he gave another soft laugh, I knew he’d seen it. “Once I get you all cleaned out later, I’m going to have more fun with my tasty boy.”
He was going to…
That meant he was going to…
He…
Gasping out a moan, every thought was cut off as he climbed behind me on the bed and something firm and blunt pressed against me. For a split-second my brain said it had to be the plug again, but then he fed me another inch and moaned in time with me.
Master.
It was Master.
The room started spinning again, but hiding against the bed meant I didn’t have to watch.
I just had to feel. It let me float as gravity seemed to stop working, but his hands and cock kept me from drifting too far.
I was trapped and floating, and somehow the confusing mix just highlighted the way he kept sinking into me.
His cock.
“That’s right, relax your ass for me. You know you belong to me.” Master squeezed one cheek, making me desperate for another spank. “If you’re my good boy, I’ll spank you as I fuck you.”
He’d spank me.
I.
He.
He knew.
Shaking, I sucked in a breath as he filled me even more. “I want it. Please. I want a spanking.”
Caged.
Spanked.
Fucked.
Used.
It was so perfect it didn’t seem real, but it got even better as he made an understanding sound and sighed. “My needy boy. That was so sweet.”
Sweet.
Sweet earned me a hotter face and probably a redder ass.
Master spanked me again.
I jerked, forcing his cock deeper into me and gasping as the dueling sensations rushed through me. The heat and stretch were different kinds of pain but they both had my cock trying to swell in the cage and lit up every nerve in me. “Please!”
Master laughed but as embarrassment and something else flooded through me, he thrust in hard and spanked me again at the same time.
Fire.
Somehow fire was pure pleasure and it whited out my brain.
When reality cleared enough to feel him deep inside me, his hands were stroking over my hips and the sides of my ass. “My sweet boy. That’s right. Let me hear it.”
Hear it?
Me.
Once I heard myself, the whines turned to moans, but that might’ve been because he finally started moving in me.
Master was in me.
He felt huge, but as he slowly thrust in and out of me, nothing had ever felt so good.
I ached in ways I didn’t understand but that just made me want more and got even more desperate sounds from me.
It was like watching myself from a distance and that just made the unreal feelings whirl through me stronger.
Master was fucking me.
Every thrust went faster until the pleasure built higher and higher like I was a balloon waiting to explode. Except instead of air, I was filled with Master and a frantic desire that was like nothing I’d ever felt.
Nothing he’d done before, not the plug…not his fingers, compared.
When it was all too much and too incredible, the room spun around us again and not even his spanks could hold me to the bed. I went flying and my too-filled body felt weightless as I whirled. Master seemed to love that even more, though.
He was far away, but I knew I’d hear him no matter where he was.
He was my Master.
“That’s right, baby. Tighter. Grip me tighter.” He moaned, so I must’ve obeyed. “Spread wider. I want to use this pretty ass. I’m going to fill you up, baby. You’re going to feel me for days.”
Promise.
That had to be a promise, but I could barely get moans out, much less questions.
“Yes, baby. I promise.” Master always kept his promise…even ones he just knew without my having to ask. “Days, baby. I’m going to fill you up.”
With his cum…he was going to fill me up with his cum as long as I was his good boy.
His good boy.
His good boy.
Obeying made me a good boy…and it had Master’s cock sending fireworks through me.
I was shaking and my cock couldn’t seem to decide if it was weightless or weighed a thousand pounds, but as my trapped orgasm barreled into me like a hurricane, the last thing I heard was Master’s cry as he filled me with his cum.
His promise.
I was his good boy…he promised…