by CS Joyce
“I don’t see why now. It’d be good for him. Keep him busy with work instead of moping around here.”
Was this happening?
Sonny nodded and grinned at my dad. “Excellent. That’s great. I’m looking forward to his help. He knows what I need.”
A faint squeak came from somewhere...oh shite. It was me. It was coming from me. I shut my mouth and then disappeared into the hallway.
Seconds later Sonny was behind me, the scent of leather and oil arousing me like it always did.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I whispered, handing him the helmet.
“You said your folks wouldn’t let you out. Well now, they’ve practically signed you over to me.”
“That’s because they think I’ll be helping you.”
Sonny smirked and leaned in closer. “But you will be helping me. In more ways than you can imagine. Be a good boy and go back in there and eat your dinner. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
I was about to reply when his mouth landed on mine—right there in the hallway—and he kissed me softly before sliding his tongue between my lips and dragging me against him.
After a few seconds Sonny pulled back, still hovering over me as his breath cascaded across my face. “That video you sent me at lunch...mmm. You made Daddy very happy. You’re such a good boy.”
I shivered, tilting forward so I was pressing against him. He was hard, the firm outline of his erection evident against my hip.
“I’m glad you liked it. I was thinking of you when I came.”
Sonny hummed and pressed his crotch against me. “I enjoyed it a lot. Did you like knowing that I was going to watch you?”
I nodded and shuddered again as he brushed his lips against my cheek.
“You did good. You’re a very good boy. But I want you to be bold for me.”
I looked into Sonny’s eyes and I swear I could see fire. “How? Tell me how?”
“I have something for you. I want you to play with it.”
Sonny reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small black box, handing it to me as he kissed me again. “But you can’t open it until I tell you. Understand? I’ll let you know when you can open it.”
“Okay,” I whispered, and he moved back and left me standing breathless and in shock.
“Your food will be cold,” my stepdad roared from the kitchen.
Fuck it. I’m so hot it won’t even matter.
***
Dinner was awkward. I’d had to fend off numerous questions about Sonny; things I couldn’t answer because I didn’t know anything about him. Then I’d had to clean up, take out the bins, feed the cat and finally I was able to sneak off to my room to stare at what he’d given me.
Alone, I flopped on my bed and pulled out the small black box. There were no writing or pictures on it, just a black cardboard box wrapped in plastic. Whatever it was, it was brand new. I wanted to open it, but his words rang in my head.
I wasn’t allowed to. That made me smile. I liked that he’d set me this rule. But the temptation to open it was killing me.
I don’t know how long I stared at the box before sleep descended and I drifted into dreams of Sonny’s lips. It had to be the best dream I’d ever had. At some point in the dream, he phoned me, and I smiled, wanting to answer.
Only.... I wasn’t dreaming...my phone was vibrating...
“Hello?” I croaked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The clock on my locker read two a.m.
“Hey. Time to open your present.”
I blinked and felt the warmth spread over me at hearing Sonny’s voice.
“Okay, I’m going to open it. Want to stay on the line?”
“No, you open it and then you’ll know what to do.”
The phone went dead and I yawned, still in that half sleep state. I fumbled around the bed for the package and held it up, before sliding my finger under one end. Lifting the plastic cover off I opened the box and let the contents fall out onto the bed.
Okay, so this is the point where I stopped breathing for a moment, because, woah. Hesitantly, I reached out and picked up the purple and glitter object. It was made of rubber and cone shaped. I’d never seen one in real life before, but I knew what it was; and where it was supposed to go.
It was rubbery and soft, and sort of hollow inside which was odd. I shifted a little on the bed and something cold rolled against my elbow. It looked like a silver bullet, curved at one end and with a black twisting part at the other. I studied it and twisted the black cap, dropping it as it buzzed to life.
My face burned as I realised that this vibrating part was supposed to be inserted into the rubber conical part and then the entire thing was supposed to be interested into, well, me.
This was what Sonny wanted me to do. To use this and take a photo? I shoved my face into the bed and groaned. Oh my god, who was I becoming?
But that ache deep inside me—the one that wanted something I’d never tried—reminded me that I was on a new path and apparently it was sprinkled with sex tapes and butt plugs.
I shivered, and then set to work. No point overthinking it.
Quick sidebar: I may have left out a little nugget when I said I’d de-virginised myself. I’d slept with two guys from school, and both times I’d been top. Because, in all honesty, I didn’t know if I wanted to be the one on the receiving end. Especially with a teenage boy who didn’t know what he was doing. So, this was all very, very, new to me.
But Sonny...he was a man. He was glorious and depraved and I wanted to be bent over for him, exposed and taken.
I clenched my eyes tight at my own admission. Jesus, I was really losing the plot.
The bottom shelf of my bookcase held a stack of large hardback books and a small money box. I fished the key from over the doorframe and sat back onto the bed and unlocked the metal box. It was my little treasure chest filled with condoms and lube, and usual teenage boy stuff. But I also had some other things in there.
I don’t know when it had started, this other weird obsession I had, but I loved it. God, it made me feel fucking amazing. I fished them out, tracing my thumb over them, the feel of the delicate pink lace adding to my excitement.
A shiver escaped and I peeled off my boxers, suddenly desperate to wear my sweet pink panties. It had taken so much grit for me to actually press ‘buy’ on the website link a few months earlier. But I’d returned to that site for weeks, staring at the range of lace and silk underwear until I caved.
It had been such a feat to order them. I’d even gone to the trouble of paying for a delivery-locker, so they didn’t come to the house. Imagine if my stepdad knew about those? There was no point even risking it.
I slid the panties over my ankles, my skin tingling as I slowly trailed the lace along my shins, up over my thighs and smoothed it over my ass. I loved how they felt; the way they held me, barely, and made me feel incredible. I felt sexy and...beautiful.
Would Sonny like this? Would he be disgusted? I smirked at that idea. I reckoned Sonny was probably up for anything. Including a boy who liked to wear lace panties.
The small bottle of lube lay on the bed and I grabbed it, along with my new toy and the vibrating bullet. Time to break all the rules.
I lay on my back on the bed, but I couldn’t relax, staring at the door every five seconds even though I’d locked it. Rolling onto my stomach I kneeled up and shook my head at the thought of what I was about to do.
The house was silent, everyone asleep and I let out a sigh. I sat back on my haunches before spreading lube all over the glittery purple anal plug. It didn’t look all that big, but still. I’d never put anything in there before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I eased forward, my chest lowering down to the bed, and resting my face on the pillow. Ass up, I reached between my legs and giggled as the slippery plug slid in effortlessly. I let my finger rest on the end, pressing it a few times and squirming under the full sensation.
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sp; A thought interrupted my moment and I blushed as I realized I wished Sonny could see me. I wanted him to watch this; to want me.
Carefully, I twisted the black end of the silver bullet and my ass buzzed to life. Holy fucking shit. Oh my god, it was....
A laugh escaped along with an exhale of air and I bucked my hips back, losing myself in the incredible buzzy feeling of the vibrating plug. As if he knew what I was doing, my phone flashed with a text message.
Thor: are you enjoying yourself yet?
I giggled and clenched my ass only to send a wave of intense pleasure through my body. Oh my god. Whatever I was touching it was ah-ma-zing. Heavy on the zing. I remained in my odd position and tapped out a reply.
Me: I’m having quite a time. If only you could see me now. I’m buzzing. Literally. LOL.
Thor: Don’t tease. Show me. Good boy.
I gulped in air and clenched my ass again, shoving my face into the pillow as the pleasure rolled through my body. I was going to come at this rate.
Without hesitating, and much to my own surprise, I tilted the phone, angling the camera so it was facing me, with a view of my shoulder, down my back and, as I tilted a little more, my lace covered ass. I snapped the picture, making sure to stick out my tongue cheekily, and hit send.
Me: I can be naughty, Daddy.
The anal plug moved a little and I arched down more, realizing it was sliding out a little each time I clenched my ass.
Thor: Fuck. Are you wearing lace panties?
I laughed; happy I’d finally managed to surprise him for a change.
Me: Yes, Daddy. There’s lots about me you don’t know.
Thor: That’s sexy as hell. I’ll find out all your secrets, boy. Don’t you worry. There won’t be an inch of you I haven’t explored.
I thrust my hips as I read his text, my erection brushing against the lace and sheets and driving my orgasm through me. I jerked, coming all over my panties and bed and shuddering as the anal plug hit somewhere that had me close to screaming out in pleasure.
Dazed, I scrambled back onto my knees and grinned. I slid the camera to video mode and stared into the lens, my cheeks flushed and lips red.
‘Daddy, I was very naughty. Look at this mess I’ve made.’ I tilted the camera, the frame settling on the sticky mess on the lace panties and on the bed and then I brought it back up close to my face as I licked my lips. ‘I played with your toy and it made me want things...like you.’
I was lost in this heady cloud of desire. Like a fever, a madness of obsession over a man. And now I seemed to be auditioning for a part in a porn movie or something. But I didn’t care. This was more fun than I’d even had in my eighteen years. Sonny was awakening things in me and I felt free.
So incredibly free and alive.
And seen.
For the first time in my life, ever, someone saw me.
Rolling onto my back, I held the camera between my legs and slid the lace panties down, giving him a good view of the butt plug and the rest of me. Feeling brave, I whispered into the microphone: ‘Can you think of something larger I could put in there, Daddy?’
Ending the video, I pressed send and burst out laughing. I felt high. And just as I’d expected, there was no reply. But I was starting to learn more about this strange thing we were doing and unlike earlier when I’d sent the first video, I didn’t worry. Because I knew what Sonny would be doing.
He’s watching me.
Wanting me.
Seeing me.
Ride Me
Sonny was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame; leaning as though it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He leaned like the door was his bitch. Christ, I needed therapy.
“I’m ready to go,” I said, pretending that I hadn’t sent him a video of my cum covered panties and the anal plug. Nope, I wasn’t going to even mention that.
It was just after eight a.m. and he’d shown up at my house like he’d said he would. I was supposed to be helping him with his bike today but who knows what he really had in store for me.
Sonny’s hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans and he smiled at me, those lips smooth and shiny as he licked them. He’d tasted like honey the evening before as he’d kissed me in that very hallway.
His lips had been as soft as the head of his cock; like a flower petal, all smooth and velvety. I glanced up at his eyes and I wondered how long it was going to take before I was totally destroyed by him. Because I knew it was only a matter of when, not if.
“You ready to go, kiddo?”
I loved when he called me that. But not as much as when he called me boy. I chewed my lips, trying to hide the stupid smile that wanted to erupt.
“Eh, yeah. I’m ready.”
He stood upright, arching his back a little and then stepped closer. “Let’s go. I’m looking forward to riding with you.”
Huh? Say what now?
Sonny turned and headed for the driveway and I froze as I saw him make a beeline for the Cherry red motorbike.
I half ran, half tripped down the path after him and stopped short of where he stood.
“I’m riding this one today because I’m racing the black one later this week. You get to ride this baby today.” Sonny thrust a helmet towards me and then straddled the gleaming motorcycle, the image from the porn/sex tape he’d sent me flashing through my mind.
“You expect me to go on this?” I bumbled the words out as I held the helmet.
“Is there a problem, Ali?”
My heart tried to burst out of my chest. It really did. Because it was thundering as I stared at the powerful machine.
“I can’t,” I said, my eyes widening.
“Why not?
“My parents won’t allow it. My stepdad...he doesn’t like bikes.”
Sonny leaned forward, resting his forearms on the handlebars. “He seemed to like them just fine last night. You afraid, kiddo?”
“No, that’s not it. He doesn’t like me on a bike. I’m not allowed to ride on one.”
“What you really mean is you’re a good boy and you don’t want to get in trouble. Right?”
Yup, you guessed it. Those words went straight to my cock and grabbed me hard. Sonny laughed, the rawness of his voice crawling over me, like a dark veil of trouble. T-r-o-u-b-l-e.
“I want to, but I can’t,” I whispered.
“You can, but you prefer to do what you’re told. I like a good boy. But you know when I really like a good boy, Ali?”
I shook my head, still unsure what this strange exchange was leading to.
“I like when good boys are bad. You need to remember that. Like you were last night, kiddo. You were a very bad boy.”
My insides swished and swirled with pleasure and desire. He liked my photo and my video. He’d watched it. Sonny had watched me.
“Bad boys need to be punished. Do you like being punished?”
I licked my lips and felt my cock leak. Oh fuck. “I, eh, don’t know. I get in trouble all the time at home. Without even trying.”
Sonny’s expression changed—as though he understood my entire life from that one sentence—and then he licked his tongue along his bottom lip.
“I don’t mean like that, baby. I mean do you want to be punished if you don’t do what I ask? Or punished as part of playtime. For fun.”
Wait: Did he just call me baby? That one-word right there was the key to a part of me I’d locked shut my entire life. And just like that, Sonny had unlocked it.
I nodded and his face formed into a gorgeous sexy smile.
“So, you coming or you need to call a taxi?”
Glancing around the garden, my brain raced through my options. This felt like another test. But I wanted to pass it; to get to the next level. To please him.
“Yup. I’m in.”
Shaking and silently throwing out a quick Hail Mary, I climbed on the back, excitement and terror battling for space inside me.
“Hold on tight,” Sonny purred
over his shoulder.
Before I could reply, the bike roared into life and I fumbled for Sonny’s waist, clutching at his leather jacket for dear life. The sensation of gripping him, my thighs straddling around his ass, holy shit. There was no way I’d fight the hard-on that was raging in my pants. Did I care? Nope.
I was alive.
I’m flying.
The air was warm as the bike roared down the street. Dust rose, and the scent of leather, oil and the heat of the engine snaked under my helmet.
Sonny took a left, the bike leaning ever so slightly and then he stopped at a red light. I wasn’t paying enough attention and my head nodded forward, my helmet banging against him.
“Careful back there. Try to keep upright.”
I nodded and grabbed a tighter hold of his waist. The engine purred as we took off again, the breeze washing over us as we sped through the sun filled streets. I closed my eyes, sliding my hands a little more around his waist and I leaned closer, my chest pressing against Sonny’s back.
God, if I died right now, I’d die happy.
It was like a daydream; the heat, the air and the hot-as-fuck biker I was wrapped around.
Another left turn and I knew where he was taking me—the lake. I’d been there before, on random walks. Now it would hold all sorts of different memories.
I’d gone from geeky nerd to a motorbike-riding, deviant.
We parked up at the designated spaces and I shivered at the loss of heat as Sonny climbed off the bike. He peeled his helmet off and ran his hands through his dark hair.
“I thought you were trying to strangle me there at one point.”
“Huh?” I slid off the bike and handed him my helmet, turning my body slightly away from him and urging my erection to die the fuck down.
“You were holding on so tight. And no point hiding that, kiddo. It’s been jammed into my ass the whole ride here.” Sonny headed for the walkway. The clearing in the woods descending into a dappled green path and I followed behind, scurrying to catch up with him.
“Sorry about that. It was my first time,” I mumbled, traipsing after him.
