No cologne. No fancy sprays or odd scents to cover him up. I loved the clean taste and smell with nothing for him to hide behind. When I finally pulled away, I rolled us so I was braced over him, my body surrounding his and pressing him down into the bed as I eased the panties down my legs and tossed them carelessly to the end of the bed. “It’s my turn, Pet.”
Reece blinked up at me, desire flaring in his eyes. “Thank you, Master.” Then he stretched his neck up and gave me a tender kiss. “I’m glad this is with you, Houston.”
He was trying to break me.
“I am too.” One quick, almost innocent kiss later, and I was working my way down his body. Playing with his sensitive nipples, I licked and nibbled, loving the way he gasped and writhed under me. Tugging them with my teeth, I listened as he moaned and little cries escaped.
Soothing the tender skin with my tongue, I alternated between each one, leaving them beautifully red and wet. “I bet you would look so incredible in clamps, or even pierced, so I could tug on them and have all kinds of fun.”
He groaned, and I looked up to see wide eyes. Hmm, was it a new idea or something that he’d already been wanting? Either way, that expression was not a complete denial. Shelving the idea for the moment, I started making my way down his body.
When I finally reached his groin, I moved enough to spread his legs. Settling between them, I lay down and started giving him the same thorough exploration that he had me. Listening to the sounds and noises that escaped, I tried to memorize every little thing that turned him on and pushed him higher. I wouldn’t always let him come, but I wanted to be able to bring him right to the edge every time I touched him.
Running my tongue up his shaft, I sank my lips over his cock and let it slide deep into my mouth. Holding his hips, I swallowed down his hard, thick shaft, loving the way he moved and begged, even though he knew it wouldn’t change anything.
His cock was heavy and wide, just a little shorter than mine, but still long for his body. I couldn’t wait to have him naked and hard around the house. A cock ring around his erect length to keep him displayed for me would be the perfect way to spend a Saturday.
As the head of his cock nudged at the back of my throat, he started to beg. “Please, Master. I’m going to come. Please. I want you to be inside me first. Please.”
Rising off his dick, I gave it one last lick. “Next time, I’m going to wrap a cock ring around the base of your hard-on, and I’m going to have fun seeing how long I can make you last.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if that would be a reward or a punishment. His mouth kept opening but nothing came out. With a bit of a wicked grin, I gave him one last lick and moved his legs wider, pushing them up toward his chest so he was open to me.
It seemed to take Reece a moment to realize what I was going to do, because he just stared at me as I lowered my head once again. He let out a strangled moan as I licked around the base of the plug and nudged it with my mouth.
Lube was not my favorite thing, so I didn’t play as much as I wanted. But Reece was at the point where he’d come from too much more pleasure, so I didn’t feel bad. Rimming my boy and feeling the way his body would clench and squirm as I ate him out was high on my to-do list, though.
When I reached up and started to ease the plug from his body, he let out a ragged moan, and his body seemed to fight to keep the toy inside him. “My boy has a needy hole. Are you ready to feel me inside of you? Ready for me to fill you up?”
He was beautiful. Ragged breathing and blown pupils gave him an almost frantic look, but he lay there, spread open for me like he wanted me to take him completely apart, and he was ready to give me everything. He would fly so perfectly, but that would have to wait.
There was a little part of me that was keeping track of all the things I wanted to do to him and show him. A tiny part that teased and pointed out that it was only because I wanted to keep him, to make sure he knew I didn’t want to let him go.
His needy words were filled with desire. No hesitation. No fear. “Please, Master. Houston, please make love to me.”
There was no way to fight his sweet words.
Chapter 16
Reece
Everything was so perfect it was almost like it couldn’t be real. His touch, the feel of his mouth on my body, the feel of his body under my hands, it was everything I could have wanted, and we weren’t anywhere near done. The hard erection jutting out from his groin let me know he didn’t want to stop either.
Splayed open and so ready I’d begged for more, I might have felt nervous or embarrassed with someone else, but with Houston, everything felt right. Just like it had been from the very beginning, I was turned on and surprised, but ready to see what would happen with the gruff, sexy man.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been on the bed, but it felt like he’d been edging me for hours. It wasn’t possible, but everything was slightly out of focus, and I knew I could almost touch subspace. One more caress, one more kiss, and I’d sink into the perfect oblivion. Houston kept it just out of reach, though.
I was both frustrated and grateful.
I wanted to see everything that he was doing and not lose even a moment of the pleasure. But if I wasn’t going to get subspace, I wanted to be fucked. And he was taking his sweet time about it. “Please, Master.”
I’d tried to be good, but it was all too much. Sometime while his mouth had teased around my cock, I’d lost the ability to hold back the begging that had been desperate to escape. Houston didn’t seem to mind. There was a reasonable possibility that he’d punish me for it later, but that just made it more erotic.
The unknown was unnerving and arousing.
Kneeling between my legs, Houston finally grabbed a condom out of the side table drawer and the lube from the bed. I couldn’t hide my relief or my excitement. My cock jerked and tightened, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off it and lie still.
I squeezed my eyes shut, because the sight of his strong body hovering over me was almost too much. I heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the distinctive sound of the lube. I tensed for a moment, more out of anticipation than fear as one finger started circling my clenched muscles, but his low, soothing words pushed through the need.
“Relax for me, Pet. Show me how much you want this, Reece.” He kept up the slow caress, not taking it any further.
The rational part of my brain realized that he wanted to make sure I was still ready, but that piece wasn’t communicating with my mouth very well because nothing functional would come out. A low whine was all I could make, but I did my best to relax my body and push my ass against his hand.
He chuckled, but the maddeningly gentle touch changed. The next circle was faster and then he pushed over the center, letting just the tip of his finger in. Desperate noises broke out of me, but I couldn’t hold them back. I’d had that frustrating toy stretching me forever, and I was ready for more than just one fingertip.
Houston was trying to kill me.
Could you die of frustration?
“Such pretty sounds from my boy.” The quiet, heated words sent shivers through me, and more low whines escaped.
Houston made a quiet, almost laughing sound and started fucking me slowly. By the time his entire finger was inside me, I was frantic and so fucking needy I hurt. Everything was sensitive and waiting for him to move, to start that teasing caress that was just a hint at what the real thing would feel like.
When he started to pull it out, I gripped the covers so hard I could feel some of them come off the mattress, but it was either that or reach for him and demand he fuck me. Probably not the best idea when he was having so much fun torturing me.
“I’m going to have to tie you down next time.” I couldn’t decide if he liked that idea or not. Forcing my eyes open, I saw he looked almost disappointed, but desire flared from his eyes and his cock bobbed up and down at the images going through his head.
“Thank you, Master.” Yes, then there would be not
hing to fight against, nothing pushing at me to move, to beg. I would be at his mercy until he was ready to let me come.
Two fingers pressed into me, stretching me faster and wider than anything he’d put inside me. It took my breath away for just a moment, the sensation of being opened and the barest flash of pain too incredible to be able to focus on anything else.
“That’s my sexy boy. Writhing on my fingers, begging to be fucked. Oh yes, I’m going to tie you down, and you won’t be able to focus on anything else but my touch. It’s going to be incredible, Pet.” His low words kept going, telling me how sexy I was and how he couldn’t wait to sink into me, to slide his cock into me.
He seemed to be doing his best to make me come before his dick ever touched my body. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I needed to feel him inside me, and I wanted to come wrapped around him while he pounded away at me.
Words were spilling out, but I couldn’t keep track of them. Everything in me was focused on those two fingers, and then the beautiful moment when he added a third. I knew how to relax into his touch and not let my body fight what I wanted, but thinking was almost impossible.
All I wanted was to feel him inside me.
When his fingers moved out of me, I knew what was coming, and the anticipation was insane. My eyes slammed shut, and I started to shake. Just those few seconds somehow pushed everything higher. Houston stretched out over me. I could feel the heat from his body as he surrounded me. Then his arms moved to brace my legs, pushing them higher toward my chest, giving me the fleeting impression of being tied down just for him.
The image was too hot, and I tried to push it away. Opening my eyes, I looked up into his bright green eyes and felt his dick press against my opening. He kept us right there on the edge, leaning down to press another tender kiss to my lips. “Last chance, Pet.”
“I…you…” My brain wasn’t working enough to find the words that were intent on hiding from me. Finally, I gave up and just rocked my hips, rubbing my relaxed opening against him. It must have been enough of an answer, because he pushed inside of me in one slow motion.
It was nothing like the toy and nothing like his fingers. The burn and stretch sent a flood of sensation through me, every nerve fired, and it was like lightning shooting up my spine. I must have started to move, because I found my hands braced above my head, locked inside his as he started to thrust.
Holding me down just pushed me closer to my orgasm. When he was finally all the way inside me, he gave me just a moment to get used to the feeling before he started to move, fucking me in long, slow, maddening strokes.
I lost track of the crazy sounds I made and the pleas that finally fell from my mouth as he moved inside of me. I needed more, but there was nothing I could do but take whatever he gave me. That just made it even more erotic.
When he finally started to fuck me in earnest, hammering his cock into me so it brushed up against my prostate, it released the dam of emotions and sensation that I’d barely managed to restrain.
I was so close to my orgasm I could feel it beating at me, and the subspace was finally starting to take over. The spanking, the questions, that plug, the kisses and licks as he pushed me higher…it all started crashing down on me. I could feel my body tighten around him, clenching and trying to get more out of each thrust, enough to send me over the edge, but he held it just out of reach.
“Please…please…please…” I was only half aware of the words spilling out. All I could do was watch him move above me and feel each thrust of his hips.
Houston shifted slightly, pulling up enough so he could reach down to my hard cock that had left trails of precum on my stomach. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he gave one deep order before hitting my prostate impossibly hard with his cock.
“Come.”
Everything fell apart. Knowing I didn’t have to hold it back any longer released all the pent-up need and pleasure, and my orgasm went off like fireworks shooting through me. Round after round of pleasure exploded, and it felt like I hadn’t come in weeks.
As I tightened around him and writhed from the overload of pleasure, I could feel his rhythm falter, and I knew he was right there with me. The condom kept me from being truly marked, but I knew I would never forget that moment.
I lost time somewhere after the orgasm started to fade, because when everything came back into focus, I was wrapped in his arms as he lay beside me. Houston smiled as I finally blinked at him. I tried to talk, but his hand came up and started caressing my face, so I closed my eyes and just soaked up the feel of his skin on mine.
“Are you with me now? You were gone for a few minutes there.” There was a little bit of concern in his words, so I nodded and tried to give him a smile. The muscles in my face didn’t seem to be as tired as everything else in me was, so they worked reasonably well.
Houston chuckled, and I felt him press a kiss to my forehead. “That’s good.” He didn’t pepper me with questions, he just held me as I floated in the incredible sensations still running through me. “You’re going to stay right here with me tonight. We can discuss everything else tomorrow, but for now, you’re mine, Pet.”
The soothing touches moved to my hair and down my neck in long caresses that made me moan. It wasn’t erotic, but it felt incredible, and he was pushing me toward the oblivion of sleep. I was so thankful everything had worked out, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.
Snuggling closer, I pressed my face into his neck and gave him a kiss against the strong column. His arms tightened, and his hand moved down to my back, making me sigh. Blackness was pushing against me, and I couldn’t do anything but sink into it as sleep got closer.
I wanted to say something to let him know how perfect everything had been, but the only thing that came out was so quiet I wasn’t even sure if he heard me. “Keep me.” Then exhaustion took over, and that was the last thing I remembered.
****
I woke wrapped in strong arms and tucked under too many covers. I knew where I was, and I snuggled deeper into the heat that was against my back. Rolling over as Houston grunted, I grinned, then pressed my face into his naked chest.
Neither of us had bothered with clothes, so I could feel his erection against my leg. I usually wasn’t much of a morning person without coffee, but it felt like I’d slept for days. Since sleep wasn’t an option, I was ready for Houston to wake up as well.
Besides, I was hungry.
Pressing little kisses against his chest, I slowly shifted my leg so it caressed along his cock. I felt it jerk and harden even more, so I moved to tease his nipples with my lips. There hadn’t been an issue with my explorations last night, so I didn’t think he’d have a problem now. There were rules we needed to work out, but I’d ask for forgiveness later if I needed to.
He’d seemed to love having his nipples played with as much as I did, so I took my time licking and sucking on them, teasing them to stiff little nubs then blowing across them. Houston woke up halfway through my fun, but he just feigned sleep until it was obvious I wasn’t going to let up.
Cracking one eye, he gave a little grunt that made me want to laugh. “Reece. It has to be too early.”
“But I’m hungry.” And I wanted coffee, and to see where we were after last night.
He might want to sleep, but I needed to make sure we were good, and that he was really serious about everything we’d talked about.
Houston’s words came out low and rough. “I’m going to chain you to the bed next weekend so there will be none of this I want to function bullshit.”
So maybe he had been serious.
“We need to go over the rules, then, so I know that next time.” I let my leg start caressing his cock again. “And I’ll know how I can wake you up, and if it’s okay to—”
In one second, I found myself flat on the bed, staring up at a very awake Houston. He growled at me, his voice rough from sleep. “You’re starting something I know your ass can’t finish this morning. You have to be tender, and as
much as I would love to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick, you seem to need food and not my cum filling you this morning.”
Either would work.
Evidently, he was fixated on feeding me, though, because I got a quick kiss, and he started climbing off me. “Come on. Shower, then I’ll make breakfast.”
Considering that when I’d arrived, the only non-takeout food in his fridge had been eggs, I was hoping he could actually make them. “I don’t mind cooking.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “I might keep you tied up and bare like my naked sex slave on the weekends, but I’m not going to let you turn into the maid. You’ve made dinner all week, and you promised me lasagna today, so it’s my turn.”
“Thank you.” Hoping I wasn’t going to regret it, I sat up and let him pull me off the bed. He herded me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Houston gave me a kiss and then stepped away. “I need to get you a towel. I’ll be right back.”
As he stepped out of the room, I used the privacy to piss and check my ass in the bathroom mirror. It looked almost normal, unfortunately, but I could still feel the stiffness and the echoes of the spanking from the previous night as I moved.
Houston chuckled as he stepped through the door. “Should I have spanked you harder? You seem disappointed that you can’t still see my handprints on your ass.”
Slightly embarrassed at being caught, I had to nod. “Um, yes?”
I liked spankings and paddlings, and something about feeling it the next day and seeing the marks, not just the faded pink skin, was hot. The pain and pleasure seemed crossed in my head, and even though it hurt, it kept pushing me higher, making me want more.
“I’m going to remember that.” He stepped up closer and roughly grabbed my cheeks in both hands, giving them a squeeze that made me moan. “I’m not just going to do it on the weekend, though. I’m going to send you to work aching and feeling every swing of my paddle when you sit down. After seeing the people you work around, they’re going to know what you’ve been up to, my naughty pet.”
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