by M. A. Innes
So of course, I had to play with it.
Kyle gave me countless looks that silently told me I was supposed to behave. He’d feel my ass up when no one was looking or would pat my cock, teasing at the ring just to make me crazy. When it was time to change out to a bigger plug again, he couldn’t find any place private enough, so he’d made me go into the bathroom and change it myself. As other people had walked in and out of the small, tiled room, I’d hidden myself in a stall and had to stretch myself and slide in the final plug.
The idea that people might know combined with how turned on I was had me leaking so much precum, I was afraid I’d get a wet spot on my jeans. My only focus had been getting back to the room. I wasn’t sure what the last couple of meetings were about at all. I just hoped nothing had been terribly important.
Kyle pulled me roughly to his chest, grinding his huge, hard dick against me. “Is my little slut horny?”
“Please. I…I…” I rubbed my cock on his leg.
“Are you allowed to hump me?” Kyle growled out the words, reaching down to squeeze my ass.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t…I…” I was shaking so bad I was afraid I’d fall. Now that we were back in our room, I was falling apart. The only thing that had kept me going was the promise of privacy and his cock sliding into me. Functioning was beyond me.
“I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.” Kyle pulled me roughly, grinding his body against mine. “Take off your clothes, slut.”
Kyle stepped back, leaving me standing at the door, shaking and needy. He stared—devouring me with his eyes as I clumsily stripped myself of everything I was wearing. Clothes piled up on the floor while he watched. When I was naked, except for the cock ring and plug, I let my hands rest at my sides and did my best to stand still. I wanted to jump him, to beg him to touch me, to let me touch him, to take me.
He reached out and grabbed my cock, using it as a handle, and he pulled me toward him. It was incredible. Dirty, wicked fantasies flashed through my mind, and I moaned. His voice was deep and quiet as he called me his dirty little slut, but it sounded almost romantic. Tender.
“Who does this little dick belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who does this fuckable ass belong to?” His hold on me was desperate.
He’d had so many changes over the summer, and I couldn’t blame him for being possessive. I knew it would be a long time before the damage that his parents had done faded. He made it sound like he didn’t care, but I knew better. He was doing his best not to, but it had to hurt. The only thing I could do was show him I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.” I whispered the words. “I belong to you.”
His grip didn’t ease, but he shifted his hand and it changed to something sexy and teasing. Fingers caressed my oversensitive skin and a ragged moan flowed out of me. He looked like it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
“I’m going to see how well you’re stretched, slut.” He led me by my dick across the room. It was only a short walk, but it was insane. I knew how he felt about me, but in that moment it was like I was just reduced to being his toy. Something to be used and led around.
A needy, low sound escaped me, and I knew he would understand how much I liked it.
The final tug as he released me and looked down at the bed had me gasping. It felt incredible. The way the pain and pleasure melded together to roll through me always made it difficult to breathe. I wanted to sink into it and never let it go.
“Get up there, slut. On all fours so I can see the plug.” The rough words would have been cold if it weren’t for his fiery expression.
I crawled up and knelt on hands and knees. He gave my ass a hard swat. “Arch.”
No please, no sweet talk. It was just like I’d imagined.
Lifting my hips, I bowed my back low and offered myself up to him. The craziest feelings crashed through me. Filthy things that shouldn’t have felt good—and sweeter, more loving emotions were at war inside of me. I loved them both, but the humiliation won. It was too wonderful not to.
As he slid the plug out of me, my head dropped to the bed and I started to shake. They’d only been in for a few hours but I hated the empty feeling that I was left with. The flick of the lube top was loud in the silence and the air was stuck in my lungs while I waited for his touch.
Two fingers speared me and quickly a third was added. I didn’t need slow. I was stretched, and we’d been waiting for this moment since things had changed between us. Even before I understood what I really needed, I’d been craving it.
I knew he was mine, and I knew he wanted me. He’d been clear about that from the first time he’d pressed me against the wall and told me I was his slut. But this made it all seem real. Final. Like it was cementing everything we were together.
I was panting and shaking, face pressed tight against the soft comforter when I heard the crinkle of the wrapper. I wanted to turn around and watch, but not being able to see was so hot I wasn’t sure what would be better.
He thankfully took the choice away from me as he pressed his hand against my back. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole and I pushed toward him, trying to get him inside of me. A hand came down to swat my ass, and the sting flooded through me, mixing with the already desperate arousal.
“I think we’re going to have to start spanking you more. You’re having a hard time remembering the rules for dirty sluts.” His voice held the promise of wicked ideas that I couldn’t wait to hear.
I couldn’t even beg for more. It was like the words were stuck in my head and all I could do was babble and moan. Sounds tumbled out as he teased the entrance to my body again, making me wait. When he finally slammed into me, a scream tore out of my throat.
He thrust in, bottoming out in one long, hard push. I could feel him all the way through me. The sting of his possession as he stretched me couldn’t compare to the sensation of his cock rubbing against my prostate. Shaking and begging, I hung on to the bed as he rode me hard.
Thrust after thrust had me drowning in pleasure. He’d made me fly so many times, but nothing had ever been as incredible as that moment. All I was focused on was the dark bedding, but soon even that started to fade out. Everything began to gray, and the trembling got smaller and smaller until it felt like my whole body was vibrating with energy.
One moment everything was fading into the pleasure and the next, my cock was free and I was flying. “Come!”
He barked out the order, and it was like my body wasn’t mine any longer. He owned me or at least my need, because I kept coming as he came. Even when my legs wouldn’t hold me up, my orgasm didn’t fade until he was getting softer and pulling out of me.
Kyle fumbled with the condom but was back, wrapping himself around me, before I could even lift my head up to look for him. His still-clothed body felt wonderful as he pushed against me. Everything was fuzzy, and it was almost like I wasn’t there.
“My beautiful boy. My perfect incredible little slut. Do you know…?” He paused, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as I closed my eyes.
“I love you.” I sighed the words, no longer feeling the need to keep them hidden.
He knew everything else about me. There didn’t seem to be a reason to hide something like that from him, not anymore. He pulled me even tighter and wrapped one leg over mine to cradle me against his body. “I love you too.”
Master, boyfriend, Dom, there were so many things that I could call him. Nothing fit quite right but mine. We didn’t need a label, but sometimes it would have made me feel a little less…odd if we’d had one. To me, a name meant there were others like you. Others who could understand.
I had Kyle though. And that was enough.
We fit together in a way I’d never expected. He’d been a fantasy for so long that even while I was held in his arms and could still feel the memory of his body in mine, I wanted to pinch myself. Knowing that from then
on I was going to wake up beside him every morning was more than I’d ever dreamed possible.
I’d found the one person who could look deep inside of me at every crazy, dirty fantasy and still want me. Still love me. The one guy who saw beyond the quiet, nervous loner and made him feel special.
Made me feel special.
Everything about our first day had been perfect. Dirty, naughty, sexy, loving…perfect. Just like the two of us were together.
About the Author
M.A. Innes is the pseudonym for best-selling author Shaw Montgomery. While Shaw writes femdom and m/m erotic romance. Michael is the side of Shaw that wants to write about topics that are more taboo. If you liked the book, please leave a short review. It is greatly appreciated.
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Also by M.A. Innes
His Little Man, Book 1
His Little Man, Book 2
His Little Man, Book 3
His Little Man, Book 4
Curious Beginnings
Secrets In The Dark
Too Close To Love
Too Close To Hide
Flawed Perfection
His Missing Pieces
My Perfect Fit
Our Perfect Puzzle
Their Perfect Future: Coming October 2017
Beautiful Shame: Nick & Kyle, Book 1
Also by Shaw Montgomery
Surrendering to His Lady
Discovering Domination
Submissive Confession (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Defiance (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Exposure (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Submissive Acceptance (Lord Jordan’s Submissives)
Embracing His Submission
Bound & Controlled Book 1: Garrett’s story
Bound & Controlled Book 2: Brent’s story
Bound & Controlled Book 3: Grant’s story
Bound & Controlled Book 4: Bryce’s story
