by AE Lister
I sounded like a pouty teenager and I hated it. I started to give in to the feelings of vulnerability and almost stopped him so I could go back to being the top and whipping his ass. But I changed my mind. Instead I put my hand on the black blindfold and pushed it up and off his head.
He didn’t even stop what he was doing, except to glance up and dive right back in. I clutched the blindfold in my hand as my head fell back against the headboard. That short glimpse of his bright blue eyes reverberated inside me as the coil tightened and clenched and suddenly let go in a paroxysm of ecstasy.
I keened as my body took over, releasing days of built up tension onto Vincent’s handsome face. I bucked up against him as I came and came and came, my breath heaving into my lungs, my legs quaking and my cunt drowning the poor boy while he continued to bite and lick and suck me.
“Oh God,” I managed to say finally, then sagged back against the headboard. My hands found Vincent’s cheeks and I pushed his face back so I could stare into his eyes. “Okay, okay. You did it, sweetheart. You did it so well! That was fucking amazing. Thank you.”
His face was shiny all over with my juices, his eyes frantic and lit with desire. I realized we weren’t done and gathered my resources. I leaned over and unclipped one of his wrists from its cuff.
“Okay. Now use your fingers to work me up again. Then I’m going to flip you over and ride that sexy cock of yours.”
He squinted at me as if he couldn’t quite believe what I was saying, then grinned wide and brought his hand to my pussy, rubbing his fingers on my slippery skin.
I hissed. “Easy, easy. Put them inside me,” I whispered. My clit was sensitive and I didn’t want it touched just yet.
He complied and slid two of his long fingers inside me with ease because I was so relaxed and pliable.
I closed my eyes and stroked his stubbled cheeks as he played his fingers in me. My legs splayed wide as I fondled his earlobes, knowing he could go off at any moment but hoping he’d hold off, because I really wanted to ride him.
“Tell me how you want to be fucked, Vincent. How do you want me to ride you? Slow and steady or rough and fast?
He groaned as his fingers pressed deeper, hitting my G-spot, which re-ignited in an instant. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“You better start slow or I’ll go off like a rocket,” he admitted.
I laughed, then groaned as he added a third finger and licked at my pussy lips, nowhere near my clit. He knew to avoid it for now.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
I let him finger me until I was squirming with need. I brought my own hand to my clit and rolled the hard nub between my fingers, letting out a gasp.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he cursed. I felt his hot breath on me and suddenly I couldn’t wait anymore.
I scrambled up and over him, undoing his other wrist cuff then his ankle cuffs, making him roll over. I grabbed a condom out of my bedside table as he pushed up on his elbow and shook his head. “Do we have to use one? Daphne has my paperwork. I should have got her to send it to you.”
“She did. I know there’s no risk with you. But you don’t know the same about me.”
He blinked. “I trust you. Have you had a test?”
“A month ago. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. Just you. But I’m still on the pill.”
“Then don’t, Sir. I don’t want it.” He pleaded with me. “I want to come inside you.”
“Fuck it,” I said, tossing the condom at the wall and straddling my beautiful boy. “I want that too. Very much.” I leaned forward and he dropped from his elbows to his back, staring up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Vincent, seriously, how are your eyes so fucking blue? Are you a witch?” I asked, kissing his cheek and licking the lobe of his ear as I rubbed my clit over his cock.
He whimpered. “Maybe?”
I laughed, rubbing on him back and forth. He felt so good. I could have totally come that way. “I could come like this,” I said, moving up and down his length.
He groaned. “If you don’t stop soon, I definitely will.”
I shook my head. “Now that would be a shame. Guess I’d better get you inside me.”
“Please. Please.”
I pinned his eyes with mine and Dommed him good. “Don’t. Move.”
He whimpered as I sat up and grabbed his cock at the base, sliding myself onto it in one fluid motion. His chin dropped, his back arched and his breath rasped.
The sensation of his cock piercing my body shook me to the core. It felt so good and so right.
“Vincent,” I said, astonished.
I circled his wrists with my hands and held him down as I moved slowly, as per his request.
God, he felt good inside me. He filled me up and hit all the right spots. He was just so hard. I didn’t think Zane had ever been this hard. Then again, Zane was ten years older than Vincent and smoked weed every weekend.
“God, you’re so hard, Vincent…like rock.”
“For you. All for you, Sir.” He panted heavily as he thrust his hips upward, making his cock hit the right spot. I cursed, swirling my hips, chasing that pressure as he kept thrusting, beyond obeying my order to be still.
But I didn’t care because he was hitting my G-spot with his cock and my clit with his pelvis and I was groaning and gasping and convulsing around him, squeezing his wrists in the vise of my hands. He thrust upward again then cursed as he came, bouncing me on his cock as I cried out and collapsed over him, spread out on his chest as my body shuddered and his warm release leaked out of me.
He was still thrusting, as if he didn’t want to give up on this pleasure, and I couldn’t blame him. He made lovely little noises that warmed me inside. My head rested on his chest and I listened to his quickly beating heart as it slowed and steadied.
After a little while I felt him shrink and slide out of me as a trickle of semen followed.
“Oooh, Vincent. I’m dripping you everywhere.”
“Oh fuck, Sir. Fuck.”
I looked up and saw him blinking at me. I relaxed my hands on his wrists.
“Can I hold you, Sir? Please?”
I loved so much that he had asked me first. “Yes, Vincent. All right.” We fell asleep completely wrapped up with each other.
So much for taking things slow.
Chapter Eleven
I woke up a couple of hours later at half past five. Vincent should have been gone and I should have been making supper.
Instead he lay in my bed, his legs tangled with mine and his face a vision of innocence in his slumber. He looked so very young. He was young, especially compared to me. I should have woken him and sent him on his way, but I really couldn’t bear to.
His eyelids fluttered and suddenly I was gazing into those bright blue orbs. They seemed less luminescent coming out of sleep than in the throes of passion, but only slightly.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I replied. With my hand I pushed a bit of hair from where it had fallen over his eye.
“God, what time is it?” he asked, sitting up.
“Why? You got a hot date?” For a second, I worried he’d say, yeah, actually. But he grinned and shook his head shyly.
“I just had one.” His forehead creased. “But I should probably go home now.”
“Yeah, probably. I have an essay to read, after all.”
He blushed, smiling. “Oh yeah. Hope I get a good mark.”
I gave him a wink.
“Uh…” It seemed like he wanted to ask me something.
“What is it?”
He picked at the bedspread, glanced at me with those blue eyes. “I wanted to ask you something but I’m worried you’ll say no.”
“So, ask me. Maybe I’ll say yes.”
I started to panic that he was going to ask me to marry him or something crazy like that when he blurted out: “Do you think I could come over tomorrow?”
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p; We stared at each other for a long moment. “You don’t want to wait until next Saturday?”
He grinned and shook his head. “No, I don’t. I really don’t. I can’t.”
He looked so damned anguished at the thought of waiting a whole week to come back here that I took pity on him—and admitted to myself I didn’t want to wait that long either.
“Fine. Nine o’clock tomorrow then. How are you getting home?”
He looked relieved and so happy. “I was gonna get an Uber.”
“I’ll drive you. Why don’t you grab a shower then we’ll go?”
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later I heard the water running and couldn’t resist putting the white shirt back on, unbuttoned, because…why not? The guy had been inside me. I guessed he could see me almost naked, especially since I was going into the bathroom to gawk at his naked body under all that running water. But, then again, I was the Dom, so I could do what I wanted. Theoretically.
And the vision of Vincent under the running water of my shower was nothing less than magnificent. I leaned against the vanity and gaped, enjoying the view, while he squirted some body wash into his hand and lathered up.
“Don’t forget to clean behind your ears,” I said loudly.
Vincent spun and fell back against the shower tiles, bracing himself with both hands so he didn’t fall.
I lifted up my hands and grinned. “Easy, easy. Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.”
“Jesus!” he said. “You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Which was kind of a lie.
“What are you doing, Sir?” he asked, straightening up.
“I’m watching you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
He looked down at himself. “I’m too skinny.”
“Says who?” I asked, wanting to punch anyone who would dare criticize him.
He opened his mouth, then closed it and shrugged. “I don’t have much muscle.”
Is he fucking with me?
“Are you fucking with me?” I asked, sliding the shower door open and getting in with him.
He looked shocked but pleased and moved back to give me room. “Never, Sir.”
“I hope not,” I said, and moved in close. The hot water soaked my cotton shirt and I felt the weight drag against my shoulders. But I didn’t care. Vincent glanced down to my small breasts and he licked his lips.
“You have gorgeous muscles, Vincent. You have a swimmer’s body. Or a dancer’s.”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, glancing at me shyly out of those luminous eyes.
“Ah fuck. Can you just be an adorable sub and not the gorgeous, daring and sexy creature you are, Vincent? I mean, Jesus Christ.”
He looked at me with some kind of heady emotion and I just wanted to escape—not from him, but from the deeper emotions he called up in me. So, I did what I always did when that happened.
I held Vincent’s gaze with mine and circled my hand around his cock, pulling him close to me and stroking him gently. He was already half-hard and it didn’t take a minute to get him to full mast.
He gasped. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, can I touch your nipples? Please!” It was a desperate plea, and although nothing made me feel more vulnerable than having my nipples touched, I couldn’t help but give in to him.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I knew how I would tame him, but I’d let him have a moment with my tits. It was only fair, after all.
He parted his lips and raised his hands to push aside the wet cotton of my shirt and splay over top of my very flat breasts. I mean, they were bumps at least, and my nipples at that moment were hard and peaked. So, yeah, even I had to admit they looked hot, especially with his long fingers on them, touching them so gently, gliding over my nipples, making me gasp. He cupped them oh-so-delicately in his hands and moved his thumbs over them, watching my face.
I closed my eyes and kept moving my hand on his cock as he reached inside me and pulled deep reactions from my body. I felt it deep down, the way he was touching me. But then I was distracted from looking at him and I pulled back.
“That’s enough now,” I said as his hands dropped and hung at his sides. His eyes widened as I went to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, looking up at him to see his expression, which showed nothing short of blissful surprise and pleasure as I swallowed him to the root and pulled back, licked his tip, then swallowed him deep again.
He groaned and braced his hands against the wall. “Oh God, Sir.”
I pulled off and stroked him roughly. “He can’t help you right now,” I said before plunging him into my mouth again. I silently thanked Zane for letting me practice my oral skills on him, because I was so pleased to do this for Vincent, and do it well. And I liked Vincent’s cock much, much better than Zane’s.
I explored him with my tongue, licking up under his foreskin and swirling his glans, then taking his length in my throat and swallowing, sucking, until he begged to come. Because I didn’t want to stop for anything, I gave him a quick thumbs-up and he laughed, then groaned and came hard down my throat as the warm water washed over us. I swallowed everything and wondered why I was down here on my knees when I was supposed to be dominating Vincent.
But I knew why. And, honestly, he probably knew it too.
After we dried off and dressed, I drove Vincent home.
He directed me to a neighborhood about ten minutes away. It wasn’t far at all, and at least his apartment building was in a good area and looked well-maintained. I didn’t know what I’d have done if he’d lived in a shithole, probably turned the car around and brought him back to my place. I almost wanted to do that anyway, but I forced myself to drop him off.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at nine.”
He smiled. “I’ll be there.”
“And, Vincent?”
“Yeah?”
“Wear the blue panties.”
He blushed. “Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Back home, I put on sweats and streamed some Vivaldi, lying on the sofa and enjoying the memories of that incredible day. The feelings I was starting to have for Vincent scared the fuck out of me, but they also challenged me to let myself enjoy the possibility of something extraordinary. Maybe love was terrifying for everyone. I pretended I hadn’t just used the ‘L’ word in my thoughts.
I made a tuna salad sandwich and got comfortable, picking up Vincent’s essay.
He’d titled it ‘Exclusive Tales from Daphne’s Dungeon’, which made me smile. I couldn’t wait to find out all the dirty details of their time together.
When I’d finished reading it through the first time, I needed a cold shower.
Holy. Fuck.
If I had ever thought Vincent was an ingenue to the BDSM scene, I had been sorely mistaken. In fact, I almost felt like I’d been treating him with kid gloves compared to Daphne. They’d pretty much done it all. Rope bondage, check. Anal fisting, check. Milking sleeve, check. Some mild breath play and one instance of caning.
He’d told me about that. He hadn’t liked it at all, and I totally understood. It wasn’t something I’d wanted to do to anyone, although I didn’t judge Daphne. People did get off on it. The one thing I hadn’t seen mentioned in this thoughtfully presented and well-written essay was chastity. I would have thought Daphne would have gone there with him. I didn’t recall it being a hard or soft limit for him. And it was something I definitely wanted to explore with him, more than just telling him to hold off. I wanted to make it impossible for him to climax without my cooperation.
I put the essay down and stared at the ceiling, so many images coursing through my brain. I wanted to talk to Vincent now.
I picked up my phone and texted him.
Sorry to bother you. Are you up for a quick call? I read your essay.
After a moment, I heard my phone ringing and I swiped my thumb over the face, lifting
it to my ear.
“Vincent.”
“Sir.” His voice sounded breathy and anxious.
“This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever read. I have a little boner right now. Well, it feels like a big boner but, you know, I’m a lot smaller than you.”
“Oh God, thank God. I was worried you’d think I was a gigantic man-slut.”
“Oh, you are a gigantic man-slut, Vincent. Don’t doubt that for one minute. But you’re my man-slut. I need to get you a T-shirt with that on it. Or maybe I’ll just write it on your chest with indelible marker.”
He laughed. “Did you really like it, Sir?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “I really liked it. In fact, I’m giving you an A plus plus.”
“Really? Yes!” He sounded so thrilled. “Did any of it shock you?” he asked after a pause.
“Shock? No. However, I am surprised by the…variety of things you’ve done.”
“She did get pretty creative,” he admitted.
“Holy hell, Vincent.”
“It was my fault. I’d get hard easily enough but she had trouble getting me off, so we kept pushing the envelope. And it would help at first but then I’d get bored or something.”
“Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Because she didn’t do it for me. And it didn’t matter what she did to me. Eventually, it just wouldn’t work because I didn’t feel any desire for Daphne herself.”
As much as it reassured me to hear that, I couldn’t believe my sub with the hair-trigger come-switch had ever had trouble climaxing.
“But when you’re here, you can’t seem to help yourself.”
“I know,” he breathed. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”
“I’ve barely done anything to you, Vincent.”
“I know. It’s so different. I only have to think of you and I get hard. I only have to remember being dominated by you and I want to come. It’s you, Nic. It’s all you.”
I was stunned at this admission, although it seemed to be true and the only thing that explained his response.
“Well. I don’t really know what to say to that.”
