“There’s no way for you to fail tonight, Dane,” I tell him as I tighten the last knot. “You may speak or not, orgasm or not, and you won’t be able to move anything but your head . . . which I plan to keep very busy. How do those bonds feel?”
Dane blows out a heavy breath. Spread-eagle on his back and cuffed to all four bedposts, he’s settling into his sub space. This evening was meant to be about taking away all his responsibility, all his choices, all conscious thought—freeing his mind by binding his body.
“I’m good, Master.”
I smile down at my captive. “I’m glad you didn’t try to tell me you were just okay—not with that erection.” I would’ve called him right out on that one.
“No, Master, better than okay.” His voice has that drifting away quality, here but not entirely here.
I press my hand to his shoulder. “Good, Dane. Your Master has a special treat for you tonight.”
Dane glances at my crotch, where he can surely make out the bulge behind my jeans. “Thank you, Master.”
“That’s not what I meant, boy, but you are getting that, too.”
I run my hand up the inside of his right thigh, and he tenses when I get close to the top. “I’d like you to relax for me. Take another deep breath . . . and blow it out.”
He watches me carefully as I reach into my pocket and pull out a tube of lube and an anal plug. Dropping one knee between his thighs, I slick up the plug and do the same with my fingers before reaching for his hole. He hisses as the cool gel hits his skin. “You’re going to like this, Dane. I promise.”
His jaw drops open as my finger finds its way inside the tight ring, and I’m pleased to see he’s not fighting it. Twice in one day—not too shabby, Marcus. A groan accompanies my second finger’s intrusion, and I work him open gradually until the tension leaves his body.
“Okay, Dane, here comes.”
The tip of the plug breaches his opening, and Dane greets it with a sharp gasp. “Easy, boy. Breathe easy.”
I twist the cool metal cone back and forth as I drill it inside him gradually, running a calming hand back and forth across his abdomen until he relaxes again. His head tips back, eyes to the ceiling. My slicked up fingers glide along his shaft, which is still sporting a beautiful hard-on. “You like that, Dane?”
His chin angles down so his half-lidded, half-dazed eyes can meet mine. “Yesss, Master.”
“Good. That’s really good,” I answer, stroking him and caressing his balls. “I want this to feel really good for you. That’s why I locked you down so tightly. I wanted you totally at my mercy so I could give you this gift.”
Dane grunts as my words sink in—how helpless he is, how much pleasure he is about to receive, and how he can’t do a damn thing about it but enjoy.
And now, for the fun part: I click the remote.
“Ahhh,” Dane responds with a contented sigh as the vibrating plug kicks on at its lowest setting.
“I’ll bet that feels even better now.” I brush my thumbs along his sac and behind it, stroking his shaft with my other hand while he gets used to the sensation.
“Good. You just lie back and enjoy that while I get undressed.”
Dane’s gaze follows me to the side of the bed, and we stare at each other with hungry eyes while his body absorbs the pleasurable pulses delivered deep within his body. His chest rises and falls with an exaggerated amplitude not present before; as if without horizontal movement as an option, his body expresses the added intensity on a vertical plane.
I take a leisurely pace kicking off my shoes and socks, pulling off my shirt, unclasping my watch and setting it next to him on the nightstand. This won’t be the frenzied blowjob that followed his spanking this morning, but a mellow, unhurried build, resulting in a pair of blissful orgasms and inspiring a restful night’s sleep. I want him giddy and dizzy and oozing endorphins.
I don’t know if he does it on purpose or if it’s just a reflex, but Dane opens his mouth revealing a flash of pink tongue as I peel off my jeans for the last time today. Bless him, he whimpers as I run a fisted hand up and down my cock.
“Yes, Master, please,” he answers, dropping his unfocused gaze to my erection as it draws nearer.
“I hope you don’t mind if I kiss you first, because that mouth of yours is really driving me crazy right now.” The bed creaks as I straddle Dane’s trim waist with my knees and settle on top of his belly. The low thrum of the vibrator sends dim echoes to my ass and balls, and I flex my hips a couple times. “Mmm, that is nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” he answers tentatively, as if afraid I might take his new toy for my own now that I’ve discovered how good it feels.
Running my hands up his chest, I play at his sharp nipples while leaning in for a long, deep kiss. I’m careful to give him plenty of chances to breathe, causing our kisses to become a loud, squishy, lip-smacking affair. Damn, I love loud kissing him!
Adjusting his pillow, I grasp the back of Dane’s neck gingerly and place the tip of my cock at his lips. He opens eagerly and swallows me down while his soft brown eyes drift up my body and meet my gaze. So fucking sexy.
“That’s nice, Dane . . . feels really good.”
He moans around me, strains forward, and reaches for more. I cradle his head with both hands, raking my fingers through his hair, easing him back to a comfortable angle.
“Slow down, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until you’ve finished the job.” Appeased, Dane relaxes his neck and takes a more passive role. “That’s it, just let me do the work tonight.”
I feed him my length in rhythmic thrusts, careful not to gag him—not before his opening night as a soloist. “That’s just right, Dane. I love the way you feel around me.”
I give the clicker a little nudge, ratcheting up the intensity. “Mmmm,” he moans around me, his eyes wide with surprise.
“A happy Master is a happy sub is a happy Master.”
He signals his appreciation of my philosophy lesson by lifting his hips in a subtle rhythm that matches my thrusts. All the added stimulation is working its magic on me as well, and even this relaxed, easy pace is building to a climax.
“How are you doing, boy? Everything feel good?”
Dane is able to nod, confirming the motion with an enthusiastic, “Mmhmm,” even with his mouth very full.
“You need a little more to get off?”
His eyes glint with excitement.
“Is that a yes?”
“Mmm!” He nods again.
“Then, 'yes' it is!”
I click the control to the next level. Dane loses his mind a little at medium-high, his eyes rolling back in his head and his hips jumping off the bed and thrusting uselessly toward a phantom partner. The rumble in his belly shoots straight up my dick, right into his mouth, and we’re linked with a continuous circuit from his pleasure to mine.
I ride his bucking hips like a rodeo pro until it becomes dangerous for me to have my cock in his mouth. He can’t be held accountable for his actions at this level of stimulation, and I don’t really want teeth marks on my shaft. I shuffle down to his hips and sit right down on the base of his aching cock, taking my own in hand.
Dane’s head thrashes about side-to-side, his eyes wild and unfocused.
“Don’t think, Dane. Just feel the plug vibrating deep inside you. Feel me on top of you. Do you feel good?”
“Watch us come, Dane!”
I lift his cock to mine, holding both in my hand while I ride him hard.
“Oh god, Master! Feels so good!”
His abs constrict like steel cable, and the next instant, I’m tossed forward by the force of his orgasm. Dane’s strangled groan dissolves into heaving breaths as he struggles for air. The sight of his hot spunk ricocheting off my chest onto his is all I need to set off my own climax, and soon it’s impossible to tell where Dane’s milky release stops and mine begins.
“Master, please, too much . . .”
I slide the button on the remote, and his eyes sink back inside his head. I give him a couple transitional minutes at low before turning it off. Dane closes his eyes and sighs, a long, breathy release. He lies there: one big, lump of happy while I remove the plug, uncuff him, and clean him up with a warm, moist towel.
“Mmmmmm,” he moans while I work on kneading out any possible tension left in his arms. The very last thing I’d want is for Dane to cramp up. “D’you spoil all your subs this way?” he asks, slurring together his words into one lazy chain.
“That’s a trick question,” I chuckle. “You know I don’t have any other subs.”
He opens his eyes and sets them and his blissed-out smile on me. “You know what I mean.”
I shuffle down his body, and my hands move to his right thigh, plying the muscle with my thumbs. “Aftercare is always an essential part of any scene—bringing you back from your sub space, working out any strain I might have put on your body, treating any broken skin . . .”
“Mmhmm, so just another day in the dungeon for you, then?”
Three times he’s pressed, Marcus. Stop being an ass and tell him what he deserves to know.
“It’s possible you might be receiving a wee bit of star treatment, I suppose.”
His watery eyes regain their twinkle, and those beautiful lips hold a touch of I knew it moxie. He watches me silently while I switch to the other leg, straddling his knee while I run my hands up and down his thigh.
“I hope you won’t let it go to your head, Dane.”
Dane reaches out and clasps my wrist, jarring me for a second. “Don’t worry, Master. I won’t.”
He barely moves a muscle as I pull the covers over him and turn out the lights. I snuggle up next to his body, resting my head in the crook of his neck and tracing soft lines up and down his chest. The cloak of darkness affords me a looser tongue.
“I want you to know, Dane, it’s not just any sub I’d give so much input into a scene. ‘Don’t leave me sore; don’t make me think,’” I add, moderating my voice to emulate Dane’s.
His widened smile brushes against my cheek, giving him away despite his response. “I wasn’t aware I had so much power over you.”
In a different moment, this bald-faced lie would be plenty sufficient cause to turn him over my knee. That won’t do right now. “Well then, I suppose I’ve just tipped my hand.”
Dane can’t help but chuckle, and I resist the urge to tweak the nipple between my fingers. I really don’t want to rile him up.
“In that case,” he begins, and I hold my breath for whatever he might be planning to drop on me, “may I make one final request for the night?”
“Let’s hear it,” I hedge.
“Would you take my turn reading tonight? I don't think I can manage anything intelligent.”
Not what I was expecting.
My fingers tiptoe up his chest, locating his mouth for me in the dark. I brush my thumb across his lips before closing over them with my mouth. My beautiful, sweet boy.
“Of course,” I answer, once my tongue finally lets him go. “Close your eyes.” I click on the light and reach for the book. “Just for the record, while I don’t believe in censorship as a general rule, I refuse to read to you about any spankings tonight.”
Dane smiles and throws an arm over his closed eyes. “Understood and appreciated.”
And because it’s impossibly hard to resist kissing him again, I stick with Master’s voice. “And stop picturing that image in your head, young man.”
About halfway through the chapter, Dane’s soft snores draw my attention from the words on the page. Without jostling him, I set the bookmark in, set the novel aside, and watch him for a few minutes before turning off the light. With each relaxed breath he draws into his lungs, I feel the swell of pride and peace in my own heart.
I tuck myself against the length of his warm body, wrapping my arm around his chest and resting my lips on his shoulder.
Sleep, my beautiful, sweet boy.
I hope you're feeling the bliss. Sigh...I guess plush-toy Dane has a string you can pull to make him snore, Gigi! XXX