him…he was choosing to worship me. There was a difference between the two I knew some people would never understand.
As he pulled off my shaft and sucked in a breath, kissing around the head and down the length, I kept up the slow strokes over his head. He was nearly purring in pleasure. I wasn’t sure what was making him happiest, but the combination was perfect to me.
Time lost all meaning as he alternated between sweet, almost innocent kisses and swallowing me down to massage my shaft with his lips. With every kiss, he was pouring himself into the task of worshiping his Master.
When I could feel my orgasm getting closer and my knot ached to expand, I stilled his head and slowly eased him off my shaft. His eyes were glazed over and I could smell his desire filling the room. There was no need to question what he was feeling or how he saw the rest of the evening going; I could see it in his face.
The ribbon was still draped around his neck, so I reached down and pulled on the ends. “Come here.”
His body jolted as he tried to make his legs obey. I knew he hadn’t been kneeling long enough to cause him pain, we’d talked about his limits before, but he was so focused on me that his own body seemed to be secondary.
When he’d made it halfway, I wrapped my arms around him and roughly tugged him onto my lap so he was straddling my thighs. He sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide as his naked body stroked against my erection. “Master.”
Slick decorated my cock as it rubbed against his needy hole. “What kind of reward does my omega want for worshiping his Master so well?”
Little shivers were racking his body as he scrambled to find words. Eventually, he gave me a desperate whine. “You, Master.”
His response made it easier to stay in the role he’d written. “You already have me, little slave. I’ll own you until the end of time. Even death won’t stop my possession of you.”
A frantic whimper escaped him as he fought a valiant battle to stay still in my arms. “Please knot me, Master. Please use me.”
Sliding my hands down his back, I cupped his ass and teased over his slick pucker with one finger. “Is this where you want your Master?”
His entire body clenched and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Master…I…”
That seemed to be all he could say because the words just kept tumbling out as I barely stroked his sensitive opening. I’d assumed it would take more than this to get him off even though he’d said he was fairly sensitive, but I wasn’t going to risk giving him an orgasm this early, so I backed off slowly and moved my hands to knead his cheeks.
Kissing down his neck, I nibbled on the slender column, deciding to edge my needy omega. “It’s been a while since I took my time playing with my slave. The night of your first heat, if I’m not mistaken.”
That had another shiver racing through my imaginative omega. I’d decided he’d earned a reward, so I’d let my slave have his first heat and spent countless hours making him come over and over. My control over him had been so complete it’d taken days for him to surface from the utter submission.
Just the memory of it was enough to make him writhe against me and moan. Smacking his ass roughly, I growled low. “Who controls your pleasure?”
He looked frantic as he sucked in a breath. “You, Master. I’m sorry.”
I stroked over the area where my hand had just come down. “I’m not going to punish you, but I think you need a reminder of your place before I knot you, slave.”
Just the threat of a punishment and the promise of what was to come was enough to bring his orgasm close to the surface again. I could see it hovering just out of reach as my domination ran through him like a caress.
“Thank you, Master.” He leaned in and sprinkled kisses over my face. “Thank you. Please help me be the perfect slave for you.”
He was so sexy, he was going to make me come if I wasn’t careful.
Taking his head in a tight grip, I pulled him away from me. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
He could hardly move, but he managed a faint nod. “Yes, Master. Yes, I’ll be good.”