desperation in his voice made my cock jerk and he groaned as it stroked against his hole. “Master…”
Giving him another smack, I forced my gaze to stay stern. “Stand up.”
Working his legs wasn’t as easy as he seemed to think it should be, but with some assistance, he rose somewhat steadily. With the ribbons in one hand, I tucked my cock in with my other, then kept him safe as I led him through the expansive space.
As we entered his bedroom, I knew we were both imagining the huge, decorative bed he’d described in the book as we looked at his simple frame. Tucking away the idea for a present, I did my best to stay in the moment.
Leading him over to the bed, I pulled one end of the ribbon so it caressed his body as I slowly took it off him. He arched into the touch as it stroked over him until the last inch trailed along his chest before I let it puddle to the floor.
“On the bed.” I ran my hands up his sides possessively. “On all fours.”
As he turned to obey, I stroked down his back and gave his ass a pat. “Yes, you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
He made a low, needy sound as he scrambled to position himself correctly. As he held himself still with his swaying cock the only movement, I walked around to the side of the bed and slowly began opening the buttons of my shirt.
I’d been dressed fairly casually at dinner, but for the scene, I’d known that wouldn’t work. No, his Master wore suits, which made the stark contrast to the usually somewhat naked slave even more noticeable. Just the way he licked his lips as he watched me said it had been a good idea.
As my clothing slowly fell to the floor, I tossed the condom I’d had in my pocket onto the bed and stepped out of the puddle of shoes and fabric. His body jerked as the small package landed on the mattress and just my walking toward the bed had sexy sounds escaping from my needy boy.
Climbing up, I positioned myself toward the foot of the bed near his ass. Stroking over the soft skin, I caressed down his thigh then up over the center of his ass and the slick hole that was silently begging to be used. As I circled his needy opening, he whimpered and I could feel his muscles shaking as he fought to stay still.
His willpower was amazing.
All he wanted to do was obey me and please me.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to one sexy cheek. Before he could even process the sweet touch, I straightened and spanked him again. The jolt of pain washed over him, followed almost instantaneously by the pleasure he craved.
As I brought my hand down again, I saw his slick increasing and the swing of his cock, making it clear how easily I could make him come from just the spanking. Another time I might’ve put a cock ring on him and kept edging him, but we were both too close for that.
Giving him another smack, I reached for the condom while he was moaning and scrambling to hold on to the covers to keep himself still. Alternating between teasing his opening and spanking him, I quietly slid on the condom as I made him frantic to come.
When I finally paused his spanking and moved behind him, his entire body froze. Chuckling quietly, I ran my cock down the center of his ass. “Is this what my slave wants?”
His head jerked up and down as he swallowed and fought to answer me. “Yes, Master. Please.”
I gave another low, wicked laugh as I nudged his slick opening with the head of my dick. His body jolted like the pleasure had crossed over into pain, but his moan said there was nothing he wanted more. “Who do you belong to, slave?”
“You.” The frantic answer jumped out of him without a thought. “You completely, Master.”
To reward him, I fed his body a few inches of my cock before running my hands along his back and under his chest to tease his nipples, tugging lightly at the clamps before removing them as he cried out in a rush of painful pleasure that pushed him even closer to the edge.
It took all my concentration to focus on him and draw out his pleasure. When the only sounds he made were whimpers and desperate moans, I