gentle nudge, and he went right to his knees in front of me. As I unzipped my pants, I thought he moaned. Again when I stroked my fully hard cock just inches in front of his mouth.
All it took was a touch of pressure behind his head, and he came forward and eagerly took me in his mouth, moaning again with more delirious arousal as the head slid across his tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered as he started licking and teasing up and down my cock. “That’s so good.”
His eyes flicked up to meet mine. Oh, yeah, he was well into that headspace. He was probably floating already. By the time Kelly and I were done with him, he’d be boneless.
Lots of aftercare, then. Aftercare was part of sex and kink for us anyway, but especially when he was dropping so far, so fast, it would be crucial. Fine by me. Spend more time gently cuddling with him and telling him how beautiful and amazing he was? Twist my arm. And it would help us bond with our new friend. The gentle intimacy of aftercare would help build trust between the three of us, and then we could get into the more hardcore kink that Aaron craved.
But before we got to that, I could already see myself pushing into his ass and showing him how much he turned me on. He’d always loved that—being fucked after he’d been whipped or otherwise driven to the edge of his pain tolerance. Something about feeling his Dom’s arousal and climax struck just the right notes for my deliciously submissive pain slut.
Which meant I didn’t want to come too soon. I’d be able to recharge between now and when I finally had his ass, but I wanted to be aching for that release when the time came.
Gently nudging his forehead, I said, “That’s enough.”
Aaron stopped and sat back on his heels, gazing up at me with wide eyes. Oh, he wanted to protest. He so did. He knew better, but I had no doubt the soft plea was right on the tip of his tongue.
I tucked my cock back into my pants, which was a challenge when I was this hard. I wanted to fuck his mouth until I blew my load down his throat, but I wanted him eager for my orgasm later, whether I came in his mouth or his ass. I could wait if it meant tormenting him.
Beckoning to him, I murmured, “Come here.”
He started to stand, wincing slightly as he did.
“Knee bothering you?”
Aaron shook his head. “It’s fine.” He rose all the way, then bent and straightened his knee a couple of times. “Just stayed still too long. I’ll be all right.”
I arched an eyebrow, a look I’d long ago trained him to understand as, Don’t bullshit me.
“I’m fine,” he repeated softly. “I mean it.”
I held his gaze, then nodded. If there was one thing I knew about Aaron, it was that for as much as he liked good pain, he didn’t fuck around with bad pain. Forty-six year-old Aaron knew what twenty-six year-old Aaron hadn’t yet grasped—that if something hurt in a way it shouldn’t, if it was more than just fatigue or sitting still for too long, he ignored it at his own peril.
So I believed him.
“All right,” I whispered, and kissed him softly.
I would still pay attention to his knees tonight and watch for any signs of a problem, but I trusted him to listen to his own body. Early in our relationship, back when I’d been a young and inexperienced Dom, I’d been nervous while he was deep in subspace because I’d never been with a sub who could get that deep. I’d been afraid of pushing him too far and him not being able to let me know. What if I hurt him for real? What if, when his head cleared, he realized he wasn’t as onboard with something as he’d thought he was in the moment?
But over time, I’d learned that even when he was deep in space, he was still lucid. He could and did still communicate. These days, I was still cautious—I always was when it came to taking care of my sub—but I was confident. I knew his limits, and I knew his tells when he was reaching a limit he hadn’t previously discovered or when something he usually liked wasn’t working. I knew when he winced in “something is wrong” pain versus “oh yes more” pain.