after one stroke.”
I blushed. That wasn’t a total lie, but maybe a slight exaggeration. “Yes, but that was a punishment and you said you meant it to hurt. From what I’ve seen watching the subs at the club, some of them really enjoy pain.”
“Some do. I don’t think you do, but we can increase your pain training, if you like.”
“Pain training?”
“There are methods to eroticize pain.” He brushed his fingers down my jaw. “I’ve been using them on you. I give you a little pain while you have an orgasm, for example. A little at a time, over a long period of time, and the theory is that your brain gets a little confused as to what’s pleasure and what’s pain.”
I lifted on eyebrow skeptically. “Really, Sir? I don’t think my brain ever will.”
He shrugged and laughed. “It’s a theory. I can show you again, if you like. But Jordy, as long as you’re giving me all you have, then it doesn’t matter to me how much pain you can handle. I think you enjoy sensual play more and you like bondage and submission, don’t you? I’d been concentrating on that and taking things slow with you.”
“I do like those things. And I love sensual play and sitting in your lap and the spankings. Even the exhibitionism. I like it, because I know you do. And maybe a little for myself.”
He gave me a look and I shrugged. “Okay, a lot for myself. But by the same token, you’re more of a sadist than I am a masochist. I’ve seen how you watch other people playing sometimes, and you get this look on your face like… you’re missing out on something, and this is what I want to do for you. I want to give you what you need and bring you pleasure. I think I need to learn how to handle more pain. Can we amend the contract just a little?”
“Give me some time to think about it. I can assure you I’m not ‘missing out’ on a thing. I’m not going to rush you, and I don’t like to be rushed either.”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t mean to rush you.”
“Good, because I decide what’s best for you. Taking care of you is my job.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, with a little shiver. He really got me going when he said things like that to me. “Can I touch you?”
“Depends on what you want to do.”
“I want to give you a blow job, Sir.”
He smiled. “Why not?”
I slid happily down between his feet and reached for his zipper.
“No hands.”
I looked up at him in surprise, but dutifully clasped my hands behind my back. I bent forward and used my teeth to pull down his zipper. It took a lot of snuggling into his groin, which I think we both enjoyed, or at least I know I did, but I finally got the tab between my teeth and tugged it down. Then I had to stop again and figure out how I was going to get his cock out of his underwear and the jeans without hurting him. He laughed then and quickly stood to push down his pants. “Now,” he said. “I’m all yours.”
I bent to my task, touching my tongue to his scrotum at first tentatively, and then seeming to gain momentum as I licked. I began moaning about halfway through the job and soon was I was slathering my tongue over every inch of his balls, sucking in each of them one at a time between my lips and rolling them over my tongue.
I moved up to his cock and the heat of my mouth almost made him come, I think, from the sound of his groans, but he must have willed himself to hold on, and not start thrusting his hips. He gripped the sides of my head and watched his cock going in and out. But it wasn’t all his show, as I planned to let him know.
Using my tongue up and down the length of him, I swirled my tongue over the ridge each time I came up to it, until he was groaning as much as I was. When he began to leak pre-cum, I sucked it eagerly down, as if it were the sweetest ambrosia. Logan threaded his hands through my hair and urged me lower at the same time he surged upward, unable not to thrust a little into my heat. I gagged a little, and he pulled back, giving me time to