little but remained sleeping. I didn’t remove the plug. I licked at his taint and around the edges where the butt plug entered his hole. He twitched but didn’t wake up.
I grasped the lube and slathered enough onto my dick, then went back to toying with his ass. I pulled on the plug, slowly working it in and out. Gently. He let out a sigh, his ass cheeks clenching tightly, then releasing again.
“August?” he whispered my name, voice husky and confused.
I had to force myself not to laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Counting sheep backward to fall asleep.”
“Just shh. Pretend you’re sleeping.”
“It’s hard to pretend when you’re doing that. Why does it feel so good? Will it always feel this good?”
“Only with me,” I lied.
“Don’t stop, please.”
I stopped playing with the butt plug in his ass. “Go to sleep, Charles.”
“You play dirty. All right then, nighty night, Sir.”
My heart gave a tug, and I closed my eyes with a smile. Charles was going to be the death of me. He evened out his breathing like he was sleeping, and I went back to fucking him with the toy. I didn’t want to get him off, and I moved slowly, turned on even more at his failed attempts to pretend he was sleeping.
I pulled out the plug one final time and dropped it on the bed. I replaced the toy with my lubed fingers, getting him all slicked. He was breathing hard, but acting the part pretty well, especially when I removed my fingers, straddled his thighs, and gently entered him.
A shiver ran through his body. I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder and neck. He liked it when I did that. It turned him on. He gripped the sheets, and although he was panting hard, he didn’t utter a word.
I slid out of Charles and pushed my way back into all that tight heat. Fuck, he felt so good. I fucked him lazily, thrusting with deep, fluid motions, grinding my pelvis into his hard glutes.
Bracing my arms on either side of him, I stretched out over him, pulling out, then slamming into his ass hard. His breathing came harder, faster. He couldn’t help moving against me now, spreading his legs wider, pushing his ass upward into my thrusts.
“Sir, please,” Charles gasped out, unable to contain himself now. His hands wrapped around my arms, so soft and smooth against my skin. He clung to me tightly, moaning and cursing.
“This what you came for, Charles?” I rasped in his ear. “You’ve been burning for it, haven’t you? Thought about me every time you played with your ass?”
“Yes!” He got up on his knees. “I wanted it so much.”
“You won’t deny us this again, will you, Charles?”
“I can’t,” he sobbed out. “Need it too much.”
“You just need to ask for it, and it’s yours.” I bit his shoulder hard, and he cried out.
“Please, make me come, Sir.”
I sank my teeth in another fresh patch of skin. “Beg me again.”
“Sir, please—I can’t—need it. Please, make me come.”
“And again.” My teeth sank into his neck this time. “I love the way you beg, Charles Moore.”
He begged again. Over and over, he pleaded for me to make him come, while I thrust inside him. He was close to sobbing when I pulled out, spread his ass, and dove inside with my tongue.
“Sir!”
The word exploded from his mouth like an incantation. What was this witchery? It was the only word he needed, really. The only one I did too. I plundered his hole with my tongue, his cries and groans making up for the taste of the lube.
When he was a whimpering, quivering mess of limbs, I turned him over onto his back. I climbed up his body and smashed his lips to mine, ravaging him as I pushed his legs apart and thrust inside him, filling him up in one movement.
Charles’s back curved as I hit his prostate. He kissed me back almost manically, his fingers digging into my ass, pulling me closer to him. As if I could get any closer. I leaned back from him, brushing his neck and cupping the strong base, imagining it adorned with my collar.
Owned.
Sir’s pet.
The mental image did it for me. I released his neck, grasped his cock, and jerked him off while filling his ass. Our grunts and moans, hot