Page 24 of Inferno
Fuck, imagining all the things I’m going to do to his perfect body makes my own cock weep with precum. But first I need to ensure that he understands that he’s mine now.
“Move your hands, Boy,” I say again, slowly rising to my feet until I’m standing upright and looking down at him.
“I can’t,” he whispers, desperately.
“Why not?” I ask calmly.
“Because…” Swallowing thickly, a fresh surge of heat somehow makes his cheeks redden even darker.
“Because what?” I ask, pushing him to tell me.
“Because I’m hard again,” he finally admits, like he somehow thinks his arousal is a bad thing.
“Oh, Kitten, don’t worry, I’m going to take care of that for you.”
“You are?” he squeaks.
“I am,” I assure him. “Now move your hands so I can see you, and I’ll tell you how things are going to be from now on.”
I’m not sure he means to obey, but his hands fall to his sides, exposing his cock to my greedy eyes. Reaching out, I curl my fingers around his length, squeezing just enough that I know he’ll feel the possession in my touch. Some guys don’t like to be gripped tightly, but I have a hunch Henry will. His body melted into my touch when I collared his throat with my hand, and he’s reacting the same way to me holding his cock.
His entire upper body leans into me, his eyes falling shut as shuddering pants fall from his parted lips.
“This cock is mine now, Kitten.”
His eyes snap open at my words.
Jerking him slowly, I keep my voice at the same pace as my hand. “Unless you’re holding it to take a piss or a wash, you don’t touch this cock without my permission. Your pleasure is mine now. I own it. I control it. You’ll only come when I say you can.”
“What?” He blinks, his voice raspy and weak as his gaze darts between my hand on his cock and my face.
“You’re mine now, Boy. This dick is mine.” I squeeze him tightly. “This ass is mine.” Leaning around him, I palm his ass, dragging his cheeks apart. “This mouth is mine.” Leaning forward, I kiss him, swallowing down his gasp of shock as I tease his tongue with mine.
It takes him a few moments to kiss me back, and I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t want to or if he’s not sure how. I don’t want to think about the inexperienced fumbling he’s done withother men in the past, but it’s obvious that whoever he was with never taught him how good kissing could be.
Precum drips from the head of his dick, coating my hand, and as we kiss, he starts to roll his hips, grinding his body into mine, thrusting himself into my grip.
“Stop moving,” I order. “You’ll get to come when I say you can and not before. If you keep trying to fuck my hand, I’ll stop and you’ll have to wait for your dick to go down on its own,” I warn.
His hips instantly still, and I smile against his mouth. “Good boy,” I praise.
I like control. No, I need control, but I also love to make sure my partner knows just how much their submission means to me. Henry is clearly not used to being told what to do, but he softens every time I praise him.
I can tell it’s hard for him, but he stays perfectly still while I work his cock, bringing my fist up and down his hard length until desperate whines start to fall from his pouty lips.
“Do you need to come, Kitten?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he pants.
“Good Boy. Why don’t you go ahead and ask me for permission?” I suggest, wondering if I’m pushing too hard and how he’ll react.
“What?” he asks, then whines long and low, closing his eyes and locking his knees to stop himself from grinding into me.
“You heard me, Boy. This dick is mine. If you want to come, you need to ask me to allow it.”
“Oh god,” he groans. “Can I…” His words trail off, becoming nonsensical noises.
He’s close to the edge, so I slow down and loosen my hold on him. He might still come. He exploded earlier without either of us touching him, but I’m hoping he’ll give in and ask for permission before that happens.
