“Stay still. You’re not following directions very well, are you? Bad little subbie.” Then Calen made it impossible to behave when he gave one of Brent’s nipples a pinch. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to send sparks of desire straight down to his cock.
“Please.” Brent didn’t even know what he was asking for. It just popped out.
It earned him another pinch, this time to his other nipple. Brent couldn’t decide if it was a punishment for begging or if it was a treat because Calen loved seeing how turned on he was. He was good either way as long as Calen would keep doing it.
“What are you supposed to be doing, subbie?” Calen pinched his tender nub again, making Brent gasp and shiver.
“The movie…being good…watching the movie…” Brent was having a hard time focusing enough to form a sentence. All his concentration was focused on staying still and trying to follow directions.
“Then be good and do what you’re told.”
Brent moaned and tried not to thrust his chest towards Calen’s teasing fingers. “Yes, Sir.”
Calen only made it more difficult. When Brent’s nipples were so sensitive that even his shirt was making him crazy, Calen turned his sights on teasing other parts of Brent’s body. Brent didn’t even try to follow the movie once Calen’s fingers started trailing down his chest, tracing those same lazy circles and patterns again.
It was clear, this time, Calen’s goal was much lower on Brent’s body.
Just imagining Calen’s touch on his cock made it hard to breathe. Staying still was impossible. But every time he moved and shook, Calen’s hand would freeze. Then Brent would get the same lecture about being good and following directions.
It was almost perfect.
The only thing that could have made it better was if Brent had been smarter. He’d worn jeans. It hadn’t occurred to him that they would actually play. Sure, Calen’s flirting had certainly made it seem like he was interested but Brent kept talking himself out of believing it.
He was an idiot.
He was so hard his cock was pressed against the zipper and even with boxers on, he could feel the metal pressing into his skin. It was just enough pain to make him even harder, but trapped in the denim, there was nowhere for his cock to expand.
Calen’s finger kept getting closer to his pants then moving away. Calen must have traced the path between the clasp on Brent’s pants and back to his belly button dozens of times before he finally let his hand slide over the front of Brent’s jeans.
Palming Brent’s cock, Calen chuckled low, making his dick jump. “It looks like my little subbie wants to be touched. Does my little sub want more? Do you want me to play with your cock?”
It was some kind of trick question. Knowing Calen, it had to be.
“Whatever you want, Sir. What...whatever…Sir!” Calen’s hand tightened on Brent’s erection making it impossible to get the words out. For fuck's sake, why did he wear jeans?
“I’m ready for my dessert. But you have to guess what I want, subbie.” Calen’s sexy, wicked tone made Brent want to promise the Dom anything. “Do you think I want to see my sexy sub on his knees using that cock-sucking mouth? Or do you think I want to touch you and watch you come?”
He hadto choose?
Calen was trying to kill him.
The hand gripping his arousal tightened again, sending waves of pleasure through Brent. The dirty images and fantasies Calen’s words put in his mind didn’t help either. Kneeling before him, taking Calen’s cock in his mouth sounded incredible. But the idea that Calen might strip him naked and play with his body made his dick throb.
It was an impossible choice. Two perfect options. That’s when he knew the answer. He’d forgotten the most important thing. This was Calen, not just any Dom.
“Neither, Sir.” Brent paused; trying to get the words out was harder than he’d imagined. It just felt so good. “You want to tease me. That’s your dessert.Making me fucking crazy!”
That last part might have come out louder and more frustrated than he’d intended, but the wicked laugh that escaped Calen made Brent want to throw something at him. Or bite him. Or lick him. That thought had Brent’s mind wandering to incredible places, but it wasn’t going to help him concentrate.
“I think you’ve forgotten your manners, subbie. But I’m going to forgive you this time because you guessed right. This is the perfect treat. Watching you come unglued while I touch you and play with you. This is perfect. Now, watch the movie while I have my dessert.” Then Calen went back to focusing on the movie while he alternated between playing with Brent’s cock and teasing his nipples.
He still had his clothes on, and it wasn’t even a full scene, but Brent was ready to climb the walls. Was this all they were going to do? Brent knew they had a lot of talking to do but it couldn’t be all that was going to happen.
It was.
As the movie continued, Calen pulled and twisted his nipples. When they were almost too sensitive Calen would move his hand down to trace along Brent’s hard cock or rub little circles over the head of his dick, making his whole body shake.
Brent didn’t even realize it when the movie ended. He was so lost in the constant stimulation, he’d long forgotten about the movie. When Calen started sitting up and pulling away, Brent thought he might cry…or start cursing…it was a toss-up.
