Another little moan escaped Wyatt and his legs quivered. They weren’t playing he’d misbehaved. He hadn’t been bad. Master just wanted to spank him. It was so hot Wyatt almost couldn’t form a sentence. “I understand, Master.”
Pop! It wasn’t hard, but it made Wyatt jerk and a breathy hiss escape. Even his cock twitched as he thrust his hips up. He couldn’t help it. The idea that Garrett was only doing this because he found reddening Wyatt’s ass arousing made this spanking even hotter than they usually were.
“Naughty boy. Stay still. This isn’t about you. This is about my pleasure, isn’t it?” The constant reminder that he was just a toy for Garrett to play with was short-circuiting his brain. No one had ever treated him like this. Using him…using his submission for their pleasure…If it weren’t for the cock ring, Wyatt would have exploded.
“Yes, Master.” He tried for more but his mind wouldn’t work.
This had been his fantasy for so long. It was perfect.
And the best thing was, he hadn’t had to ask for it. Garrett had known. Wyatt felt like the center of Garrett’s world. Every little thing about his master seemed to be constantly focused on him. From the phone calls to their first dinner together, he’d never had to worry that Garrett’s mind was somewhere else. He’d never felt ignored or too needy.
Master was incredible.
The heat raining down on his ass had pleasure rolling through his body. Knowing he wasn’tsupposedto be enjoying it made the already erotic play even better. Even though the slaps weren’t hard they combined to make his cheeks warm, and he knew he’d be beautifully red.
Wyatt couldn’t help but hope Garrett found it so appealing that he’d make Wyatt stay naked for him to look at. For him to touch…For him to tease…For him to use again. The fantasies had him fighting subspace. He wanted to sink into the pleasure and the pain.
When the draw of subspace was getting too strong, Garrett changed things again.
There was more time between each swat. In those precious seconds where the pain was flowing through him, Master started teasing the plug. Pulling it out, then pushing it back again…then swat. The rhythm had him breathless.
Out
In
Pop
Out
In
Pop
He tried, he really did. It was too hard. “Please, Master! Please!” He couldn’t say what he was begging for. He needed something…Something more.
“Naughty boy.” This time Master’s hand came down right on his plugged hole, shoving the toy into his prostate.
It was incredible. Almost too much, but not enough.
Garrett’s hand slid down Wyatt’s crack to tease at his balls and desperate cock. Wyatt loved having his body restrained for his master’s pleasure but he wanted to come. Not as much as he wanted to please Garrett though. Was Master going to leave him soft and deny him an orgasm? Would that make him happy?
The threat of denial hanging in his mind made him even more desperate.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be good.” Wyatt would be good for Master even if it killed him.
Then Master made it even harder.
Feeling the plug slide out of his ass, Wyatt almost cried out at the empty feeling. He’d been filled for so long, he wanted it back. The press of Garrett’s fingers caressing the sensitive edge of his hole made him hold his breath. He wanted to beg but he couldn’t. The desperate words ran through his head even though he couldn’t say them out loud. He needed more.
The incredible feeling of Garrett’s thick fingers entering him tore a moan from him. Deep and guttural it seemed to rattle around in his chest before escaping. “Please…please…please…I’ll be good…Please…It’s so hard…Please, Master. I don’t want to be bad.”
He couldn’t do it.
It felt like he’d been good for so long.
Garrett’s wicked chuckle was like lightning shooting off in Wyatt’s body. “Does my little toy want more? This was supposed to be about my pleasure. If I stop playing and give you what you want, you’re going to be punished later. Is that what you want? Pleasure now, even if you have to pay for it later?”
“Yes! Anything!” He’d take anything. It didn’t matter the cost.
