“I’m going to have so much fun punishing you later, Sweet.” Naughty pleasure dripped from Garrett’s voice. Wyatt knew his master was going to be thinking up all kinds of crazy things he would do to his sub.
Wyatt couldn’t wait.
“Yes, Master. Please!”
“Very good, Sweet.” Then the two thick fingers entered him and Wyatt would have sworn he felt them all the way to his throat. Yes, this was so much better than the hard plug. Master’s finger touched everywhere making him feel taken.
Garrett fucked him slowly and soon left him wanting more. But before he could even beg, Master changed things up again. “Fuck yourself back on my fingers. If this isn’t about my pleasure anymore, then I shouldn’t be doing all the work. Give me a show, Sweet.”
Wyatt thrust back and crazy needy sounds burst out of him. Whimpers and groans escaped as he rolled his hips, working his sexy Dom’s fingers. Squeezing down, he tried to pull them even deeper into his body.
“Such a needy little sub. You want to be filled, don’t you? You want something long and thick in that hot little hole. Dirty boy.” The naughty words teased at Wyatt’s senses pushing him higher. Closing his eyes, trying to block everything out, Wyatt’s whole focus was on that one small part of his body that was receiving his master’s touch. Riots could have been happening in the street and he wouldn’t have heard.
The delicious penetration was the only thing that was important.
For a split second, the incredible feeling was gone, and he was empty again. Then with one thrust, before he could even cry out, he was filled. Master’s long cock slammed into him on one long push. Wyatt’s head came off the bed and all he could do was cry out.
The pleasure was staggering.
Thrust after thrust, Garrett rode him hard, the occasional slap to his ass only ratcheting his pleasure even higher. Every slide of his hard cock, rubbed over Wyatt’s prostate making him nearly crazy. He wanted to come, but he hadn’t been given permission and he was still trapped in the incredibly frustrating, hot, sexy cock ring.
Was he even going to be allowed to come?
Was the maddening pleasure the only thing he would be permitted?
Garrett pulled him up until he was kneeling on the bed, held in his master’s arms. The new position had his sore ass rubbing against Garrett’s body. The sweet pain was like a spice that made the meal perfect.
One hand wrapped around his chest, pressing him tight against Garrett, the other hand slid down to grab his cock. Even though it was confined in the cock ring, it was still incredibly sensitive. The rough handling had little mewling sounds escaping.
“My boy’s got such a pretty soft cock. It’s too bad you can’t get hard. You won’t get to feel that heavy ache as your cock fills. You won’t get to feel the incredible pleasure that’s so good it almost hurts. I bet you’d like to get hard, wouldn’t you?” Garrett’s words were dark and filled with wicked pleasure. His master loved making him crazy.
But he knew what his master wanted.
“Please let me come, Master. Please let me get hard. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!”
“Are you sure you’ll doanythingfor me, Sweet?” Garrett’s need came through in every word. His master wasn’t going to last much longer. Wyatt just knew it.
“Anything, Master!” Wyatt would promise him the moon as long as he got to come.
The hand that had been playing with his cock stilled and for a moment Wyatt thought he was going to be denied. Then he felt Garrett’s hand on the toy and he started shaking. The rush of pleasure that flooded him as he realized Master was going to take off the cock ring was amazing.
As the ring came off, his dick filled so fast he swore the room started to move. It was a rush like no other. Garrett kept tugging on his cock. Jerking him off and roughly handling his sensitive length. Wyatt couldn’t have asked for anything else. It was perfect.
The only thing that would have made it better—
“Come. Show your master how much you wanted this. Come!” Garrett’s voice was deep and gravelly.
Wyatt had to obey. There was nothing else he could do.
He couldn’t ever remember an orgasm that ripped through him like that one. Shaking and shouting, cum burst out of his body covering the bed in long ropes. As the pleasure shot through him, he felt Garrett stiffen behind him and his cock jerk inside Wyatt. Knowing Master was coming too kept the pleasure going longer.
When his vision was starting to gray out, and the pleasure was fading, Garrett lowered him to the bed and pulled out slowly. Wyatt instantly missed the closeness. Garrett took care of the condom and was back quickly, wrapping himself around Wyatt. That would have to do. But having Garrett inside of him was better.
As sleep started to claim him, he heard Garrett’s deep voice, speaking low. “Sweet? Do you remember promising me anything to get to come? Anything I wanted if I would just take off the ring and let you get hard?”
Wyatt knew he was blushing, but he answered anyway. “Yes, Master.”
“You know I’m going to make you keep your word, don’t you?”
