Eventually, he managed to force the words out. They were filled with desperation and need, but also an honesty that cut through my remaining doubts. “I want to suck your cock and learn how to please you, and I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.” He rambled on about how incredible it would feel and how he wanted to know what it was like…how I would feel inside him.
I wasn’t going to completely discount the idea of toys. I liked the image in my head of his body clenching around a long, hard plug or stretched as he had to fuck himself slowly on a dildo. Reece might not have had a Dom or a serious boyfriend, but there was no doubt he knew what he wanted.
And I wanted to give it to him.
Tightening my grip on his dick, I went faster and pushed him closer to the edge, keeping him there while I watched the pleasure push against him. “You want to suck my cock and learn how to please me…learn how to please your Dom, your master? Let me hear you say it. Then I’ll let you come. Let me hear what you want…surrender to me, my needy boy.”
His body clenched and tightened, and he cried out, almost exploding, but barely managing to hold it back. “Please…yes…Master…yes…yours…please…” The rest of the words were a jumbled rambling mess that weren’t quiet sentences but pleas for more and to be taken…used…
He was incredible. Beautiful. And I would have missed all of it because I was too fucking scared to open up and ask simple questions. Never again.
“Come.”
One more firm tug on his cock and my sexy sub exploded, the rough handling and need too much once he had permission. As waves of sensation and desire flooded through him, he reached for my arm, holding me tight. “That’s it, my beautiful boy, show me how good it feels.”
As the last of the pleasure faded, I relaxed my hold and just teased his dick, loving the way he jerked against the sensation when it was almost too much. He lay there in my arms, content and relaxed, no panic, no fear.
My confident, determined, sexy submissive.
Mine.
