Eli’s erection led the way as he did his best to obey. The change in him when the submission surged through him was incredible. Eli fought and flirted and drove everyone nuts…right up until he submitted…then everything else fell away.
When he was quietly positioned, I walked around to the items he’d gathered. Picking up the collar and leash first, I brought them over while he watched. Fastening the leather around his neck and the leash to the small clasp, I let it trail down his chest and rest on his cock.
It was simple, but Eli didn’t need toys and flashy clothes to stand out.
The look on his face and the way his eyes watched my every move showed in the pictures. He wasn’t a submissive who was waiting passively. He was a submissive who ached for more and was silently begging for it.
He needed one more thing.
When I’d seen it in the pile on the bed, I’d been shocked and strangely hopeful. I hadn’t been sure if it was just a random object he’d picked out or if it had meant something…even subconsciously. As I lifted the cock ring off the mattress, I glanced back at Eli.
He was staring intently at me, but didn’t say no or give any indication that the toy was unwanted. As I moved back to Eli, sitting in front of him on the bed, I gave him a long look. “Is this what you want, Eli?”
I was asking about so much more than just the restraint around his dick, but Eli was smart enough to understand that. He nodded slowly before he spoke. There was still the need in his voice, but his brain was starting to work again, unfortunately. “I’m going to use red, yellow, and green for my safewords today, and we have a ton of shit to talk about.”
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I agreed but started to do my best to push him back to the perfect headspace he’d been in before. “You’re right. But do you want to talk now…or later? I want to finish the photos, Brat.”
Another time, I might have made an executive decision about what would happen or how long the scene would go on, but I wanted him to see he could trust me. And I needed to know what he wanted. This Eli was one I’d only caught a glimpse of before, and it was hard to stop myself from looking around and wondering when it would end.
“Later…Sir.” The words came out strained as the pleasure started to build, but they were wonderful.
“Very good. Let’s see how hard we can make this sexy dick before we get it all wrapped up.” I gradually increased the slow caress I’d been tormenting him with until his cock was throbbing in my hand, and I could almost feel his barely restrained orgasm.
I teased at the sensitive head with my thumb while I reached for the strip of leather. It was plainer than I would have pictured him owning, but I wasn’t sure if he’d grabbed something neutral for the photos or if he didn’t have one that was more eye-catching.
There were quite a few panties that I’d shot him in that would look incredible with a cock ring keeping him even harder. I kept up the light touch to his probably too-sensitive tip while wrapping the leather around his length.
When he was ready, I moved back enough to analyze how the picture would look…it was almost perfect. “Alright, hands behind your back, Brat. Yes, and open your legs a little more.”
I reached out and trailed my fingers up the inside of one thigh and then over his balls to tease the sensitive skin of his hole. “We won’t be able to see this tight little pucker, but I want them to try to imagine how sexy you look.”
The extra sensation was almost too much. Eli started to shake and make low whimpers. “Not yet, Brat, your pleasure belongs to me now.”
Well, once we’d talked and worked out more of our issues.
“You need to be very good if you want me to consider letting you come.” There was a perverse part of me that wanted to see how long I could keep him right at that point, without letting him come, but I had a feeling Eli’s submission only went so far…at least until he was restrained.
With that sexy image pushing at my head, I pulled away and shoved my own frustration down. There would be time to come, even if I only jerked off once I left his house. In that moment, I wanted to capture every glimpse of his need and submission that I could.
Between his straining cock and the almost pained expression on his face that was filled with desire, the photos were incredible. But no, there was still one thing that would take them from incredible to perfect…
Leaning close, I set the camera on the bed and brought my mouth to his cock. “You may not come. This is not for you. This is to make the pictures of my brat even better. Do you understand?”
Eli just moaned and shook. As I took his hard length in my mouth, his head fell back and he started gasping out random words and pleas. Licking and wetting down his dick, I relished the sounds he was making and the feel of his cock as it slid over my tongue.
I’d met a Dom once who thought going down on a sub made him less of a Dom. Well, the way Eli begged and wiggled, fighting to be still and let me have what I wanted, I didn’t see anything weak about what I was doing. When I finally pulled off, his dick was red and wet, and was so hard it looked painful. “There we go. That’s much better.”
The pictures were incredible. Little touches and lingering caresses kept him on edge and nearly frantic to come, and the photos were stunning. The raw emotion and need, along with the almost painful submission, breathed life into what could have been simply erotica and made it art.
There were countless other poses I wanted to try, but we’d reached a point where Eli was shaking too hard for the photos to turn out right. Setting the camera down on a nightstand, I stood next to the bed and teased my fingers around his nipples, then followed the line of the leash down to his cock.
It was never enough to make him come—but always enough to make him crazy. Finally, my sexy brat broke. “Please. Sir. Please. Need…Please.”
The rambling words and desperate sound made me stop just as I was getting ready to caress around the root of his dick. “What does my brat need?”
“You, Sir. More. Please.” Eli couldn’t seem to get the words out. His unfocused eyes were filled with desire, and the shivers racing through him looked like mini orgasms that were racking his body.
“Does my brat want to come?”
