Chapter 11
Austin
Everything was always so loud and seemed togo a hundred miles an hour, but as I knelt at Silas’s feet it was like we werein another world. Master had wrapped a cocoon around us and it kept the noiseand constant push away as he slowly fed me.
There was no rush.
There was no place we had to be and nothingI had to do but obey.
It was so peaceful.
Even the constant aching desire seemeddesigned to keep everything at bay.
As I licked the last of the juicy steakfrom his fingers, all I could wonder was why more people didn’t want this? Whatcould be better than sitting at Master’s feet while he took care of me? Wasthis what Wade had been imagining when his face got that faraway look and Iknew he was picturing his Master?
Haze made everything so distant, I almostmissed Master’s order to sit up. When had I leaned over? Picking up my headfrom his leg, it felt like a thousand pounds. As he stood, some of the fogcleared and I felt the stiffness in my legs as I shifted.
Master set the plate we’d shared by thesink before coming back over to me. His hand stroked my shoulder as he gave mea hungry smile. “Stand up.”
He thought I was beautiful.
I could see it every time his eyes raked overme. He didn’t care that I liked pretty, feminine things…if anything, I had afeeling he liked it too. Were his fantasy omegas always dressed in tinynegligées and sweet pink collars or was it just for me?
I wasn’t sure which idea I liked best.
With my hands still tied behind me, I wasawkward, so Master gripped me tightly and almost lifted me off the floorhimself. Oh yes, at some point I would spend the whole day worshiping hismuscles. He was like the walking embodiment of every fantasy I’d ever had.
When I was steady, Master relaxed his gripand started stroking over me. His hands kept coming back to my chest, tweakingmy nipples and caressing them as I shivered and arched into his touch. As hestarted to work his way down my body, I relaxed and just let the desire take mewhere he willed.
I wouldn’t get to come, but the tenderstroke of his fingers as they traced over the restraint and along my erectionmade the hazy emptiness in my head even better. There was nothing I had todo…no demand that would change anything and no way to even touch myself if I’dwanted to disobey. All I could do was let the pleasure wash over me and sinkinto the incredible sensations.
This was what sex was always meant to feellike…tender…freeing…beautiful.
Master’s fingers flicked at the littlemetal hoop at the top of the restraint. “I can’t wait to lead you around on aleash, pretty boy.”
There was no question about what I wanted.It was a simple statement of fact.
I could almost feel the tug of the leash ashe walked his slave through the crowded club. I had to swallow several timesbefore my mouth wanted to work. “Yes, Master.”
He chuckled quietly with his wicked, roughvoice and nodded. “Yes, you’re going to be the prettiest slave there.”
Seeing him take such pleasure in owning memade the hazy desire surge higher. Master seemed to know that, though. Hetightened his grip on my dick. “Follow me, boy.”
I wasn’t sure what would come next, but allI wanted was to follow him, so it didn’t matter. In the back of my head, I knewit would matter later, but I pushed away the bits that threatened to bring meback to the real world and sank back into my role. This was all I wanted.
He led me over to the couch. When hestopped and turned back to me, that wicked glint in his eyes was back. Masterhad the best imagination and wasn’t shy about sharing it with me. His grip onmy dick relaxed until he was just petting it again. “You’ve been such a goodslave. I have a surprise for your spanking.”
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escapedas he stroked me and talked about my spanking. But something in his smile mademe shiver. I still wanted whatever he wanted to give me, but there was stillenough left of my brain to be nervous.
“You’re going to love your spanking.” Helet my dick rest in his hand and his thumb started circling the tip, sendingshockwaves of pleasure through me that were making my knees weak. “What do yousay when you get told about a reward, slave?”
Say? Words?
“I…” I was so lost in the pleasure that thinkingwas more difficult than he understood, or maybe he just liked to torture me.But I finally answered because yes, he liked torturing me and seemed content towait and play with me. “Thank you, Master.”
“Good boy.” He started stroking over myslit, making needy whimpers escape as I fought to stay upright.
When it was almost too much, he let go ofmy cock and his hand moved to my hip, his possessive touch firm. I loved theconfidence in him. There wasn’t the constant barrage of questions about wherehe could touch and what I wanted that made me insane.
