My dirty boy was going to love it.
As I bit down on his ear, Austin bucked upagainst me, hard and fast.
“Come.”
He screamed out his desire as his orgasmhit him like a tidal wave sweeping across him. He shook as I matched histhrusts and kept his pleasure going until he was a mess of exhaustion and notquite satisfied lust. He wouldn’t be completely done until he’d been fucked andknotted.
Cum had to be drenching his clothes, but Istill kept rubbing against him, making sure he knew who he belonged to. “Ihaven’t come yet, boy. I hope you realize that you’re here for my pleasure, notyour own.”
I was never going to go anywhere withouthis collars again. Leading him up the long staircase to his room just wearinghis collars and leash would have been the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Austin was fighting to catch his breath andstay focused, so he blinked at me a few times, lost in the sensations, beforehe could speak. “Yes…Master…use your slave.”
Every time I thought he couldn’t get morebeautiful or more erotic, he surprised me.
“That’s my good slave.” I gave him a tenderpeck on the lips that was completely at odds with the dirty words and fantasiesbut still felt right at the moment. “I’m going to use you until you’re beggingfor mercy.”
He was also going to beg to come again.
“Thank you, Master.” I wasn’t sure what hewas thanking me for, but I loved the look on his face. Utter trust and love.
“You’re welcome, slave.” Kissing himtenderly again, I felt his body jerk and shake as aftershocks of pleasure hithim. I knew his cock had to be incredibly sensitive, but he was so close tosubspace he didn’t even notice.
Pulling back, I held him tight as I steppedaway. “Upstairs, slave.”
Walking was not an easy process forTrouble, but after several false starts and some sexy moans, he made itupstairs. Trouble didn’t realize I’d never been in his house before, but hisfeet seemed to be automatically leading us to the bedroom, so I didn’t ask fora tour.
I’d seen it last year on a celebrity housesspecial anyway, and it didn’t look like he’d changed it much.
His brain stopped once we got to hisbedroom. Trouble just turned to me with that sexy, lost expression and silentlyasked for instructions. “Show me your lingerie, slave.”
It was time to play dress up with myfavorite dirty omega.
He was only slightly unsteady as he noddedand turned toward a closed door. I was assuming it was a closet, but sincethere were four doors, I wasn’t going to bet on it.
Yes, closet.
But it couldn’t be his only one because itjust held rows and rows of dresses, skirts, and everything else a pretty omegacould desire. I’d never owned that many clothes in my entire life, but I knewhow happy they made Austin by the look on his face.
This was who he really was outside of allthe trappings he had to wear in public.
One wall held nothing but shoes on neatshelves with rows of drawers under them. As Austin slid open the top drawer, Isaw all the pretty panties he wore under his clothes folded away neatly. Wewouldn’t need panties for now, but I kept them in mind for later as I startedlooking through the rest of the drawers.
Two down from the panties, I found nightieslike the one I’d bought for him. Pulling out a sheer pale purple number, I knewit would be perfect. It had an almost baby-doll look to it that made you assumeit would be innocent, but the sheer fabric would hide nothing.
“It’s time to make my slave pretty for hisMaster.” Austin shivered at the low, heated words.
Leading him out to the main bedroom area, Isteered him to the bed and looked around as I laid the nightie on the bed. Yes,there it was. I knew my boy would want to see how pretty he looked all dressedup. The full-length freestanding mirror in the corner of the room would beperfect for what I had in mind.
I started slowly stripping my sexy boy outof his clothes, loving the sweet sweater and skirt that looked so innocent onhim. The skirt went almost to his ankles and the outfit completely covered thesexy two-piece lingerie set that was under it.
As the skirt puddled on the floor, Iscanned up his body, lingering on the tiny satiny shorts that did nothing tohide his cock and the matching tank top with thin straps that was designed togive him curves, not cover anything. The soft pink fabric was shimmery andbegged for my touch.
Stroking over it, I let him see how sexy hewas. “Did you dress up for your Master?”
I knew from his comments that at home hewas always dressed in more feminine clothes. One of the guys had even told me astory of the ball gowns Austin would randomly wear on the nights they hung outat Wade’s.
I couldn't wait to see that.