Jonah nodded, relieved I’d gotten the message. I reached up to cup his cheek. “That’s a good idea. We won’t go that far.”
One day I wanted him bent over the couch while he was still restrained by the fabric that was wrapped around his body. The utter helplessness radiating from him was almost addicting. But it wasn’t time for that yet. We’d barely scratched the surface of getting to know each other and I didn’t want him desperately searching for subspace the first time we made love.
Yes, tonight he needed to be able to let everything go for a while, but next time I wanted him right there in the moment with us.
I glanced at Russ, nodding toward Jonah’s neck again, and moved my hand up toward his chest. Russ got the message and moved his hand back to Jonah’s neck. The moan Jonah let out echoed through the living room and I knew Russ was just as hard as I was, maybe even more because he had Jonah’s ass wiggling on his cock.
Stroking Jonah’s chest, I started out light and gradually increased the pressure until he was making more sweet noises. Being trapped in Russ’s arms as I gave the illusion of pinning him down even tighter definitely did it for him. His eyes just about rolled back in his head in pleasure.
I could see Russ’s brain whirling and I knew he was thinking about ways he could restrain Jonah even tighter to see how he would react. The club was going to need some kind of system for rope work. We’d only seen it done once in person, but I had a feeling Jonah would love it.
Russ was clearly on the same page because as Jonah moaned and wiggled, he looked over at me and mouthed the wordNick.
Yep, we were going to learn how to tie knots.
When Jonah was once again lost to the sensations flooding through him, I decided it was time to give him even more pleasure. As I swept my hand up his chest, I flicked my fingers over his nipples that were barely peeking out over the fabric.
Jonah’s moan was deep and needy as I caressed over the soft pebbled skin. The lightest touch had pleasure coursing through him, but when I pinched one, his entire body jerked and he melted into Russ’s embrace.
Russ’s grin was wicked as he nodded for me to do it again. I decided to improvise, though. Stroking higher up his leg, I teased just around the head of his dick as I tightened my fingers on his nipple again. It was like watching lightning course through him.
“Yes, that’s our pretty boy. It feels so good to have your Masters touching you.” Russ’s deep voice had me wanting to squirm in pleasure, so I could only imagine how it sounded to Jonah.
All Jonah could manage to do was moan and nod, but it was enough to let us know we were heading in the right direction to please him. I switched to teasing his other nipple, slow and gentle at first. Wanting to keep the dueling sensations going, I flicked my nail over the head of his cock. Even through the soft cotton of his pants, the rough touch had him crying out and shaking.
As I tightened my grip on his nipple, I softened my caress on his dick. Alternating between light and just a hint of pain, I kept up the maddeningly frustrating caresses that were never enough to make him come and never steady enough to let him fall deeper into subspace.
Jonah’s voice finally cried out. “Please…more…please…”
More seemed to mean an orgasm by the way he was thrusting his cock up against my fingers. Russ gave a deep chuckle and shook his head even though Jonah couldn’t see it with his eyes closed. “Sweet begging is fine, but you don’t get to shove your cock against your Master like that. Only good, submissive omegas get to orgasm.”
I wasn’t sure if it was Russ’s control of the situation or just the reminder that someone else was in charge of his body, but I could feel the shiver that ran through him. So could Russ.
“You need to apologize to Master Graham for being a naughty boy. Then he might reward you by playing with your cock. Only if you’re a good sub, though.” Russ’s deep voice had Jonah squirming and making quiet mewling noises, but our needy boy opened his deep blue eyes and gave me the sweetest look.
“I’m sorry, Master Graham.” It seemed to take every ounce of concentration he had to get the sentence out evenly.
“That’s okay, you’re still learning how to be our good boy.” I started making slow circles over the head of his cock, loving the way his body twitched as he fought to be still. “I think a pretty apology like that deserves a reward.”
Conflicting emotions flashed across his face…need, relief, desire…he couldn’t seem to settle on what he was feeling. But as I reached for his zipper, excitement and relief seemed to be neck-and-neck to win. Freeing his cock from the tiny red briefs he was wearing took both my hands, but as I finally wrapped my fingers around his thin but well-proportioned dick, he shook and his eyes closed again.
“Thank you…Master…I…” I had a feeling that was a warning about how close he was, but there was no way to miss that with precum leaking out of his cock and the incredible smell radiating his pleasure.
I knew if I caressed over his balls and down between his legs I’d find him slick and ready for us. But as tempting as that thought was, I was going to thoroughly enjoy finding other ways to pleasure our omega. As I started to lightly stroke his cock, I couldn’t help but imagine the future. “I think we’re going to have to talk about rules for our omega. We didn’t even discuss if he had permission to come or if he could play with himself when we’re not around.”
Russ made a tsking sound as I gradually tightened my grip, testing what he liked best. “Yes, we’re going to have to remedy that. We can’t have our boy playing with his cock or teasing his hole. Can you imagine our naughty boy spread open on the bed fingering his wet hole and trying to come without his Masters? We can’t have that.”
Not unless we were there to watch.
The fantasy must have sounded just as good to Jonah as it did to us because he tightened and I could feel his cock start to pulse. He was right on the edge of his orgasm and I wasn’t sure how much he could fight it, as overloaded as he was.
“I agree.” As he shivered and jerked, I kept my grip consistent and started to slowly caress his length. Our omega certainly liked a bit of pain, but I had a feeling it was the tightness and the feeling of ownership and control that pleased him the most. “He needs to remember that his body belongs to his Masters. His pleasure…his pain…his needy hole…that belongs to us now.”
Watching his reactions, I caught Russ’s quietly mouthed instructions out of the corner of my eye and smiled. He was just as ready as Jonah. Russ was like a kid in a candy store, except he was desperate to see our boy explode.
As I reached for Jonah’s nipple again, Russ did something to his hold on Jonah’s neck. The new sensations were just too much for Jonah. One tug on his tender nipple was all it took to have him crying out as his orgasm exploded through him. Cum drenched my hand as his body clenched and bucked as he rode out the pleasure.
When he finally sagged against Russ and there were just occasional jerks as the last of his orgasm faded, I simply held his cock, not ready to let go completely. Jonah looked boneless as he lay across our laps, trusting us completely.
