Little shocks kept going through me everytime I thought about how incredible the pain had been. It was the most fucked-upway to get an “I love you” out of someone and I wasn’t even going to thinkabout the psychological implications of my needing pain to be able to talkabout the past, but Simon had made it absolutely perfect.
And it’d been a fuck-ton more enjoyablethan the therapy Austin had made me go to in college.
Aside from a bit of embarrassment, I lovedevery sensation and emotion. I felt lighter than I’d been in years. I justwanted to stay right there so I could remember every moment of it. But Simongot the crazy idea that I needed to be freed from the restraints and that theplug should come out.
I liked them both, and moving soundedridiculously difficult, but he wasn’t listening. “I’m really fine.”
He just snorted and carefully took off thesecond cuff. When they were gone, he was an even bigger asshole and made meturn around. “No complaining.”
My body wanted to protest, but it alsoliked being bossed around and was putting a valiant effort into getting hardagain…which just made my cock ache more…and that pain turned me on…it was astrange cycle that I wasn’t sure I wanted to break away from.
Especially when Simon laid me out on thefloor and started slowly easing the plug out of me. He was either psychic or mymoan gave it away because he decided playing with it would be a better idea thanremoving it completely.
Stretching out beside me, he kissed low onmy shoulder before moving the plug in and out torturously slow. “You were sosexy when you were aching and crying out, boy.”
The heat and desire in his voice made meremember he hadn’t come…it also made my dick remember how good he’d made mefeel.
Simon didn’t mind that the only responses Icould make were moans. “You made the most beautiful sounds as you cried out andwhimpered when I played with your dick and balls. Oh, and we can’t forget yournipples. You liked that too.”
Played?
That’s how we were going to describe thewonderful pain?
I’d be able to figure out a better wordlater, but for now I was just going to declare him the King of Understatements.
His throne would be right beside the Queenof Drama.
He drew another whimper from me as he slidthe plug against my prostate. His soft, wicked chuckle had me trying to grindmy sore dick into the carpet…which didn’t help the soreness issue, but the painwas wonderfully distracting.
I’d been exhausted just a few minutes ago,right?
For some reason, I couldn’t rememberexactly. All I could feel now was the echoes of the pleasure he’d already givenme, which just seemed like a promise of more to come.
It was our third date.
Just thinking about how much better hiscock would feel than the slim toy that was filling me had me clenching aroundit and whining for more. “Please.”
Simon was still in full Master mode becausehe simply kissed my shoulder again and kept up the slow fucking that wasstarting to drive me insane.
“You’re still trying to rush me, naughtyboy.” His voice said he was thinking about punishing me again and the thoughtof that had my ass feeling achingly empty.
Needy sounds poured from me as he pulledthe toy almost out of me before slowly starting to sink into me again.
“I have to make sure your slick hole isready for my knot.” The dirty words were said so sweetly that my brain hadtrouble processing them. “I can’t wait to feel you clench around me and cry outas I knot you. You’re already feeling so good, I bet you make the mostbeautiful sounds for me as you come.”
Oh fuck.
That was going to be…incredible.
He chuckled as I whimpered just imagininghow it would feel. “That’s right. You’ve been wanting to be knotted andthoroughly used since our first date and now you’ve earned your reward. What doyou say to your Master?”
I could feel my face heating up, but theembarrassment just helped to rekindle the need even more. We both knew he’dcome up with a delicious punishment if I didn’t respond, but there was a needy,dark part of me that wanted to know what he’d do to top what we’d just done.
Part of me was smarter than that, though.
“Thank you, Master.” I arched up and spreadmy legs, offering my body to him. “Please…Master.”
“That’s my good boy.” His low, teasingvoice sent shivers through me. It was sweet but condescending in the best way.“I’m going to be nice and not make you walk up the stairs to the bed to getknotted. What do you say to that?”
