He seemed to be everything I’d alwaysthought I’d never be able to have.
“Oh? Let’s try something different, then.”Before I had time to take another breath, his hands moved to my chest.
His firm grip felt like he was one of thoseold-fashioned sculptors who created beauty out of stone and clay.
Maybe that was the real reason we calledthem masters.
As his fingers brushed over my nipples thattime, he plucked at them, pinching and tugging on the metal. The sensationswent straight to my dick, and it was so good I could almost feel my eyes rollback in my head.
I actually whimpered.
When he finally went back to gently runninghis hands over me, he spoke again. “Is that what you were thinking about, boy?”
The words, his touch, the pain…it wasbeyond perfect, it was real.
Nodding, I sucked in a breath, trying tofind a way to answer him. “Yes, Sir.”
I knew it wouldn’t be enough even before hespoke again. “If you want more, I need to hear it. You were so quiet, Icouldn’t tell how much you really liked my control and all the pain.”
He flicked over my nubs again. “I need toknow if it was the delicious kind of pain or the scary kind.”
Was scary supposed to be bad or justanother kind of wonderful?
His thumbs started rubbing the smallest,gentlest circles right over my nipples. It was the most devious form oftorture. I’d already had exactly what I’d always wanted and now he was danglingit just out of reach.
I knew the game was to make me beg, andbefore, I’d never understood how I’d make myself do that, but now I couldn’timagine holding back. “Delicious, Sir. The good kind.”
He made a pleased noise that sounded likehe found it interesting, and somehow that went right to my dick. “That’s goodto know. But I’m still not sure if that means you want more.”
The relaxed, just two guys hanging out toneto his voice was fucking with my head, making me think about all kinds offabulous shit he could say in that same tone.
My brain seemed to be skipping around in athousand different directions because before I even thought about it, Iresponded. “Please, Sir. Yes. I want more.”
I couldn’t ever remember that pleading tonein my voice before.
Even when I should have begged, I’d neverbeen able to do it.
But this…it’d come so easily that it waslike there was another person answering. One I’d always imagined being there,but now they were free.
And Porter seemed to love it.
“That’s a good boy.” His fingers tightenedagain, tugging and teasing at the barbells. “When you’re a good boy for me, Ilike giving you what you want.”
Porter made another pleased sound as Imoaned. “Yes, that’s better. But you only get rewards like this when you’re agood boy. Right now, that means answering my questions and not hiding yourreactions.”
He released my nipples, making it easier tofocus, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I actuallywhinedwhen he juststroked over them again, teasing instead of tugging.
Porter’s grin was wicked and I could see hewas pleased.
I wasn’t sure if it was about my reactionsto his touch or my responses in general, but it brought out feelings I wasn’tready to poke at yet.
“I can’t make the right decisions if youhide your reactions from me.” He reached up and stroked my cheek before goingback to caressing my chest. “There are no right or wrong answers. I have abroad variety of interests, so I’m pretty sure as long as we’re honest, we’llfind common ground.”
There was something very confident in hisexpression. I’d never had anyone look at me like they were sure that there wassomething between us.
“What if I don’t want anything too…interesting?What if I don’t know what I want?” People were attracted to confidence, and Iwasn’t feeling that way at all.
Even most of the subs I’d seen looked likethey belonged and knew what they wanted.
