Page 46 of Bound with You


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Did not knowing make it even more erotic?

I didn’t even realize I was holding mybreath until the Dom’s hand came down for the first time and I sucked in moreair. I could almost feel the flash of pain firing through me as the sub gaspedand moaned. The sound he made and just being able to remember that feeling ofsubmission as well as something like embarrassment made me want to squirmagainst Porter.

I clearly wasn’t good at hiding what I wasfeeling because he chuckled again and slid one hand down my chest and cupped myerection through the thin jeans he’d picked out for me. Not that they shouldprobably be called jeans. The fabric was so thin it didn’t hide anything.

Porter gripped me tight through the pantsand absentmindedly stroked his fingers along the side of my dick as we watched.Any other time it wouldn’t have been enough to make me come, but between nothaving orgasmed in two days and the scene in front of us, I was right on theedge.

And the desperate wiggling and sounds thatwere coming from the sub weren’t helping either.

He’d even tried to cross his legs as he wasdraped over his Dom’s lap, but that had his Dom smacking low on his ass.“Absolutely not.”

The spank must have been harder because thesub whimpered, but the way he started to shake and whine as he widened hisstance said he loved something about it. As I finally pulled my gaze away fromthe sub and looked up at the Dom, I could see how much he was loving it too.

There was something about the possessiveway he was watching his boy that reminded me of Porter. The scene and the wayPorter was holding me added another dimension to the whole situation. I wasn’tsure how to describe it, but I turned my head and gave him a tender kiss justbecause it felt right.

Porter smiled and I could see he was aboutto say something, but the frantic sounds coming from the scene pulled ourattention back to it. The sub was back to closing his legs as he wiggled andhis pleading had a frantic note that made my dick throb.

“Master, I can’t hold it. Master, pleasedon’t make me be naughty.” The words were sexy, but even I knew that making itthe Master’s fault wouldn’t get him out of the situation he was in, so he hadto have realized it too.

One smack to his thigh had him throwing hislegs wide, showing us everything from his straining erection to his hole. Forsome reason it felt more intimate than erotic. Was it knowing that they’d beentogether for so long that made it different, or was there just something abouta scene between people in love that showed their emotions no matter what theywere doing?

Two more spanks rained down, pulling mybrain back to the sexy scene. Something had changed and I could almost feel theexcitement around us. It was like we all knew right before the sub did thathe’d lost the battle.

One more spank had him shaking and suddenlyhe was peeing. Knowing I was watching something that intimate and personalaffected me more than the act itself, but the sounds he was making and the lookof absolute pleasure and ownership on the Dom’s face made it erotic no matterwhat I thought about everything else.

As the sub finally stopped peeing, the Domreached between his legs and started roughly jerking him off. I knew his handhad to be almost painfully tight because the sounds the sub was making weresomewhere between pain and pleasure.

Porter tightened his grip to match theDom’s and he started mimicking the same strokes. Leaning back against him as wewatched the scene that was still unfolding, I whimpered. “Sir…I’m goingto…please.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was beggingfor, but I was supposed to be asking him to stop, right?

“It’s time for your orgasm, though, baby.”He said it so logically, I found myself wanting to agree with him. “So if you wantto come tonight, then be a good boy for me.”

What?

He really wanted me to come right then?

“Sir?” I wasn’t sure what I was asking,partly because I was confused, but really, I was too turned on to think.

“Look at that sub, he’s being good for hisMaster. He’s going to come any second, isn’t he?” I found myself nodding as Iwatched the scene still unfolding.

The sub was crying out and the crowd wasback to holding their breath as his orgasm dangled just out of reach.

“Don’t you want to come?” He nibbled on myneck, sending a shiver through me. “Don’t you want to be my good boy?”

I knew how to stop it.

We both knew my safeword, and from what I’dseen, all I had to do was say it and everyone would know I didn’t want to playlike that…but the problem was, I did.

They were all pretending to watch thescene, but I knew they couldn’t miss what Porter was doing to me. Just my moansand the way his hand was shifting would have made it clear. They knew he wasgoing to make me come.

Did they want to watch?

The idea that they wanted to see me cometoo, real or not, finally made it too tempting to run from. Pushing the lastremaining nerves to the back of my mind, I nodded and let go of my fears. “Yes,Sir. I want to be good for you. I want to be good like the sub.”

Just admitting that out loud had me righton the edge, but it was wondering how the sub felt, dirty and aching andknowing everyone was watching…that was what pushed me over. As the boy in thescene finally cried out his orgasm and writhed as his Dom continued to strokehis dick, I bit down on my lip and felt the same rush of pleasure.

Bucking my hips forward, I pressed my dickeven harder against Porter’s grip and felt my knees go weak as the sensations rushedthrough me. As I finally sagged against him, Porter kissed my neck tenderly andheld me as the boy went slack over his Dom’s lap.