“You. You’re my Master.” God, that was themost incredible sentence.
It was better than graduation and walkingaway from my biological assholes all wrapped up together.
Stuart nodded and the subtle pleasure he’dradiated as he’d talked about controlling my orgasms changed to something morepowerful. “That means you want me to control everything, doesn’t it?”
We both knew the answer to that, so I justnodded.
“Good boy.” His finger stroked over my lipslike he was imagining kissing them or fucking my face.
It could’ve gone either way, and somethingabout not knowing sent another shiver through me.
“Then what do you think I want from youwhen I say I’m going to control your orgasms?” His voice had a hint of desirein it, but he asked the question so easily it had my brain cells dancing aroundagain.
Coming up with a legitimate answer wasn’tas easy as he might have thought, but he was patient as I scrambled to figureout what to say.
“I…I think…” Taking a breath, I closed myeyes because looking at his face when he was so intently focused on me was toohard. “I think you would want me to ask when I got to come or give me some kindof schedule or limit.”
Stuart made a quiet pleased sound that hadme relaxing.
“Yes, those would be very good options.” Hestroked over my lips again and I had to fight the urge to lick his finger. “Fornow, you’re going to get two orgasms a week. But you’re going to have to askfor them. In the future, I’ll tighten those rules to make you ask to even edgeyourself, but for now, I think that’s fair.”
Ask to edge myself?
Ask to come?
Two?
Fair?
Did that mean at some point he’d getunreasonable?
What would that look like?
Would he tell me I couldn’t come at allunless he was in me or touching me or spanking me?
A shiver raced through me and I heardmyself moan as I rocked on the cushion, but I couldn’t hold it back. Stuartgave a dark chuckle that I knew had me blushing, but I didn’t feel stupid. Forsome reason, his enjoyment of my arousal and embarrassment made me even moreturned on.
I had a split second of wishing the thingsI found erotic were rational before I let it go.
They weren’t, so there was no point infocusing on it.
“You’re very sexy like that. Embarrassedbut turned on. This is a very good look for you, boy.” The edge of desire andsomething darker sent another shiver through me. He made a low pleased sound ashe continued to stroke my neck and face. “Tell me what the rule about yourorgasms is?”
Having to say it out loud made it all evenmore real and more arousing.
“I…” I took a deep breath and tried again.“I can have two orgasms a week, but I have to ask for permission first.”
Fuck, that was hot.
“I’ll also expect a text when you start andwhen you finish.” His voice was detached and calm like we were talking abouthow long it took me to brush my teeth. “I’m curious to see how long it takesyou.”
Was it possible to come just by listeningto him say shit like that?
“But remember, there will be consequencesif you disobey.” The hand on my neck had relaxed over time, but he tightened itagain, sending more of the wonderful sparks through me. “If you cheat on yourorgasms, I’ll know. I always knew when you were lying.”
Because something about the way he trustedme and treated me as an equal made me vomit everything in my head at him.
That didn’t seem to have changed either.