Since that seemed to be a question, Inodded. “Yes, Master.”
“I’ll think about it, but for now, nobegging. I’ll let you know when begging is appropriate.”
There would be times that begging would beappropriate?
That brought up more dirty images.
“But sufficiently embarrassing or…difficultcircumstances might be allowable if I think you’ve learned your lesson.” Theexpression on Stuart’s face as he glanced over said he was warming to the idea.
Embarrassing?
Difficult?
Embarrassing was fairly self-evident. I’dspend the time hard and desperate but blushing and ready for a heart attack allwhile feeling very loved…yeah, that was going to fuck with my head.
But at least I’d get to come.
What did he mean by difficult?
“That would be very fair, Master. More thanfair.” I could just imagine him watching me with that intent stare as he mademe jump through a thousand embarrassing hoops before I got to come.
Just imagining some of the sexy things I’dseen online had my dick straining against my boxer briefs. Stuart’s dry chucklesaid he hadn’t missed the reaction either.
“It sounds like I’vegot a needy boy. You were counting on being able to come this weekend, weren’tyou?” I barely had a chance to nod when his fingers started stroking my neckagain and he continued his teasing. “I bet you were edging yourself every nightjust thinking about it.”
Ohhh yes.
“It’s too bad you were disobedient.” Hesaid it like I’d been a naughty child and he felt sorry for having to scold me.“I could see how hard you were when you went home last night. How long did youstay hard?”
That would’ve been easier to answer if Ihadn’t lost significant blood flow to my brain at some point in the last fewseconds.
“Asa, I asked you a question.” His hand gottighter, making it even more difficult to function. It was like he was a livingcollar that was a constant reminder of my place in his life.
Yep, I was going to come without eventouching my dick.
“I’m sorry, Master.” That required suchlittle thought it was easier, but it only gave me a few more seconds to find mywits. “All night, Master. I woke up hard.”
And my dreams had made sure it never wentdown.
“I expect you to confess if you have a wetdream. Am I clear, Asa?” His words teased at every fantasy I’d had about himfor years. Even when I didn’t understand why I was dreaming about him.
“Will you punish me?” I wasn’t surprisedwhen he shot me a look that said it was a ridiculous question.
“Of course.” He shook his head, giving me aquick, searching glance.
I wasn’t sure why that look was so hot…butit was and I wasn’t going to question it.
I might, however, ask more ridiculousquestions just to make him give me that stare again. It was like he was tryingto decide if he needed to punish me just for pretending to be stupid.
Yep, I was going to ask a lot morequestions.
At the very least I had to gather enoughdata to see the point where he would punish me.
“Orgasming without explicit permission willalways get you punished. It doesn’t matter if it’s fucking your mattress or ifyou forget to ask nicely when I’m fucking you. Either way, you’ll be punished.”His tone made it sound so simple.
I had a feeling I was going to spend a lotof our relationship getting punished.
That thought kept my brain more thanoccupied as we finished our drive back to his house. I wasn’t sure what toexpect because we’d left our plans fairly open, mostly because I had a feelinghe’d been reluctant to make a decision without knowing what Dr. Sheppard wouldsay.
