Shoot.
“I’m sorry, Master?” That would have beenmore believable if it hadn’t sounded like a question.
I hadn’t meant it to come out that way, butthe way Master rolled his eyes said he wouldn’t have believed it if I’dexplained, so I kept my mouth shut.
Talking just seemed to be making the hole Iwas digging deeper.
“Since you seem to need somethingproductive to keep you occupied while I make dinner, I’ve decided to help you.”The words said help…the look on his face said sexually torture.
“Thank you, Master.”
It had to be better than writing morelines.
Right?
“You’re welcome, imp.” The wicked look inhis eyes said he was thanking me for being a brat too. It seemed like Masterliked having a reason to use his creativity.
He was still wearing that deviousexpression when he slipped leather padded mitts over my hands and as the kneepads went on. I thought I looked ridiculous, but it only got more curious whenhe peeled off my jock.
It didn’t take long to figure out why I wasnaked, however.
As he stroked my dick, getting it harder,he caressed my hip with his free hand. “You’re still going to be a nicedistraction for me to look at. I’m just going to make it a bit more dramatic.”
That was one word for it.
When I was hard and having a hard time notmoaning, he nodded to himself again and reached for something on the table.
A cock ring.
Lord.
What had I done to myself?
I never learned.
Closing my eyes as he slipped the innocent-lookingthing over my dick, I had to take slow deep breaths to fight the urge to beg ashe fit it around the base of my cock.
“That’s better.” Master gave my dickanother tug, that time rougher, and I could hear the pleasure in his voice.“Yes, this is going to be fun too.”
Fun?
“Turn around and bend over the table.” Hegave the order simply, like there was no chance I’d disobey. He was right, butthat confidence was hot.
As I laid my chest on the table, I realizedthat one of the last things left on the table was a slender plug. My entirebody seemed to clench as I imagined what it would feel like inside me. Stuartchuckled as he picked up the toy and lube that was lying beside it.
“Do you have a plug at home?” His tone saidhe’d already guessed the answer.
“Yes, Master.” I’d had to decide how I feltabout bottoming, after all.
Research said I liked it even though itwasn’t anywhere near as good as his fingers had been.
He chuckled again. “I thought so.”
The wicked pleasure in his voice sent ashiver through me, but it was the sound of the lube squirting out of the tubethat made me whimper. Stuart stroked one ass cheek. “Just relax for me. You’regoing to look so good for me. I can’t wait to see you crawling around.”
Shit.
Crawling?
