“You can come by humping my lap like thedirty boy we both know you are.” His cheeks pinked, but his frantic nod saidthere was no reason to deny the truth. “Or you can choose to orgasm while I’minside you.”
His legs seemed to go wobbly at that optionand he went from wiggling against me to clinging to me to keep himself upright.I tightened my grip on him as he opened and closed his mouth several times.
When he finally found his scattered brain cells,he swallowed again and managed to sound just slightly strained. “What partinside me, Master?”
That was a damned good question…my boy wassmart even when he was so turned on he was having to remember to breathe.
“My cock, sweet boy.” That had his fingersdigging into my arms, but he just nodded slowly, probably trying to lookrelaxed.
It wasn’t working.
“I think I would like that option, Master.”He swallowed again. “If I get to come.”
That’s what I thought he would say.
Relaxing my grip enough to pat his ass, Ikissed his forehead. “Then why don’t you take a few minutes in the bathroom andcome out here when you’re ready.”
It took about five seconds for it to clickand I saw when it finally hit him. Like a lightbulb going off over his head, henodded and straightened. “Yes, that would be a good idea.”
Giving him a kiss, I eased my grip on himto make sure he could stand. “Everything you need is under the sink. Are yousteady enough to go in by yourself?”
His cheeks flushed again, but he nodded.“Yes, I will make sure I’m steady enough to do…that by myself.”
It seemed like we’d found a new limit.
In some of our discussions, he hadn’t beensure how he would feel at this moment, but it looked as if he’d made up hismind.
For now, at least.
“Alright.” Giving his ass one last squeeze,just because it was too tempting, I pulled my hands away. “Let me know if youneed me. Embarrassment is no reason to get yourself injured or upset. Got it?”
Asa nodded, looking slightly offended.“I’ve practiced. I know what I’m doing.”
Of course he had.
“I’m not going to apologize for worryingabout you, imp.” I smirked as he nodded, looking slightly bashful that time.
“Sorry, Master.” He stretched up and kissedmy cheek before hurrying into the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
I was surprised there wasn’t an order notto start without him…his desire to be on his best behavior only went so far.
Getting the room ready, I turned on a fewlamps instead of the overhead light and made sure the lube and condoms werewithin easy reach. It wasn’t quite flower petals and candlelight, but I thoughtthe room looked nice.
Using the hall bathroom, I cleaned up a bitand went back to the bedroom to strip off my clothes. By the time I wasstretched out naked on the bed, half-hard and trying to picture what my bratwas doing, he finally opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.
He looked like he was trying to hide theurge to grin, but I could see excitement in every step. “I’m ready, Master.”
Ready to bounce across the room and giggletoo.
“Good boy. Come here.” Patting my lap, I knewmy expression was probably wicked by the way he shivered.
“Yes, Master.” Walking over with carefullymeasured steps, probably so he wouldn’t look like a kid at Christmas, he camearound the side of the bed and climbed up on the mattress.
He let himself be stretched out over my lapand alternated between boneless submission and frantic desire. No amount oftime was going to be enough to get him to relax, so I didn’t even try. As soonas he was positioned, I stroked my hand over his ass and quickly gave him aspank.
His gasp echoed in the room, but it was themoan that followed that I loved. As I continued to spank him, never giving himenough time between each careful smack to get control of the sensations, I mademy opinion of his earlier words clear.
“Are you allowed to insult yourself?”Giving him another spank, I wrapped my free hand around his chest and held himclose to me. “Are you allowed to say mean things about my boy?”
