“Are you sure?” His voice was relaxed, butI saw the way he squeezed his dick.
He liked that idea.
“Yes, Master. I thought about it before Icame over. I don’t want to use condoms anymore.” I’d just been thinking aboutso many other things it’d gotten lost in my head.
“Alright.” Master leaned over the bed andkissed me gently before pulling back. “I think my sweet cockslut just wants tobe filled with my cum.”
Well, yes, that too.
I knew my face gave that away, though, so Ididn’t worry about finding the words as he put the condom back and his gazeswept over my body.
As he finally climbed back on the bed, hemoved between my legs and spread them open, pushing my knees up toward my buttso I was fully open to him.
I couldn’t decide if I was squirming formore or out of embarrassment, but I couldn’t sit still and the need in me wasrising with every touch. Master’s commanding hold and the way he was looking atmy ass like he owned it completely was making it even harder to stop moving.
I was worried about getting in trouble andnot being able to orgasm, but once he’d restrained my arms, I knew he wanted tolet me come.
But I had to admit, being denied would’vebeen fucking hot.
When I was open and displayed for him,Master stroked down the inside of my thighs. I could still feel the impact ofthe crop almost like it was happening all over again and my dick jumped. Mastersmiled, caressing over the area he’d punished.
“Your whole body jerked with even thegentlest smack of the crop. It was like every nerve was begging for more pain.”If he wanted a response to his sexy words, that quickly became much moredifficult as he caressed over my hole.
“Maybe I’ll get a nice big plug for yourass or a dildo that feels like it’s fucking you. There are so many wonderfultoys I can use on you while I spank you or use the crop on that sexy ass ofyours.” Thankfully, his words were more about making me crazy and not realquestions.
I didn’t know what I’d have done if hewanted to hold a conversation while he was fucking me with just the tip of hisfinger.
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll put you on thespanking bench instead of making you stand while you’re plugged and flogged.”He smiled up at me like that would be great, so as he tenderly fucked me, Inodded.
“Thank you, Master.” That would be nice ofhim.
But I didn’t want him to betoonice.
There’d been something incredible aboutbeing restrained from the ceiling and feeling completely on display.
Before I could find a way to admit that,Master’s smile turned wicked. “And I’ll be able to tie you down so you won’t beable to move at all.”
Okay, I liked that idea.
“I…Yes…” Swallowing as his finger startedto move faster, I tried again. “I would like that, Master.”
Ha, real words.
Master must have been pleased too becausehis smile was excited but a bit wicked as well. He had plans for me. I justwasn’t sure if I should be excited, nervous, or both.
Probably both.
“You’re going to be such a good boy for mewhen you’re completely immobile and all you can do is beg and suffer for me.”He said it so tenderly that I wanted to thank him and tell him how much hemeant to me, but that didn’t seem like a logical response to his words.
“I…that’s what I want, Master.” I wasn’tsure which part I was begging for, but I knew whatever he’d do to me would sendme flying and make me insane with desire.
“Such a good slut for your Master.” Withhis free hand he teased at the tip of my dick, caressing the slit and barelytouching me. “Now let’s see if my slut can come hands-free.”
That was a good question.
What would he do if I couldn’t?
Would he leave me hard and desperate tocome?
