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7. SAM

Teasing Zander was easy, he had all the makings of a Dom, all the way down to the biggest bargaining piece of them all. A brat-taming cock, I dubbed it such because once it was inside me, I was tame. I was also far too horny around him, I wasn’t usually like this, but there was something about being in his clothes, smelling like him that had my cock hard and my skin sweaty.

“You changed the bedding,” I said, seeing the second bedroom again.

“I had to,” he said, “you made a mess.” He walked straight to the large chest in the corner of the room. He dug a hand in and pulled out the large light brown teddy bear. “You’re gonna regret being a little brat.”

I pouted. “Make me.”

The teddy had a ball gag around its face. He pulled it free. “On your knees then,” he said. “I’m gonna need fluffing first, like you said.”

I smacked my lips, making a slow drop to my knees. “I can still moan, right?”

“It’s encouraged.” He sat on the edge of the bed and whipped his grey sweatpants down. Although I wished I could’ve done that. His cock was half-chubbed, welcoming me as it came away from the side of his inner thigh. “And get all your bratty sayings out now before the gag is on.”

“Um—” I was lost for some things I would say, but they were all said in fun, and to get a guy’s dick harder. “Is that as hard as it gets? I’ve fucked myself better than that. Do you always only put fifty percent effort in? That tickles.” I barely stopped for breath as my sass took over.

Zander applauded me. “That’s impressive. I can’t lie.”

“One more,” I said, giggling, my eyes still staring at his cock. “You can’t date your stuffed toys anymore, so you asked me on a date instead.”

He held the end of the ball gag, dangling it high in the air. “Nah, I think I’ve always been looking for someone to talk back, and these teddies are pillow princesses,” he said. “Before we begin, you know, we don’t have to do it right now. We can wait, talk about it a little more.”

I sighed. “You’ve got my consent. Just gag me, put a head on me, and fuck me.”

“Are you always this horny?”

“Not always,” I said, my mouth becoming dry, knowing it was ready to fluff Zander. “But our friends wouldn’t have set us up if they didn’t think we were compatible, right?” I wiggled my brows at him. “Oh, you mentioned rope last night. That’s the only way I’ve been made to behave before. Strapped to myself, to the bed, and other objects.”

He hummed. “I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can do ropes for lunch, unless you can’t keep up.”

“More like, unless you can’t keep up,” I scoffed back. I was in my twenties, I had enough energy to go all day, and maybe even once at night.

Zander snapped his fingers. “Come.”

“Cum?” I gasped. “You can’t just command it from me.”

He snapped his fingers once more, a clean, sharp snap. “Come over here.”

Crawling on my hands and knees, I made my way to his growing cock. My stomach grumbled, it was a horny grumble, the type where I knew I was about to taste a drop of man cream. And it was the sweetest cream.

From my knees, I sucked Zander’s cock until it was throbbing in my mouth. He wasted no time in putting the gag around my head and in my mouth. It wasn’t the first time I’d been gagged. I was a frequent flyer of the gag brigade, and it took some of the pressure of me from being sassy, and just sinking into pleasure.

“Can you talk?” he asked.

I hummed against the ball in my mouth then laughed at the vibration on my teeth.

“Good. Now, you can’t give any instruction, which means you have to listen to me, and do what I say,” he said, using the tog at the back of the gag to nod my head. “You’re gonna wear a head, then we’re both going to get on bed, I’ll start the camera. You’re gonna have to read my body language, go with what I’m doing. You think you can do that?” He asked, once more tugging on the tog for me to nod. “Let’s get you undressed then.”

It was all fairly simple. My only job was to enjoy myself, and my cock was rock solid already. Thinking about being taped, becoming a top, well technically a top, but to a teddy, and bottoming at the same time. I feared Zander was going to ruin every future sexual experience for me. My urge to dominate verbally while being dominated was peak sassy submissive behavior.

Zander picked out a blue teddy bear head for me, it was a little smaller than his purple one, much more proportional to my body. As Zander set up his camera, I laid on the bed beside the teddy. It had a large gaping hole at its bottom where he’d shoved a fleshlight inside it. “Uhh—ahh,” I forgot the gag was in my mouth. I pushed myself up on my elbows to look at Zander through the mesh eyeholes, surprisingly they didn’t obscure much vision.

“It’s clean,” he said. “I clean it every time I use it.”

I stuck a thumb up.

He laughed. “It’s funny because I can’t see your face, but I feel like I know you’re pulling an expression.”

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