Page 31 of Savage

I guess even with Dylan, I did it more out of a sense of obligation than actual desire. That’s why it feels so weird to be wet and squirming on the dildo now.

Hunter reaches for the remote and taps another button. The vibrations are no longer a steady rhythm. They randomly slow, then increase again, and I gasp as the unpredictability of the stimulation sends more pleasure coursing through me.

“You’ll come before I do,” Hunter says as he unbuckles his belt.

I doubt that’s possible, but I have to try. I don’t want to make him upset with me again. I want… I want him to be pleased with me. It’s a strange desire, but one I can’t ignore. “Yes, Master,” I whisper, but I don’t really believe it’s going to happen.

He pulls out his erection. I’ve seen so many cocks at this point, it shouldn’t be anything special.

But somehow, despite knowing him for almost two weeks now, this is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at it. Even when he’d had me holding his cock, he’d told me to close my eyes before it went into my mouth.

It’s… long. Not the thickest or largest I’ve ever seen, but my mouth waters strangely.

Last time, he hadn’t let me suck him properly. This time, though, he slowly presses it against my lips, and I lap at it with my tongue. He’s clean, a bit salty, a bit unfamiliar still—but still so much better than many of the cocks I’ve sucked. I don’t know how he’s going to be now that he wants me to suck him off—now that I’ve offered—but I’m oddly interested in seeing how he’s going to treat me.

Hunter crowds me, dragging his cock along my lips. “All right. Show me how much you want to… thank me.”

I look up at him, licking him again before taking him into my mouth. I suck slowly, mesmerized by the feeling of it even as the vibrator keeps going in that uneven series of short and long bursts. I wish I could reach down and touch my clit, and the thought is so foreign to me that I miss a beat on trying to take him deeper into my mouth.

“Keep fucking yourself,” Hunter orders, tugging lightly on my hair. He also messes with the remote again to change the rhythm of the vibrations.

This time, it’s a steady pulse, which makes it hard to ignore. I lift my body up then lower it again and again, trying to somehow coordinate my body’s movements with my mouth on his cock.

It’s impossible to concentrate on everything at once—or at all—so I get sloppy. Drool slides out of the corner of my mouth as I try to get him off, and my own rhythm is unsteady from how turned on I am.

How am I this aroused? Why does it feel like I’m close to orgasm? That can’t be true. I haven’t come from anything but my own fingers in years.

Hunter traces my lips stretched around his cock. I realize now he hasn’t moved at all—I’m doing all the work, and that sends another strange feeling coursing through me.

I should be resentful. But he’s letting me control this, at least.

Or he’s getting off on making me labor for him.

It doesn’t matter. The vibrations ratchet up again, and I cry out, his cock muffling my sound.

I feel his cock twitch.

How much control is it taking him not to thrust deeper into my mouth? How does he have so much control?

He’s letting me do this, and I don’t understand how or why. Doesn’t he want to own me? Why is he—

My orgasm hits me without warning, and I gasp around his cock as my body trembles and arches with the force of it. It’s more of a surprise than anything else, and I suck more of him into my mouth, desperately taking every little bit I can.

Hunter’s hand tightens in my hair, and I brace myself, expecting him to speed up, to thrust into my mouth and choke me as he comes.

But he pulls out instead. I stare blearily, opening my mouth wider and trying to chase after him, but his grip on my hair is absolute. The vibrator is still going inside me, drawing out my pleasure even as I begin to feel overstimulated.

Hunter starts stroking himself with his other hand, and a few seconds later, he pulls back and comes all over my face.

I sputter a little, not having expected that. I thought he’d want me to drink it down. It’s humiliating, the same way it always is, and it’s at odds with what I think about him. He feels so classy, and having his cum dripping down my cheeks and into my mouth feels… trashy.

Hunter lets go of me, and I can hear his breathing, louder than the buzzing of the vibrator. He looks down at me, no hint of approval or satisfaction on his face. I’d just seen him come. He can’t be disappointed with me, right? I tense up, trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong.

He reaches down to rub my cum-stained cheeks. “It looks good on you,” he says, before turning away and grabbing a napkin from the takeout bag. I watch dumbly as he cleans himself up and tucks his cock away.

“I’ll give you a choice,” he says in an even tone. “You can go back to your room. Or you can stay out here with me, but you’ll keep a toy inside you.”

I desperately do not want to go back into that room, all alone—but I don’t want to keep a toy inside of me either. As it is, the one buzzing away inside of me has me feeling like I’m going to come all over again, and I don’t know what to make of that. I feel overly sensitive, ready for it to come out.

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