Page 131 of Rut Bar

I scratch my nails over his chest, enjoying the faint streaks of pink that form on his sun-tanned golden skin. They’ll be gone by the morning, but for right now, he wears my marks. Inside of me, his cock jumps. I do it again. Scrape him harder. Not enough to leave permanent marks, but enough to know he really feels it.

“You haven’t earned the right to come yet, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re exactly the way I want you. Hard and inside me and desperate for permission to come.” Leaning down, I lick my nail marks, then return to his small male nipples.

The peaks are hard and tiny, but they’re large enough to bite. I suck the whole thing into my mouth and let my teeth scrape over it. His cock kicks again inside me. I let his nipple go with a wet pop and move to the other. I squeeze my walls around him too.

“Please. Please, Ma’am.”

“No. I have plans for this cock and I’m only getting started.” Has it been long enough? I rise and sink back down, fucking myself on his cock slowly. When he doesn’t come or warn me it’s imminent, I do it again. Harder. Faster. It doesn’t matter that he’s been edged all day. I’ll make him take it a while longer.

So he knows exactly who’s in charge. And because I know how much he loves it. He doesn’t get to come until I tell him to.

I use him. Like he’s my living human dildo. I use his cock to fuck myself, stopping every single time he warns me he’s about to come. Five. That’s how many times I bring him to the brink of release and deny him that gratification. It’s not until his face is delightfully pink and tears wet his blond eyelashes into spiked clumps that I decide to have mercy.

“Make me come on that pretty cock, pet, and I’ll give you what you want. But don’t you dare come too or I’ll lock you for an entire week. The only release you’ll get is from having one of their cocks massage your prostate. Isn’t that right, guys?”

“Sounds good to me,” Anthony says, grinning.

“Sure,” Brendan agrees.

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand. I won’t come.” Jamie nods, his expression one of determination. Or maybe it’s desperation. I cede control to him to see what he’ll do.

His large hands grip me by the hips and gently lift me off him. He tugs me down, his hips thrusting upward. It’s a tentative thrust. Nice. Not the deep dicking I’m craving right now.

“Harder, pet. Make me remember the stretch from that big cock tomorrow, so I’m tempted to unlock you and use this pretty cock again.”

Jamie thrusts harder. Deeper. He pulls me onto his cock and thrusts. Our skin smacks together, the sounds wet and loud. His cockhead knocks against the end of me and demands more room. My belly bulges. I’m stuffed full and stretched. Slick spreads between us as he obeys and fucks me hard.

“Mmm, that’s good. Good boy,” I praise him. “Faster. I want to come on my new toy.”

His hips rise off the bed, taking me with him, and my tits bounce as Jamie fucks me. He’s awkward and clumsy at first, but then he gains momentum and confidence.

“There you go,” I say. “That’s it. You’re doing such a good job. Keep going.”

His thick brows knit together and his face reddens, sweat sticking his hair to his temples as he bucks underneath me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” My eyes flutter as a pooling sensation drowns me. “I love the way you fill me.”

He can’t speak. All he can manage are grunts and groans as he focuses on pleasing me. On fucking me without finding his own pleasure. Twice he has to stop and start again, his eyes squeezed shut as he waits. Twice my pending orgasm stutters and stalls. It’s karma, and payback is a bitch. Desperation wells within me. I need to come. Need it more than anything.

“Make me come on this cock, pet. I need you.” I splay both hands on his sweat-damp skin and memorize the contours of his body. Each dip and swell and divot while his muscles bunch underneath me and strain.

“I can’t,” he whines. “Not without coming. I’m not good at this. Can I use my mouth, Ma’am?”

“No. I know you can eat pussy. You’re so good at it. You can learn how to be good at this, too. I know you can, pet. I believe in you. Try again.”

Jamie nods and goes still for a moment. I watch him think. And then he seems to decide. He cradles me in his arms and flips our positions. Lays me down on my back, his cock slipping out, and then he settles himself between my splayed legs. He nudges them wider until I’m spread wide for him. His cock is ruddy and engorged, his knot in the beginning stages of swelling, as he fits it to my hole and presses the tip in.

I’m so slick he slides right in and we both sigh together as he seats himself. His hips rock, and the change in angle means that the flared rim of his cockhead rubs over my g-spot.

“Smart boy,” I groan, encouraging him.

Jamie smiles, soaking up the praise he deserves, and thrusts faster. “It’s good?”

“So good.” I squeeze his hips between my knees and rock with him, my heels digging into his ass to urge him on. He readjusts his hands on the bed, his arms bulging while he holds himself over me. When his pelvis grinds against my clit, I let out a throaty groan and raise my hips to meet him.

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