Page 17 of Gambler's Fallacy

I reach for the lotion on the bedside table. “I’m going to rub this in to ease some of the pain. All right?”

“I… I…” he begins, shaking beneath my touch. “O-okay.”

I’d planned on doing this later, after I’d fucked him with the clamps still on his cock. I should be angry about the derailed sex. I would have been annoyed at anyone else.

I massage his cock and balls with the lotion, watching his tear-stained face, and find that I don’t even care that I didn’t get an orgasm.

When Seven’s breathing evens out, I put the lotion away and stretch out next to him. He tries to avoid my gaze, but I take his chin and force him to look at me.

“I’m not angry,” I say.

“You… You should be,” he whispers, his eyes every bit as pleading as his voice. “I did so… so bad. I could take more. I know I could. Just please, let me try again. Please, Master.”

“You did exactly right,” I answer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I told you to close your legs if you couldn’t take more. You did that. I’m glad.”

Seven bites his bottom lip, then wets it with his tongue. “I could have though. I could’ve taken more. I… It was dumb.”

I wipe a tear away. “I’m sure it wasn’t.”

He shivers. “You wanted more, though. I promised you more. You should… You should punish me.”

I let out a small laugh. “Seven, I wanted to make you tremble and cry. You did that beautifully. I don’t care if you can take five or fifteen or fifty clamps. Your reaction is what I wanted.”

His gaze searches mine. He seems to be looking for some sign ofanger, but I’m not upset. It’s exactly as I told him: he’d done exactly what I’d needed.

“Will you fuck me?” he asks.

Normally, I would agree, but I hesitate. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know if this is a good idea for Seven.

“Should I call Vortex?” I ask gently. “He’ll be nicer to you. I’ll watch him fuck you.”

He blinks at me, confusion briefly crossing his features. “I don’t wantnice. I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, then says more quietly, “Unless I’ve disappointed you too much and you don’t want to.”

I’m probably fucking something up, but I lean in to kiss Seven. “I want to,” I say. “I’ll lay back while you ride me, pet.”

He nods quickly, as though he’s afraid I’m going to change my mind, then leans down to help me out of my pants. We reposition on the bed, my back firmly against the headboard, and he straddles my lap. “I lubed up,” he tells me, still looking anxious. “When you texted. I don’t need prep. I don’twantprep.”

“If you wanted somebody to finger you open, we really would have had to call Vortex,” I answer, nipping at his shoulder. “Show me how fine you are, pet.”

He nods, some of the doubt and shame clearing from his expression as he grabs my cock and lines it up with his hole.

I groan as he starts to sink down onto me. As promised, his hole is slick but tight, and I grab his hips, pushing him down harder, faster. He kisses me, and I push my tongue past his lips to explore him as he wraps his arms around me.

“Hard,” he tells me. “Please.”

I pinch his ass to make him clench tighter. “Yeah. Get my cock real deep into you, pet.”

“Yes,” he breathes against my mouth, only to choke on a moan as I pinch him again.

His cock and balls have to be aching, and I reach to grab his cock in my hand.

He lets out a startled cry that turns into a half-sob, half-moan as Isqueeze it. Then I switch to a more gentle pace, switching it up with quick scratches. I scratch one of the spots I’d put a clamp on, and Seven lets out a long wail.

“Please,” he begs, the tears shimmering in his eyes again.

I’m so close, simply from his tears.

I grab his hair and force him into a kiss, still torturing his cock. His mouth opens, and the next sobbing breath has him coming into my hand.

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