Page 74 of Body and Soul

But Eli had other ideas. He wriggled, pressing back more firmly against my erection. A soft, breathy sound escaped his lips—part sigh, part whimper.

“Eli,” I warned, my voice low and rough with restrained desire. “We're here to sleep.”

Eli made a frustrated noise in his throat. “I know, but... I can feel you, Sir. You're hard, and it’s making me hard again, too. It’s been almost a month since I’ve gotten off, except that one time I performed for you. I’m getting desperate; it’s hard to sleep like this.”

His confession poured out in a half whine that made part of me want to slap his bottom. The other part felt sorry for him. It had been a while since I’d let him cum. While orgasm control was one of my favorite games, I hadn’t meant to wait so long.

I considered Eli's plea, torn between my desire to provide relief and the need to maintain boundaries.

“I’ll give you a choice, sweet boy,” I murmured, my lips brushing his ear. “I can jerk you off tonight, giving you the release you crave. But if we do, Saturday, you'll wear a vibrating plug all day while you do your chores, one that I’ll control. And you won’t be able to cum at all.”

He shuddered against me. “Why do we have to wait for Saturday?”

“Because I have some errands to run tomorrow and work,” I ground out, nipping at his ear. “Or you can choose to wait and I’ll reward you Saturday night with something you’ll enjoy.”

Eli trembled in my arms, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he considered my choice. I could practically feel thegears turning in his head, weighing immediate gratification against the anticipation of waiting.

After a long moment, Eli turned his face into the pillow, muffling his words. “Please, Sir. I need to cum tonight. I promise I’ll wear the plug Saturday.”

A thrill of satisfaction coursed through me at his decision. I had hoped he would choose this path.

“Good boy,” I praised, my hand sliding down Eli's stomach to palm his straining erection through his thin sleep pants. He bucked into my touch, a needy whine escaping his throat. “I'm going to make you feel so good tonight.”

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of Eli's pants, my fingers curling around his cock. He was already leaking, pre-cum beading at the tip and slicking my palm as I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. Occasionally, I paused to toy with the ring through his cock, thinking up ways to incorporate that into our future play sessions.

Eli writhed against me, his hips rocking in time with my hand. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his platinum hair clinging to his forehead. The little breathy moans were music to me, the best reward after such a long, taxing day.

I tightened my grip on Eli's cock, twisting my wrist on the upstroke and swiping my thumb over his weeping slit. He shuddered violently, his back arching as he pressed himself more firmly against my chest. I could feel his heart racing, his pulse thrumming wildly beneath his heated skin.

Eli's breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he approached the precipice of his release. I quickened my pace, stroking him with firm, deliberate movements. My other hand slid up his chest to tweak his nipple through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, adding another layer of sensation to the onslaught of pleasure.

“Please, Sir,” Eli gasped, his voice strained and desperate. “I'm so close. Please, can I cum?”

I nipped at his earlobe, pride swelling in my chest. He was such a good boy for remembering to ask. “You may.”

With a choked cry, Eli's body went rigid. His cock pulsed in my grip as thick ropes of cum painted my fingers and his stomach. I stroked him through it, murmuring praise and encouragement as he shuddered and gasped, lost in the throes of his release.

As the last aftershocks of Eli's orgasm subsided, I brought my hand to his lips, my fingers glistening with his release. “Suck them clean,” I commanded, my voice low and rough with my own barely restrained arousal.

Eli took my fingers into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked them clean with a diligence that bordered on reverence. The velvety heat of his mouth, still so eager to please even in the aftermath of his own pleasure, was almost enough to undo me.

When Eli had licked every last drop of his own release from my fingers, I carefully extracted my hand from his mouth. He made a small noise of protest at the loss, but quieted as I pulled him close, spooning his slender body against my larger frame.

I reached for the box of wet wipes I kept in the nightstand, gently cleaning the remnants of Eli's pleasure from his skin. He sighed softly, his body pliant and relaxed in the aftermath of his orgasm. Once I had tossed the used wipe into the wastebasket, I tugged Eli's pants back into place and draped the covers over our entwined forms.

In the dim light of the room, Eli's platinum hair seemed to glow against the dark pillowcase. I nuzzled into those silken strands, breathing in the scent of him.

My own arousal still thrummed through my veins, but I pushed it aside. Tonight was about Eli's comfort, his need for reassurance and safety. My own desires could wait. I focused instead on the steady rise and fall of Eli's chest beneath my palm, the way his body molded so perfectly against mine.

“Sleep now, sweet boy,” I murmured, my lips brushing against the delicate shell of his ear. “I'll be right here, keeping you safe.”

I woke up onSaturday with a big grin. It’d been two days since Shepherd and I struck our agreement, and they’d been difficult. He was mostly gone Thursday and Friday, dividing his time between family drama he refused to share and work. In a few weeks, university classes would start, making him even busier, which intensified my desperation to spend time with him now.

But every time I thought about what we’d done Wednesday night, it brought a big smile to my face and made me shiver. The feel of Shepherd's thick cock sliding between my lips as I eagerly sucked him... his huge, strong hand gripping my shaft, stroking me until I exploded in ecstasy. The memories made me grin and giggle into my pillow like a giddy schoolgirl.

But then I remembered our deal. My ass clenched thinking about it. Today was the day I'd agreed to spend the whole day with a butt plug stretching me open as I did my chores. Completely naked. And I wouldn’t be allowed to get off.

I groaned and rolled onto my back. That last part was going to suck, but I couldn’t deny that some part of me found it hot as hell, knowing that I’d given Shepherd complete control over my orgasms.

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