Page 26 of Sub Mission

With the hand not stroking his cock, he showed me a small remote. “This controls the toy inside of you. In a few seconds, I’m going to turn the stimulator on and, to be honest with you, fireworks are going to go off inside of you. Let me see if I can explain this in a way you might understand,” he said quietly, still stroking. “Being straight and all, you’ve tongued and fingered a woman’s clit, haven’t you? Yeah, I bet you have. Remember how it makes them scream and dig their claws into your back? That little nub of nerves inside of you is like your clit…and I’m going to make you scream.”

There was absolutely no need to bring up the straight part—he was just being an ass. I was pretty sure I’d made it crystal clear that straight couldn’t be an adjective for me any longer. A straight guy wouldn’t enjoy this as much as I did. A straight guy wouldn’t want to suck Seth’s cock so badly that it was starting to piss me off that I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure what I was, but it wasn’t one hundred percent straight.

Iwasone hundred percent falling head over ass for Agent Seth Wilkinson. I felt like as long as Seth thought of me as straight, he wouldn’t take anything we were doing seriously.

“This is how this is going to work. I’m going to play with this remote until you give me two good orgasms. Understand?”

Two orgasms? Without anybody touching my cock?We were going to be here all fucking day.

“Jingle your bell to show me you understand and agree,” he ordered.

I jingled the bell in my hand. Who was I to question His Royal Highness? He’d have to learn this one the hard way.

“Good. Let’s have some fun then, shall we, Sweet Tart,” he said, and I watched his finger push something on the remote.

The toy inside me came to life—not wildly fluttering like I’d thought, but more of a thump, thump, thump. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t exactly good. It was just…there. I found more pleasure in looking at Seth stroke his cock. His hand moved faster up and down his length and the tempo of the vibration inside my ass sped up to match his pace.

“You’re beautiful, Baker,” he whispered. “Your submission is…intoxicating. If I’m not very careful, you could become a drug to me—a habit I might never be able to overcome.”

I wanted to answer—to ask him what he meant, he hit another button on the remote and the nerves inside my ass literally exploded with pleasure. My body jerked and tried to twist away—the sensations were too much. The toy bumped against my prostate for several minutes and then it changed to a purr. Yes, a purr was the only way I could describe it. My cock was so hard it ached. It dripped. It twitched. My balls were tight and begged for release. I couldn’t do anything to escape the exquisite torture. I tried to scream but it came out as a muffled moan. I was happy, then angry. Frustrated, and then soaring. There was a good chance I might have been crying.

“Easy, Sweet Tart,” his husky voice said. “Focus on me. Look at my cock. Watch me touch myself. Imagine it’s my cock inside of you, pounding your prostate with every thrust. Do you see how badly I want you? Can you see what you do to me?”

I felt…hypnotized. I just couldn’t tell if it was the purring in my ass, his dirty talk, or watching him play with his own cock that controlled my body. All those things together were stimulation beyond what I could handle. It was all too much, yet not enough.

“Watch me, Baker. You come when I come. Understood?”

My motions were frantic and clumsy. I tried to shake my head, but the straps wouldn’t allow it, so I jingled the bell wildly. I heard him roar and saw the cum spurt from his cock. My own cock answered as one of the most intense orgasms of my life ripped through my body. I hadn’t thought it would be possible to come without being touched. Naturally, Seth had proven me wrong. My white spunk coated the floor beneath me. I didn’t give a fuck. What was important was that Seth’s cum painted my face.

With my heart pounding wildly in my chest, I struggled for air, fighting the ball gag fitted into my mouth. Seth moved with lightning speed. One second he was still fisting his cock and the next he was on his feet in front of me, releasing the strap that held the ball gag in my mouth. As soon as he tossed it aside, I took a deep breath of sweet, sweet air. Then another. And another. While I did that, Seth tenderly rubbed the side of my face and urged me to take deep steady breaths.

As soon as the panic left my poor lungs, I took advantage of Seth standing in front of me. , I used my tongue and licked clean some of the cum from his lower stomach. I heard him hiss in pleasure but then he took a fistful of my hair and stopped me from continuing to lap at his skin like a cat licking cream.

“What in the hell are you doing, Baker?” he asked. His voice sounded…shocked.

“Tasting you,” I answered and tried to escape the hold he had on me so I could sneak another swipe. His fist held tight.

“Tasting me,” he said softly. His tone was laced with disbelief.

Several seconds passed and I supposed he was trying to figure out what to do with me. I had a feeling that Seth was rarely surprised. I’d like to think I’d done nothing but surprise him since we’d met. I sure the fuck had surprised myself.

Finally, he said, “I’m very disappointed in you, Baker. You were clearly struggling to breathe, but you didn’t drop the bell like I’d told you to.” His hand swiped along my cheek, wiping some of his cum onto a finger. The hand that was fisted in my hair forced my head up to where I was looking up at him. His eyes were dark—the pupils blown. Very slowly, he placed the coated finger against my lips and I sucked his finger inside my mouth, cleaning the cum away and swallowing it. My eyes never left his. His never left mine.

In that moment, something inside me shifted. I belonged to Seth…whether he wanted me or not.

“Thatmade me very happy, Baker. Because you pleased me so much, I won’t discipline you for not dropping the bell. If it happens again, I’ll put a cock cage on you and the only way you’ll empty your balls will be when I milk them.” He patted my head and stepped away. “And trust me on this, you won’t enjoy being milked. What would you like to say to me?”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I answered obediently. Then I smiled and said, “You taste good—kinda sweet and tart. Maybe I should call you Sweet Tart instead of the other way around?”

He took his cock in hand, which was already hard again, came forward and smacked me across the face with it. Twice.

“You’re very naughty, Baker. One of these days, I might just decide to fuck some of that naughtiness out of you.” He stepped back again and pushed the lever that caused the table to flip upright again.

“Promises, promises,” I muttered as the table slowly shifted into place.

When all the movement stopped, he started disassembling the part that he’d placed over my stomach. “Did you enjoy your first encounter with a prostate stimulator?” he asked as he worked on the table.

“It was…intense, ya know? Almost too much pleasure,” I answered truthfully. “There was no way I ever thought I could come without somebody touching me, but you managed to make a liar out of me.” He continued to work on the table. “It was exhausting. How long was it before I…you know? It seemed like hours. Fuck, now that I think about it, your toy was more torture than pleasure.”

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