Page 66 of Rhaz's Redemption
I circled the base of his cock with my fist and stroked him gently up and down.
He let out a wine that bordered between pleasure and pain, and I had to remind myself he’d never been touched like this before, and I needed to take things slow.
“Let me know if I do anything you don’t like,” I commented.
“Not possible,” he said through gritted teeth as I stroked him again.
I bit back a chuckle and continued to tease his shaft with my fingers.
“You’re doing so well,” I praised him and he groaned as if my words were adding to his pleasure.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“Say what?” I teased. “That you’re a good boy? That you’re laying still so well for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he breathed. I had a suspicion given his lack of love and affection growing up, that he might have a praise kink, and I was right.
I gripped his cock tighter and he gasped. “Do you think you can take it if I went a little quicker?”
“Yes, please, I want more,” he begged and I was happy to oblige.
I quicked my strokes on his shaft and he lifted his hips into the air to match my strokes. His fists were balled up tightly between the furs and he looked so tense I feared he might snap.
His groans turned to whines and his breathing shifted into shallow pants.
“Can I come?” He asked like a man on the edge of dying.
“You don’t need my permission to come,” I laughed.
“Yes I do,” he breathed. “Please. I want it. I want your approval, your permission. Please.”
“Is that what good boys do? Ask for permission?” I purred.
“Yes, yes I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy. Your dog, your beast, whatever you want me to be.”
“Do you want to come?” I slowed down my movements to give him a moment to think about it, and the tension in his body eased.
It took him a moment to collect his thoughts, but eventually he shook his head. “Not yet. I want this to last so long that it’s painful.”
“Painful? Are you sure?” I was surprised by that.
“Yes. Please. Keep me at the edge for a bit longer. I’ve never known love without pain until I met you. I can’t explain it, but I think I need this. I need to be kept on the edge so that I can come for you the way that I want to.”
“I understand,” my heart squeezed for him. He really hadn’t known much love in his life. I would fix that. He would feel my love all day, everyday, but for now I’d give him what he needed. I’d edge him to insanity and back.
I placed my free hand on top of Rhaz’s and intertwined our fingers. “I’m here with you. I’ll give you what you need.”
He looked up at me with an expression of reverence and awe. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Shh, none of that now. You’re my mate. You said so yourself, and there’s no taking it back.”
This got him to smile, and I was happy to wipe that smile off his face as I stroked him once again.
“Gah!” He shouted and squeezed my hand even tighter.
I stroked him hard and fast until he was panting again. Then I laid off briefly to give him a moment to breathe. I did this again and again, until the noises he made were so high pitched I thought he’d hurt his vocal cords.
“Rhaz, I think you’ve suffered enough. I want you to be a good boy and come for me.”
