Page 28 of Storm Bound
There was nothing I liked more than being dominated, and damn, even just that little preview he had given me was alighting all kinds of things in my body.
“Fuck it,” I said after a lot more torture, and I unzipped my onesie to grip my cock. I tried to imagine Charlie’s hands being the ones gripping me, and it wasn’t hard to picture him mounting over me, holding my cock in his fist, and staring at me with fire in his eyes.
I rubbed along my length and then stopped as if he decided to tease me, denying me the pleasure of release.
“Fuck yourself,” he ordered me in the same soft tone that was unthreatening but so commanding, nonetheless.
I’d been with a few guys and had shared my kink with them. They would always raise their voice. Shout, or lose all emotion when they tried to dominate me.
But Charlie? He had it down to a T. He knew it was all about the intent, not the tone. So when he ordered me to kiss him, I had no other option but to obey. My body wanted to obey him. I didn’t have to force myself.
“Fuck yourself, Doctor,” Charlie begged in my mind, and even though he wasn’t real, I felt obliged.
I left the TV running and grabbed the lube and my dildo from my bedroom, then returned to do as my imaginary dom wanted.
I rubbed lube along my Wade dildo—yeah, that was a thing. Made by a sex toy company that had bought merchandise rights to the show for that purpose specifically. And okay, maybe they weren’t made from the actors’realattributes, but they were still official merchandise. And had kept me good company over the years, even if the vibration function had stopped working a couple years ago.
“That’s it, baby boy. Now finger yourself,” Charlie said, hands resting on my knees and admiring the view.
I put my hand between my legs and massaged my ring, wetting it with my lubed fingers, stretching my muscle.
Charlie sat back on the couch and watched me finger myself while he touched himself until he looked up at me and ordered me to fuck myself again.
And so I did. I touched the head of the dildo to my hole and pushed. My body tensed and the pleasure rolled off my tongue as I felt the length inside me. I pushed in and out, jutting at my prostate, and imagined Charlie being the one controlling my movements. Then he was licking my cock. Then kissing my mouth, my neck, biting my nipples, savoring the taste of my skin, driving the dildo deeper inside me until I was all but gasping for release.
“Come for me, Doctor. Show me that nut,” he whispered in my ear, and I obeyed.
My load shot out of me across my abs and chest, and I huffed, struggling to catch my breath.
“Who’s a good boy?You are, Doctor,” he said, patting my head and kissing my cheek.
“T-thank you... sir,” I mumbled and pulled the dildo out of me gently, hoping that now I’d satisfied myself, he would go and leave me alone.
But it turned out he didn’t. He stayed in my head, on my TV, on my lips, on my cock and my ass.
Just as I’d feared. I’d opened the can of worms, and there was no going back.
So instead of watching and participating in my Cursed Hearts marathon, I kept myself busy, obeying imaginary Charlie’s orders and wearing myself to exhaustion from pleasuring myself.
I was doomed.
How the hell was I supposed to look him in the eye tomorrow morning?
It was simple. I wouldn’t.
I’d keep myself busy with my patients and avoid any sort of eye contact.
That should teach me.
Nine
Charlie
“Ican’t believe you guys are having a party,” I said as soon as we sat down at the tiny Beer Residency and I saw the flyer on the table.
Luke sat down opposite me, and Rohan, one of the two owners, took the seat beside me.
“It’s tradition,” Rohan said.
