Page 42 of Storm Bound
“That’s so embarrassing,” Adam said, hiding behind his hands.
I laughed.
“What’s embarrassing about it? I knew you were a geek before. Now I know you’re a kinky geek, too,” I said.
But Adam still stayed hidden.
“Put your hands down,” I said. He didn’t listen. “Don’t make me repeat myself, boy. Or you’ll pay the price.”
That did the trick.
“Do you like being fucked, little witch boy? Do you want some big hunter dick in you?” I said in a raspy voice and took the dildo in my hands.
“Y-yes, Master,” he mumbled.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do to you, boy,” I said, piercing him with my gaze.
He swallowed and cleared his throat.
“I want my master to fuck me with the hunter dick. I want him to fuck me until I come. And then I want master to fuck me with his dick untilhecomes,” he said, and a grumble from within shook me.
“Sounds like a plan, my little witch boy,” I said and reached for the lube.
“I like that, Master. Please call me your witch boy,” he begged, and I put both dildo and lube down, grappled his jaw, and kissed him again.
He tasted of mint and coffee, and while the latter didn’t really leave the best of morning breaths, the mix in his mouth made my insides rumble. My cock twitched in my pants, which only made me go deeper into him with my tongue.
When I pulled away, we were both out of breath.
“You’re Master’s little witch boy. And what does Master do to little witches?” I asked.
“He punishes them?” he answered, all innocent.
I smirked. “Howdoes Master punish them?”
“B-by fucking them?”
“That’s right, boy. He fucks them.”
I sat up again, even though my lips gravitated toward his. I couldn’t stop tasting them. I craved—needed—their taste. Their memory had been tormenting me ever since the first kiss we shared.
But there was plenty of time to do that. I needed to take care of him now.
I rubbed lube all over my fingers and looked at my boy.
“Open your legs, witch boy,” I said, and he obeyed, giving me a full view of his taint and his puckered hole.
I pressed my fingers on it and gently pushed my index in. Adam sighed as I slid in and out of him.
“Mmmm, you’re tight, boy,” I groaned. “Are you nervous?”
I looked up to find him nodding.
“Why is my witch boy nervous?”
“I haven’t been fucked in a long time, Master,” he said. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Master.”
I felt the urge to give him a hug, and that’s exactly what I did, climbing over him again and putting one arm under his head so I could hold him closer.
