Page 44 of Storm Bound
“Do you like that, witch boy?” I asked him.
“Yes, Master,” he cried, and I worked up a rhythm, bucking my hips slowly and making sure his hole was nice and ready before I sped up.
He grabbed my hand on his chest and lifted it to his mouth, kissing and licking each finger, his gaze boring into my eyes, the sensation sending me into spiral after spiral. I had no idea if I’d last long enough with such a tease of a boy.
I leaned down to kiss him, and he let go of my hand to grab my face, and when I pulled away, his hands came down to my Henley shirt, bunching it up in his hands.
Then he started going further down reaching for the hem. I grabbed both his wrists and held them away.
“Don’t,” I told him, dropping character again.
He winced but wasn’t defeated.
“Won’t Master get naked for his boy?” he asked.
I stopped moving. My cock stayed half inside him, but I could already feel that my boner wouldn’t last long. Not if we kept this conversation up.
“I-I can’t,” I said. “I don’t want to.” I tried to fix it, but I couldn’t get back in character, and Adam noticed.
“You can’t? Why not?”
I scrunched up my lips and put his hands down to his stomach.
“I… I just can’t,” I said.
His eyes narrowed, and he lifted his legs over my ass, pulling me tighter, making my cock ram into him.
“Is Master playing hard to get?” he sang playfully.
“It’s… No, I’m not,” I grunted.
“But I want Master naked for me,” he insisted.
“Trust me, sweetie. You wouldn’t touch me again if you saw me naked,” I said.
It was no coincidence most of my hookups happened with my shirt on. It was because I knew all too well the look on their face when I did take it off. And even if they weren’t completely creeped out by my belt or bag, that didn’t mean they didn’t start treating me differently.
Adam dropped his boyish innocence and tilted his head.
“Now what kind of nonsense is that?” he said.
“It’s not…. nonsense.”
He looked at my torso, then back to me and raised an eyebrow.
“What is it? Is it a scar? Is it eczema? Hives?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to discuss this. Not now. Not when I wanted him so bad. To please him. To be a good master to him.
All of that would change if I told him.
“Please, Master Charlie. Show me. I’m a doctor. You should have more faith in me,” he said.
You would think that, but the last guy ended up being an asshole of a doctor.
Well, I guess if we were to ever build something together, he’d find out eventually. So I might as well get it over and done with.
“It’s…” I started, but the words choked up somewhere on my throat, so I lifted my shirt instead.
