Page 61 of Storm Bound
“What are you waiting for? Get naked for your master,” I ordered him, and I noticed the relief in his face.
He’d been waiting for that order.
Before I even blinked, he had his cock out and was running his hand along his length, staring at me.
I spat in my palm and pressed it on his swollen head. He gasped.
“Finger yourself, witch. I’ve got this,” I said.
He slid down in the seat until his ass was hanging off and pushed his pants down. He licked his middle finger and pressed it against his hole, but all I could see was the movement. It didn’t stop me from turning on again. I jerked faster, tightening my grip around him until he hissed.
“You like that, boy?” I said.
I let go of his cock and pinched his thigh. His hiss echoed in the car again, louder than before.
“That should teach you for making Master work so hard on you,” I told him and pinched again.
“Please, Master. Make me cum. Please,” he begged, and damn me if I could resist.
I wrapped my hands around him again and worked up a rhythm in time with his fingering, only stopping when the cars in front of me moved a few feet.
“Come on, Master. Make me cum,” Adam cried the third time it happened.
I squeezed his mouth in my hands, and he whimpered.
“Careful how you talk to your master, little witch,” I said. “You don’t get to order me around unless I say so.”
I gave him my strictest frown and waited for him to submit to me again before I let go.
“I’m sorry, Master. Do you want me to jerk off?” he asked.
I’d love nothing more than to see him spill his seed all over his leather pants, but where would be the fun in that?
“As punishment for your insubordination, you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” I said.
“Okay, Master,” he replied and started moving up in the seat.
“I didn’t say you could stop fingering yourself, did I?” I raised an eyebrow.
Adam bit his lip and slumped back in position.
“Do I need to remind you who’s the master, little witch boy?”
“No, Master. I’ll be a good witch boy. I promise,” he said.
“Good. Now put more fingers in there. What are you? A monk?”
I watched him uncurl his forefinger and push it in, and I started driving again now that the traffic had started flowing.
Adam’s moans and whimpering filled the air as we reached our destination fifteen minutes later.
I drove into the parking garage and switched the engine off, checking the time on my dashboard.
We still had ten minutes until the show, and I was craving some nut, so I turned around and looked at my beautiful, sexy boyfriend.
“All right. You can make yourself come now,” I said, adjusting on my seat so I could watch him while he did so.
His blue eyes pierced me with their intensity, and I could hardly take them off him to look at his bulging cock.
