Page 70 of Storm Bound
“Ngh, yes. Yes, Master. Double fuck your boy. Please,” he begged as he kept riding and groaning.
I lubed up the toy and instructed him to lay back. When he did, his ass was lined with mine, my dick still hard inside him. I pressed my lubed-up fingers on his ass and worked him up, stretching him, pushing until he was ready for the dildo. He gasped. He groaned. He whimpered, but eventually, his hole widened to allow room for the sex toy.
And, oh man, what a sight it was when the pink silicone dick drilled inside him, too. Adam let loose and moaned so loud it could have made the whole house shake.
“You like that, little witch? Huh?” I yelled at him, pulling and pushing the dildo as much as I could while he pushed his hips in and away from me.
“Yes, Master. I’m your little slut. Use me, Master. Use your slutty witch,” he whined.
The words and the begging built a roar inside me, and I pushed myself up sitting on the bed and then I towered over him, letting the base of the dildo rest on my groin and I took over, fucking him with both dicks and enjoying the look of submission, helplessness, and pained pleasure on his face.
“I’m gonna come,” I hummed and kept pushing.
Adam reached up and pulled me down by the neck, opening his mouth, inviting my tongue in his mouth.
Screw morning breath. I kissed him back, and the deeper our kiss, the closer to release I was until the waves of orgasm reverberated through my spine leaving me breathless and in desperate need of a shower.
But we weren’t over yet. I wasn’t going to stop until he had spilled his seed. With a heavier body than before, I pushed off him and sat up again.
I pulled out of him but kept the dildo in him. Some of my cum leaked out, but I used my finger to push it back in and then used the sex toy to fuck him again with one hand and the other to jerk him off.
His dick hardened in my hand the faster I fucked him.
“Ngh, yes, Master. Ngh. Use your little slut,” he grunted.
He was definitely in the mood for some humiliation. And I was nothing if not a master that listened to his sub’s needs.
“You like that, slut? Huh? You want more? Take it,” I said and pushed the dildo harder into him.
His knees jerked and his stomach sunk. I waited for his reaction.
“Again, Master. Again.”
Relief washed over me. If that had hurt, he’d have used his safe word or told me so. But he hadn’t. He wanted this. And I was gonna give it to him.
I took my hand off his dick and towered over him, keeping him pinned on the bed, staring at him.
“You like getting fucked by toys, slut? What else do you like getting fucked by? You trashy little witch.”
Adam bit his lip and breathed out of his nose. The harder I fucked him with the dildo, the redder he became. The more I spoke, the more his eyes rolled with need.
“Come on, slut, touch yourself. Touch yourself, dirtbag. You filthy witch,” I kept on.
Adam grabbed his cock and jerked off while I continued drilling him and cursing him. I’d never tried humiliation before him. Definitely not to this extent, but Adam loved it. Not always, but he did. And I loved the effect it had on him.
It wasn’t easy letting someone talk to you in that way, but he did. He was willing to let me explore all my kinks with him and his with me. He was willing to let me call him a fag or a slut, yet he had cowered at the mention of moving in with him. Why? Why wouldn’t he tell me?
It wasn’t like I didn’t sleep in his house every single day. Living together would allow us more free rein over our kinks and roleplay, and it’d give us both a chance to get closer to each other. Especially considering I was on a clock here in Cedarwood Beach, and if I was going to give up my job and home in Detroit, I’d need to know it was worth it. Moving in wasn’t scarier than marriage, which didn’t seem to intimidate him half as much when Yaya mentioned it.
There was something. Something he wasn’t telling me, and the more he wasn’t, the more I was starting to doubt his intentions for us. But the more I doubted his intentions, the more the thought of losing him hurt.
Maybe he was using me and not the other way around.
“Come, slut. Come for your master,” I hissed, and he caught his breath.
The warmth of his load shot me on the stomach, staining my stoma belt. Adam didn’t take his eyes off me as he kept beating his dick until it was all spilled, and I had to shake my worries off for the time being.
I used my tongue to lap up the seed off him and fed it to him and then I collapsed next to him, the hand I’d used to support me over him aching from all the tension.
