Page 76 of Switch
“Stay still, or there will be a punishment, Keeper.”
Oooh, shit.It’s his teacher voice.Only quieter.Rougher.
Fuck.Yes.
After God knows how long, he finally pulls away and gives me a satisfied smile.“I think you’re ready now.”
Okay, so I know I’m new to this, but it’s suddenly hitting me that Fallon, for all his beautiful submission, is a fucking excellent dominant.Fuck knows I’m about ready to get on my knees and debase myself in pretty much any way he asks if he’ll just please let me come, dammit.
“I told you to hold still,” he says before pushing my legs up, propping them wide on the bed.“Too bad we’re not at my house.This would be an excellent time to have a spreader bar handy.”
Well, shit, now I’m picturing it.All tied up with my legs held wide open.Fuck me, for real.
Then he goes about slicking his fingers, slicking my hole.When I think he’s about to thrust inside me, he leans down and bites my inner thigh.
“Fuck.Ow.”
His eyes glitter under the light of the dim lamp beside my bed.“Hang in there,” he murmurs.And then he slides his index finger far too gently over my aching cock.“You’re doing so well.Such a good boy for me.”
I’m not too proud to admit my chest puffs up with the praise.His finger returns to teasing at my hole, making me gasp and clench.Every time I go nuts and start squirming or thrusting, he bites my inner thigh again.Guess that’s supposed to be my punishment.
After a few bites, though, it sort of feels like I’m riding on some sort of magic carpet.Something that dips and swoops and makes me dizzy, but also feels thrilling as hell.My vision starts to blur until I could swear there are faces watching me from the textured plaster on my ceiling.
When I’m totally lost to the sensation of it all, two fingers thrust inside me.Hard.Painful.Burning.Then those fingers find my prostate.
“Oh, fuck.Fucking hell.Fucking holy shitballs.”
“Someone likes to have his prostate stimulated.”Fallon’s smoky voice slides over me.
“I tried a toy once.It felt good, but not as good as you touching me.Not sure…why I resisted getting fucked until now,” I pant.
Through my haze I see Fallon smile.He leans down to kiss me, and then he presses his lips against my ear.
“Because you were waiting for me,” he whispers.
And then he’s pushing inside me.It’s overwhelming, the intrusion, even though I’ve already been…I don’t know, warmed up?By the time he gets inside of me, I’m aching and needy, so stretched and so full, I will do literally anything to ease the ache.
“Baby…”
His eyes keep me trapped while he gives me a few short, experimental thrusts before pushing himself all the way inside.All I can feel is Fallon.
He’s taken over all my senses.Fallon’s minty breath when he kisses me, the subtle hint of his midnight-scented cologne in my nose.Fallon’s heavy breathing in my ear, his hands around my wrists like manacles.
Fallon stretching me, Fallon fucking me, Fallon nailing my prostate so well I’m buzzing with the sensation of it.Honestly, I think I might pass out.
“You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”Fallon breathes in my ear.“Such a good boy.My good boy.”
He says it like he means it.Like I’m something special when I’ve never been anyone’s anything.
Wait.
This all sounds vaguely familiar.Like, I think I’ve heard him say the same stuff to Bruiser.So why does it make my chest fill with warmth?
“Damn right I’m good.”My words sound a bit slurred.“Only for you.”
I’m swamped with pleasure as he thrusts into me, not fast and demanding like I do when I’m fucking him, but with long, steady strokes, agonizing in their rhythm, each one angled to hit my prostate just so.Each thrust has me crying out in pleasure and then waiting desperately for the next one.
I love you.It’s on the tip of my tongue.
