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“That hole needs more than one finger, Saint. I’d love to see your fist inside it. Look how it quivers at the thought. You’d have a crowd fighting to watch you do that.”
“I think my slutty boy would love that. I wonder what he would do if you were to help me stretch him. Another thick finger or two and he’ll be begging to be filled.” I look down at Noah, checking to see if it is something he’d like. His irises have blown to black and with a slack jaw and moan, he nods. “Come over, Jackson, lube up your fingers.”
I carry on prepping him, two, then three fingers, then keep still as Jackson adds two long, thick fingers inside him. Noah groans so deeply that the shudder that follows it has his arse gripping our digits.
“Fuck, Saint, he’s loving this. When you said he was up to play, I had no idea he was going to act like such a filthy slut.” Jackson pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling them free. He gives me a look and eyebrow raise, silentlyasking for my permission to do something more. I nod, eager to see what else will make my boy so happy.
“Suck, boy. “I tell Noah as Jackson offers his fingers to my perfect boy. “Suck them the way you suck my cock.”
Noah obediently submits as I slick up the plug and start pressing it inside him. It’s not too large, but it’s heavy and will press on his prostate when the vibrations start. I pat the base, and Noah groans, precum leaking from his hard dick. He’s going to need a ring around it to stop him from coming.
Jackson pulls his fingers free and moves back to the chair. “You’ve got one hell of a boy, Saint. I’m jealous.”
When I sit back down in front of him, I stroke through his hair, pushing it off his forehead so I can see his eyes. I don’t think he can look more wanton, his lids heavy and his mouth open as he pants. I pick up the conversation Jackson and I had in the shop earlier, acting as if Noah isn’t here, even though I’m hyper aware of his every breath and movement. I want to be on top of what he can take, and when he’s struggling. It won’t last much longer; we arranged to have one beer and then Jackson would leave us alone. I press the small device in my hand, and Noah jolts like he’s being electrocuted, the moan he elicits has my dick thickening, swelling in the tight confines of my jeans.
“Is that good, boy?”
I tune out the voice of Master Jackson, focusing only on Saint and the feelings in my arse as the vibrations stimulate my prostate. If I can keep my thoughts off coming, I can hold on until I’m given the command.
It’s only when the buzzing stops that I realise that it’s just me and Saint in the room, and as much as this has been exhilarating, I’m exhausted. My erection droops the moment the plug is gone, and Saint lifts me up from my position on the floor. It feels like I was on my hands and knees for hours, but I can see the wall clock, and it’s been about twenty minutes.
“Hey, you,” Saint says to me, sounding like my boyfriend, not my Dom, and it’s all very overwhelming. Embarrassment rushes through me as tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall unchecked down my cheeks. “Noah? Hey, what’s wrong? Did I fuck up?”
“No, no, not all. It was all great, but it was—more. It was a lot. Hot, but exhausting. I never thought it would be so emotional, subbing, I mean.”
He pulls me into his arms, and we sink down on the sofa. “I’m sorry. It was a spur of the moment idea. Jackson was my last client of the day.” He wipes the tears away from my face. “He was very impressed with you, and a little envious atour commitment and trust with each other. I’m beyond proud of you. Shall we have a shower?”
I nod but keep my head buried in his neck for a while longer. He doesn’t seem to mind, because his hand strokes up and down my back as he presses kisses to my head. “I thought you were going to fuck me in front of him,” I mumble.
“No, I would never do anything with you like that, a, without talking to you first, and b, in our home.”
I don’t think that he realises he’s called this our home, not that I mind. I’m not ready to move in here, not yet. It will happen, but I like my little flat. I need to stop letting him tempt me here upstairs after work. I’d like to go out on a date, a proper one, dinner and maybe a club, for dancing no sex. I wonder if he likes that kind of thing. There’s only one way to find out. “Shall we go out for dinner, then hit up a gay club on Friday? I bet your brothers would meet us there.”
“I’m crap at this boyfriend side of us, aren’t I? I wouldn’t’ve thought of doing anything like that with you. All my nights out are either at a club, usually Bound, but others too. Or a few beers with my brothers. I never thought we should do anything else.” He looks disappointed, but I smile.
“I think you’re doing okay, but it would be fun. Don’tcha think? You still get to run your hands all over me; we just need to keep our clothes on when you do it.” I think he’s going to agree but wants to be a little sulky about it.
“Okay, we can do that.” He smiles and pops a kiss on my mouth. “Shower time, boy.”
I snuggle up next to him, all warm from the hot water and the kisses and the roaming hands from my horny boyfriend. I have some questions from this evening’s scene, but I’m not sure if now’s the time, or should I have asked him when it ended.
“Why don’t you get whatever you’re thinking off your chest,” Saint murmurs into the darkness.
“Sorry, I um, I have some questions about this evening. Is it okay to ask?” The hesitancy in my voice is obvious, but he doesn’t react except to pull me tighter against him.
“Of course, there’s no time limit on asking questions, boy. Talk to me.” Saint is, as usual, level-headed and calm.
“Okay, I want to know what you got out of it. I was the one being looked at, spoken about. I told you I thought it was hot. I love the objectification of it, but I don’t understand what you found hot or exciting about it all.”
He’s quiet for a while, I can tell he’s thinking it over. “It’s hard for me to explain. I love watching you obey. For some subs, it’s hard to be spoken to the way we did to you. They squirm with embarrassment or turn difficult or defiant. Those are the subs that prefer punishment over humiliation but like to do it purely to get the spanking or whatever the Dom wants to do. And as much as I like the thought of punishing you, I know I don’t need to think about it with you in this situation. You probably don’t realise how you react to the dirty or shameful talk, but you preen, you come alive, and your body reacts as if it’s praise. Do you see?”
“Not really, that still doesn’t tell me what you get out of it sexually.” Lifting my head to look at him, he has a small smile that makes his eyes shine, even in the dark.
“That’s easy: it turns me on because it turns you on. I love the hunger in your eyes as you beg for more or for release. I love the control I have over your body, that I get the say in whether you come or are left unsatisfied. It excites me to see other men want you, especially when you preen the way you did tonight. That it’s only me you want, but like tonight whenanother Dom touched you, you let him because it pleased me. I guess it’s the control I have that does it. I’m sure a therapist would put it down to my crappy childhood, but I don’t. It’s simply the way I am.”
“Does that make you a sadist, because inflicting pain is pleasurable to you?” It’s not an accusation. I’m interested to know how he classifies himself, if he does at all.
“Does enjoying pain make you a masochist?” He chuckles.
