Page 48 of Playing With My Fire

He nods, “I’m always ready for you.”

I kiss him softly on the lips. “I know you are.”

Starting with his neck, I press soft kisses to every inch of his skin. I ignore his more erogenous spots until he’s covered with a sheen of sweat and shaking uncontrollably with desire.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you to touch me, sir.”

I chuckle. “I am touching you.”

He cries out, “I need you, sir. I need you so much.”

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. “You need me to touch your cock?”

“Yes,” he screams, only adding ‘sir’ belatedly, but I let it slide.

I give him what he wants. I touch every part of his genitalia. He’s too spent to harden yet, so I have free rein to do anything that I want. I lick every centimeter before I suck the crown into my mouth.

Tears leak from his eyes as he cries out, “Thank you, sir.”

I mouth him, sucking in as much as I can. I use my fingers to stuff his entire scrotum into my mouth including his balls that are already growing tight.

“Oh fuck me, what are you doing, sir?”

I smile around his girth and suck. He throws his head back on a scream as his body arches up unnaturally as though he’s trying to push more into my mouth.

It’s amazing, something I’ve always wanted to try, but never had the chance. I know he’ll help make all of my fantasies a reality as I will his.

I reluctantly free him from my mouth and take up a length of silken ropes. I carefully wind it around the base of his cock and between each ball. Loose enough not to totally cut off circulation but enough to hurt as he begins to harden, which is happening faster than I had anticipated. Already he’s turning red as he strains around the bondage.

I caress and cup his balls helping him to harden fully, squeezing intermittently just because I enjoy his little squeals of painful pleasure.

I glance up at him to find him gritting his teeth as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“How does it feel?”

His head jerks up comically as he eyes me wearily. “It hurts, but fuck it feels so good.”

Because he forgot to say ‘sir’ again, I take up the remote to his nipple clamps and up the power a few levels.

“Fuck!” he screeches. “I’m sorry, sir, please no more.”

“You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

Plus, no matter how much he fights it, his cock tells a different tale, as it’s already at full mast.

I turn back to my supplies I’ve laid out on a little folding table and pull out a pair of latex gloves. I snap them on rather dramatically, but it does its job in acquiring his attention. Then, I pick up the thinnest, shortest sounding rod and liberally lube it as I jack him slowly with my free hand.

“Have you ever had a urethral massage?”

The widening of his eyes is answer enough, but I wait for his reply.

“No, sir.”

I nod, “Very good,” I say just as I insert the tip into his hole.

“Oh fuck me, that feels…”

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