I obey, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor and standing in front of him with the thick cock ring still on me.
“Lie down,” he orders. “On your back, ass at the edge of the bed.”
When I lie back in the position, he stands over me, staring down at my cock that’s already darkening from the ring.
Jude swipes the bottle of lube from my nightstand and rubs it generously over the thick plug. Then he tosses the lube on the bed near my shoulder, grips one of my legs to hold it up, and slides the plug in all the way to the base.
I gasp at the sudden intrusion. Having Jude in me was better, but there’s something undeniably hot about the plug. Especially since Jude’s staring down at it, watching how it nestles tightly between my cheeks.
He flicks his thumb, and the vibration starts up. “This thing’s got ten levels. How high have you ever gone up?”
“Six.”
His gaze shifts to meet mine. “I’m going to go higher than that. Say red if you need it to stop.”
I nod.
He rears his free hand back and slaps me hard across the ass, bouncing the plug deeper in. “What did I tell you about words?”
I squeak a little at the hit. “I’m sorry. Okay. Yes, I’ll say red if I need to.”
He keeps his eyes on my face as he slides the toy up a notch, and then another. The vibration is starting to get to me, and I squirm, seeking friction, but Jude doesn’t make a move to touch me. Instead, he pushes the toy up another two notches.
I suck in a breath through my teeth, trying to hold still. I regret that stupid cock ring. I could be coming already without that.
Jude bumps the level up again to the six I typically use, and sweat breaks out on my forehead. It’s even hotter to use this thing when he’s standing over me, staring down at it.
“Still green?” he asks. The tightness in his voice is the only sign that he’s affected by this too.
“Yes,” I whisper.
When he sends it up another level, my back bows off the mattress, and I try to dig my heels into the bed, but Jude’s still holding onto my leg.
“Tell me your color,” Jude orders.
“Green. Green.” I’m panting, my ass vibrating so loudly it’s audible in the room.
Another level up.
I yell out and twist, trying to get away from the sensation, or maybe get further into it. I don’t know. I can barely think. I can barely breathe. I just know I need to come. I need—
“Uh-uh, what’re you doing?” Jude catches my wrist lightly before I can bring my hand all the way to my cock. “I said to leave this on, remember?”
“Please.” I don’t care that I’m begging, that my voice is high and whiney. “I need to come. I have to.”
“Give me your color.”
“Green.” I can barely say it, but I know it’s true. This is the delicious type of pain I’ve been needing for so long. I only ever say red when I’m scared, and there’s nothing to fear in this moment.
Level nine.
“Jude! Shit!” I try to roll over to rub myself off on the mattress, but Jude holds my leg firmly. “Please.”
“Color?”
“Green.” It comes out as more of a sob. My cock is throbbing so badly. I’ll give him anything he wants if he just lets me come.
“You want to try ten?” Jude asks. And through the haze of pleasure, I realize he’s really asking. He’s prepared to stop instantly if I say no.
