“Mmmhmmm,” I manage around the gag, nodding again.
Then the warmth of his skin on mine retreats, and his hands part my cheeks again, and I cry out when he dives back in without warning or gentle preamble. My fingers scrabble at the sheets, and I whine and rock back onto his tongue and what is now two of his fingers, fucking myself with wild abandon. My mouth is stretched wide around the gag and between that and my heavy, panted breaths, I am drooling over my chin and down onto the sheets.
I must look wrecked.
I definitely feel wrecked.
“Mmm,” Dmitri’s teeth graze my left ass cheek, and he soothes the sting with a sweet kiss, still pistoning his fingers in and out of me, “you’re doing so well so far, precious.” He crooks his fingers, probing and prodding until—
“Mmmrrraaaaa!” I can’t contain the strangled sound, not even around the gag.
“Looks like I found your magic spot. Isn’t that right, darling boy?”
I will not come.I will not come.
Dmitri twists his fingers and prods at my prostate again. I whimper, pushing back hard.
“You’re so responsive, Miles. Such a good boy for Daddy. Maybe you’ll make it onto my nice list after all.”
With the gag in my mouth, the babbled nonsense I want to spill comes out as a mumbled mess of “Mmmhmmm mmmhhhmmmhhmmhmmm.”
It’s honestly a miracle that I don’t shoot a load all over the bedsheets at this point. Especially with his praise making my belly flip and my heart race.
“That’s it, honey, ride my fingers. Show me how much you want my cock.”
I do exactly that, completely shamelessly, begging and pleading around the gag, the sounds giving away my meaning even while the words are mangled. I increase my volume when he takes the fingers away, only settling when I hear the click of a bottle snapping open.
Oh my god. Yes. Yes, please. Yes.
Three fingers press inside me soon after, slippery and a bit cool from the lube, but I sink back onto them, welcoming the stretch and the burn.
“Fuck, you’re taking that so well, darling boy.”
“Nnnnggghhh.” I’m close to having to use the bell. Not because I’m uncomfortable, but because I’m afraid I will go over the edge again.
Breaking that rule once during the shoot, I’m fine with.
If I do it a second time, I don’t think I can ever look myself in the mirror again. If I come, it would push me into a level of shame and embarrassment that isn’t kinky or enjoyable. It would make me feel like I’m a bad sub, not being able to follow a simple instruction.
Do. Not. Come.I think, bending forward to glare in the direction of my disobedient dick.Don’t you even fucking think about—
“Nnngnmmgbbbnnn.”
My whole body tenses up, with Dmitri having stroked my prostate again.
One more tiny bump to that sensitive bundle of nerves and I’ll be a goner.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Miles,” Dmitri coos the commendation as he slowly withdraws his fingers, and I’m so distracted by relief that the praise, thankfully, does little more than give me a bit of a buzz. “So I’m going to remove the gag and you’re going to roll onto your back, legs spread, ready for my cock.”
Thank you, Santa. Thank you, the three ghosts of Christmas. Thank you, Dasher and Prancer and…Tequila and Moscato, or whatever the other reindeer are called.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
We shuffle around and I sit in the middle of the bed, holding still as he gently undoes the leather straps. He tosses the used toy aside, and it lands on the floor with a solid thump, which we both ignore. I work my jaw to ease the ache. Dmitri reaches out with those big, strong hands of his and cups either side of my face, massaging gently.
“You did so good, Miles,” he reiterates, this time softly and with a warmth that makes my throat feel tight.
He’s not expecting any sort of reply from me, though, instead dipping his head down to kiss me. It’s a surprisingly sweet kiss, for how insanely erotic this whole scene has been so far. Just a brush of his lips to mine, without any pushing for more, though I part my lips for him anyway.
