Thank You, Mistress!
Eddie shows up at lunch and locks the door. Without a word, he puts down a condom pouch, turns his back to me, shoves his ACUs down, and gets on his hands and knees. I can barely get mine open, between how hard I am and how much my hands are shaking.
He’s already lubed himself.
Okay, then. Here we go.
Later, I show up at his room around nine and fuck his mouth. I accidentally discover I like having him up on his rack, his head tipped back over the edge and cushioned by the mattress, because I can really pound him into it and he comes even harder. I also found I can last a little longer, and he can more easily take me deeper that way.
After three days of that, she changes it up again.
Since beta is being so good, it’s time to reward him. Starting today, and every other day, he may use your mouth or ass one time for pleasure instead of his hand, if he chooses. You may still use him as you were. Remember, good boys swallow.
Um…
Oh, boy.
I have no options.
Yes, Mistress. Thank You.
She replies immediately.
That’s my very good Alpha. :)
Keep in mind, other than what I say to him, he still has not saidanythingto me during our “play.” The only thing he mentions is a time or place. Sometimes that’s through texts on my burner phone.
There are no conversations, no pillow talk, no canoodling—nothing.
Not to mention we’re probably breaking all sorts of regs doing this.
Okay, we’redefinitelybreaking them.
But the furthest thing from my mind is my Dad or my brothers or anything but makingHerhappy and getting off. That’sit.
I’m just wondering what kind of reward we’re going to get from her when we’re finally able to see her again.
That day, for our lunchtime meet-up, he blushes as he points to my mouth.
I don’t hesitate, and I lie on my rack, tip my head back, and get comfy.
Now he’s almost…well, shy. He’s actually having trouble getting it up, and I can see him grow more frustrated.
I feel bad for the guy.
I finally hook my hands behind his thighs and pull him in and take over, sucking him down. He almost falls over, but braces himself on my rack and finally gets hard.
I realize the more I take charge of this, the better he does, so I pull off, flip him over so he’s lying on my rack, then stand, going down on him like that.
He’s like a changed man and gets hard immediately. I fist his shirt in my hand and pin him down as I get him off—yes, I swallow—and he seems to need a minute to recover.
The look he gives me when he lifts his head… Like something between awe and wide-eyed wonder.
Yeah. I don’t understand it either, or why it twists my insides in good ways.
Or why I keep my hand on his shirt to hold him in place to kiss him.
He hesitates at first, then starts getting into it. Guy’s not a bad kisser, actually.
