Shit.
I try to run through any number of scenarios in my brain that might help me hold back, including trying to remember an essay I wrote about torts as part of taking the bar exam. I’m not having much luck because the vibrations are pressingrightagainst my sweet spot.
My cock’s leaking a huge puddle of pre-cum all over my abs, too.
I’m sure if Casey could see me like this, desperate and horny and struggling to obey, she’d laugh her fucking ass off.
I can already hear her giggles in my head as I run through this story with her.
Just when I think maybe I do have a handle on this and I will make it without exploding, the vibrator changes patterns again.
Motherfucker.
This time, there’s no way I can hold back. My eyes drop closed and I change my struggle to trying to stay as quiet as possible while my cock explodes, cum splashing all over me, all the way up to my chest from the angle.
Another problem quickly presents itself—the vibrator’s still throbbing inside my ass, and now that I’ve already come…it’snotcomfortable.
Atall.
As in, it’s rapidly spinning up toward the bad kind of pain that I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out for.
I’m not expecting it when the tears hit.
I’ve disobeyed Sir, I’m probably going to have to safeword, and our fucking evening looks like it’s been ruined. Even more than the pain and the sex, I crave the sweet, quiet minutes after we’ve both come and I can stare into his eyes and feel like I’m the center of his universe.
Like nothing else in that moment matters to him butme.
Knowing I’ve put that gentle, sated smile on his face, taken his worries away for a few hours.
Helped him escape life for a little while so he can actually focus on living again on the other side of it.
I’m about to try to push the ball gag out of my mouth to call for him when the door opens and George returns, closing—and locking—it behind him.
He turns. “Okay, boy,” he softly says, then pulls up short as he gets a look at me. “Oh, shit.” He hurries over and grabs the remote, thumbing it off.
Relief washes through me, quickly replaced by an ocean of guilt.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He rapidly unties me and stretches out next to me on the bed, pulling me into his arms. I can feel he’s not hard anymore—dammit—and I let him hold me as I softly sob around the ball gag.
Then he reaches up, unfastens it, and removes it from my mouth. He kisses me, but I’m already whispering.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry. I tried to hold back, and—”
“Shh. It’s okay, boy. It’s my fault.Shh.” He tucks me against his chest and gently rocks me, comforting me.
I earned punishment. Doesn’t matter it wasn’t my fault. Worse, I’m sure I’ve disappointed him, and that’ll disappoint Ma’am when she hears the retelling of this.
“Stop,” he whispers against my forehead. He lightly scrubs his nails against my scalp. “You’re still my good boy. This one’s all onme, baby,shh.”
Finally, I manage to get myself under control. We’re both covered with my mess now.
So much for our weekend. “I-I’ll clean up and sneak out the back door, if you can get Aussie into the kitchen. I’ll walk over to Ma’am’s house and wait there until I can come get my car.”
His brow furrows. “Why?”
“Be-because she’s home. Aussie.”
“Well, for starters, she’s not home right now. She was here with friends, who, thankfully, she had enough sense not to bring inside the house with her. I told her I’m not alone, and unless she wanted to have a conversation right now that’s uncomfortable for all involved, she should leave for a while. And to not tell her friends anything other than it’s not a good time for me to have guests, or I’ll show them her fifth-grade school picture.
