Elliot doesn’t have time to react and he hits the bed. I pounce on top of him, forcibly pinning his arms over his head as he struggles and a wild look fills his blue eyes.
It’s game on. My pet desperately needs this, even more than I realized.
I lean in and bite his left pec, his guttural, needy moan nearly a growl. “That’s it, pet. It’s time for a takedown, isn’t it?” Instead of replying he struggles, trying to throw me off him, but I keep my center of gravity low. With his knees hanging over the edge of the bed, he doesn’t have enough leverage to shove me off him.
Between us, his cock is hard and dripping, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to end up with cum all over my tux.
Slight miscalculation, considering I have to wear this tux back to Blair House.
I shift both his wrists into my right hand and cup the front of his throat with my left. “I need to strip, pet. Time out.” He’s already breathing heavily but he finally nods.
I climb off him while he sits up, then gets on his knees in the middle of the bed, warily watching me.
I smile at Jordan. My boy’s wearing a wide-eyed look somewhere between lust and fear, or maybe a heady mix of both, because his cock’s completely hard. “This is nothing, boy. Enjoy the show.”
Once I’m naked, I crack my neck and stand at the side of the bed, watching Elliot for a moment. He’s already tensed, waiting. He knows he’s not going to win. He doesn’t want to win, either.
Hewantsme to overpower him. He wants me to remind him I’m strong enough to take him down.
I launch myself at him and lose track of time as I pin him several times, spanking and punching and pinching, biting and scratching, until he finally breaks.
“Master,” he gasps as I wrench his right arm up behind him.
I immediately release the hold and kiss him. I can finally glance at Jordan, too, and see the shock on his face. But he’s still hard.
Flipping Elliot onto his back, I find my pet’s hard, too. Tonight, however, I have something else in mind.
I grab the lube and a condom and make quick work of sheathing his cock and slicking him, and my ass. Then I climb aboard my pet and as I kiss him, I take my time working his cock deep inside me. He still holds his hands over his head for me to pin them down. I think he’s mostly forgotten Jordan’s presence.
“Love you, pet,”
“Love you, too, Master.”
My cock’s hard and aching now as I settle all the way onto Elliot’s erection. Then I nuzzle his nose. “Has the boy earned a special reward, pet?”
Elliot knows damn well what I mean. I’ve asked him a slightly different version of this same question many times during our years together.
He also knows what the reward is.
Elliot’s eyes widen. “Master?”
“Yes, or no on the reward? I’m fine letting him sit there.Yourcall, pet.” I flex my ass around his cock.
Yeah, that’s playing dirty, I admit it. Hey, it’s positive reinforcement.
He gasps. “Yes, Master.”
I kiss him and grind myself against him, slowly riding him for several thrusts before settling in place. Without looking at Jordan, I snap my fingers and point at the bed next to us.
Silently, Jordan rises from his spot and climbs onto the bed exactly where I pointed.
Sitting up enough to give Jordan room, I fist his hair and shove his head down to my cock. But my gaze remains fixed on Elliot’s as I slowly start riding him again.
Fuuuuck. Jordan softly moans around my cock as I control his motions. I don’t want Elliot or myself to pop too soon, but this feels like goddamnedheaven.
“Good boy,” I say, smiling down at Elliot. “If my pet ever wants to use you like this, boy, you’re under orders to let him. Pet, youalwayshave permission to use the boy, if you want. Even if I have you on orgasm restrictions, unless I’ve specifically told you that he’s off-limits. If you’re horny, use the boy at your leisure. Whether you let the boy come is up to you.”
Again, that’s playing dirty, but I’m not above using some positive reinforcement.
