I leapt up and hastily began removing them. Less than thirty seconds later, I stood by the end of his bed, as naked as the day I was born, myclothes laid neatly over the rack at the side of the room. I’d only just put them on, after my shower, so they didn’t need washing yet.
He stood up, then came to stand directly in front of me. We weren’t quite touching, but there was hardly an inch of space between us. I could feel my breathing pick up and my heart rate increase. He put his hand on my chest, and I tensed in anticipation. My cock was slowly hardening, though I wasn’t entirely sure what he had planned yet. He licked his lips, then smiled, mischief dancing in his eyes. But I clearly didn’t know my master well enough yet, because his next words were the last thing I expected him to say. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”
My jaw dropped. After four weeks of an entirely decadent level of sexual freedom, the sudden restriction was… intoxicating. My cock swelled, hardening rapidly in an ironic response to my master’s words. “Yes, sir,” I replied, suddenly desperate to find out what he wanted to do to me.
His hand ran down my chest, over my abdomen, landing squarely over my groin. He fisted my cock and stroked it, and I couldn’t help thrusting my hips forward, just a fraction. “Fetch the lube, then kneel on the bed,” he told me.
As I stepped away from him, he tightened his grip on my cock, forcing me to pull it out of his hold in a slow, tantalising glide. I stepped around him, tripping over my own feet as I did so and causing him to chuckle. I took the tube of lube out of the bedside table, then got up on the bed, on my hands and knees, with my ass pointed his way. Belatedly, it occurred to me that he hadn’t actually specified which way I should be pointing. Perhaps he wanted to make use of my mouth, rather than my ass? But the lube had suggested…
“Is this how you want me?” I clarified.
“Perfect,” he said, running a hand over my ass. Then he flicked my left ass cheek sharply, causing a stinging sensation that made my cock throb. With the exception of that time at the military base, he’d been very gentle in our sexual endeavours so far. I was starting to get the impression that this time was going to be different.
“Give me the lube.” I looked back and held it out… and then was forced to continue holding it, as he slowly, sloooowly undid his pants and slid them down his legs. He kicked them off into a corner, then took the lube from me. His cock was standing out proud and thick, and he squeezed a dollop of lube onto it, slicking himself up with fast, efficient strokes.
He climbed up onto the bed behind me, and I waited for him to press something inside me – perhaps his fingers, or maybe he’d jump straight to his cock. I didn’t mind either way… but I continued waiting, as he didn’t touch me at all. I parted my legs a fraction wider and arched my back… and still, there was nothing.
“Kade?” came my master’s voice, calm and confident.
“Yes, sir?” I felt a trickle of doubt. Had I pleased him in bed before? Was I pleasing him now? How was I supposed to know?
“What are you here to do?”
“To please my master,” I answered automatically.
“Uh huh. And if it pleases me to make you wait?”
A thrill of arousal shot through me like lightning. “Then I will wait, master,” I said breathlessly. A second later, I realised my mistake. “I mean sir,” I corrected myself. “Sorry.”
“Good boy,” he crooned, sending a tingling rush up my spine. Oh, stars, where had he learned to dothis? For someone who claimed not to understand the dimari, he was playing me like a fiddle. “What if I wanted to leave you here all night, hard and wanting?”
“Then I would wait, sir,” I told him.
“Because is pleases your master?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm. Well, fortunately for you, I have moreinterestingthings to do tonight.” His hand landed on my lower back, and then I felt two slick fingers press inside my entrance. A moan escaped me as they pressed in deeper, and I wondered if I should be making a noise… But he’d never reprimanded me for expressing my enjoyment of this. He pressed down a little on my lower back. “Arch your back a bit more,” he instructed, and I did… then gasped as that made his fingers press against a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves inside me. “I’ve been doing some reading,” my master said, twisting his fingers inside me. “And it seems that Vangravians aren’t built quite the same as humans, but you still have…” He spread his fingers wider and I arched into him with a whimper. “…a few exploitable pieces of anatomy.” He added a third finger, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he pressed against that sensitive cluster again. I grunted and worked to control my breathing, knowing that I wasn’t allowed to come yet. Oh, stars, he was doing this deliberately, wasn’t he? Forbidding me from climaxing, then stimulating me as firmly as possible? I breathed fast and deep, keeping my back arched, as he’d requested, though it only made the stimulation worse.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He pressed in slowly but relentlessly, then pushed down on my shoulders, making me drop to my elbows, so that my ass was sticking up in the air. With his cock buried deep inside it. He pulled out, then thrust in hard.
“Who owns you?” he asked me, his voice a deceptively soothing croon.
“You do,” I replied, on a breathless moan. Then added, belatedly, “Sir.”
He stopped moving. “I didn’t like that answer. Let’s try again. Who owns you, Kade?”
“You do, sir,” I responded immediately.
“Very good.” He gave another powerful thrust, making me cry out as pleasure speared through me. Oh fuck, I wasn’t allowed to come yet. I held it back, grimacing and gritting my teeth.
“So whose opinion matters more here; yours, or mine?”
“Yours, sir,” I replied, desperately hoping for more stimulation as a reward… and dreading the need to hold myself back at the same time.
“Very good.” He thrust once, twice… three times… four! Oh fuck! I shoved my face into the blanket and yelled as the stimulation ricocheted through me. I honestly couldn’t tell what was making me hotter, his words or his cock inside me.
Suddenly, he grabbed onto my hair, pulling me upright against his heated body. He wrapped one arm around my chest, the other hand maintaining a firm grip on my hair, and the position pressed him deeper inside me. Oh, stars, if he didn’t let me come soon, I was going to do it anyway… and I so hated the idea of disappointing him.
