“What are you doing sat there?” Scott asked.
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“The fairies to stop keeping you hostage.” He smiled. “So…what did you think?”
Scott glanced down at himself. “I think…my dick looks like a chorizo sausage right now.”
“I happen to love chorizo.”
Scott laughed, rolling over to rest his head on Thomas’s thigh.
“The redness will fade as soon as your blood starts flowing back to your brain, but be careful in the shower. Try and avoid spraying your dick. It’ll hurt.”
Scott sat up. His shoulders, abs and neck were all aching from how he had strained when the machine had been torturing him from one orgasm to the next.
“Did it…”
Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Did it?”
“Look okay?” Scott swallowed. “I feel like I might’ve made an idiot out of myself.”
“No, Scott.” Thomas reached for a strand of Scott’s hair and tucked it behind his ear.
Scott’s sweaty hair clung to the sides of his face, and the sheen on his chest gave him a slight sparkle. “You looked incredible like that. It was…” Thomas wiped his forked tongue across his bottom lip. “Exactly what I was hoping for.”
“Things got kind of hazy after the second time. I don’t remember much, and what I do remember…” His cheeks burned. “I didn’t feel like me… I didn’t act like me.”
“Because it wasn’t an act or a performance, that was you getting your dick fucked over and over and loving it…” Thomas smirked. “Most of it.”
Scott knocked his knee into the pump. “That thing is brutal.”
“No. Not that thing,” Thomas said, leaning closer, “Me. I was the one in control of it. I made you twitch and beg and curse and plead. I’m the one who made you ache like that.”
Scott scratched a patch of cum off his chest. “I’d…better go shower.”
Thomas nodded. “Don’t lock the door.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t lock it.” Thomas turned his attention back to his phone. “It’s a late lunch. I’ll get it ready while you’re showering.” He hesitated. “Fifteen minutes, then I come looking for you.”
“I’m not going to…you know,drop… It’s called sub drop for a reason, and I’m no submissive.”
Thomas shrugged. “Still, fifteen minutes is what I’m allowing you.”
He got up, gave Scott the once-over, then left the room.
Chapter seventeen
“Ican’tbelieveyoutalkedme into this,” Thomas hissed.
“This is the chocolate flake of aftercare,” Scott replied with a cocky grin. “It’s an essential part of your ice cream.”
Thomas shook his head. “Aftercare is making sure you don’t drown in the bath and you’re well hydrated –”
“They kind of contradict each other.”
