“Yes, yes. I just need a moment….” Curtis took deep breaths while his inner walls still constricted around Andrew’s fingers. Andrew didn’t move until Curtis wiggled his ass a tiny bit, indicating that he was ready to continue. Andrew had wanted to torture him a bit longer, but seeing Curtis so compliant, so willing, had his balls so hard he thought he would shoot from the friction of his pants alone. He opened his own fly and zipper, freed his cock, and squeezed some more lube onto his right hand before grabbing his painfully erect cock. He stepped back between Curtis’s spread thighs, nestled his shaft between the still slightly red cheeks, and started moving. Curtis’s moans cheered him quickly toward his orgasm, made him shoot so hard, Andrew had to grip Curtis’s hips because otherwise he would have fallen over. He watched his cum pool in the dip of Curtis’s lower back and start dripping down his sides. With a choked moan, Andrew dipped his fingers into the semen and massaged it into Curtis’s skin to mark him in this most primal way.
After he came down from his high, Andrew checked Curtis’s erection, satisfied when he found his boy hard and leaking, his balls and cock swollen and red. He took another generous amount of lube, applied it around Curtis’s soft and yielding hole before pushing as much of it inside as possible. Then he cleaned his hands in the sink. Curtis was still bent over the kitchen counter, waiting for his master to give him a new order.
“Come here, boy.”
Curtis swayed a bit when he put his full weight back on his feet. Andrew was there immediately to steady him and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“I’m going to cook for us now, boy. To keep you occupied and horny, I have a little task for you.”
He winked at Curtis, who only raised a brow in question. Once they had gotten more used to each other, Curtis would learn what it meant to not give Andrew a verbal response to any of his statements, but not tonight. This was their first scene, and there were more important things to achieve. Driving his boy insane with lust was only one of them.
“Get on your elbows and knees right here.” Andrew indicated a spot near the wall, close to the kitchen counter where he would prepare their meal. “Stick your ass out at an angle that will be comfortable for penetration.”
“Yours or mine, Master?”
“Yours, boy. I need to work, remember?”
Curtis grunted something before he did as he was told. He looked absolutely delicious on his knees, his ass in the air, his shoulders and neck as red as his asscheeks. Andrew went to his sex toy bag again to retrieve the little help he had brought. It was a dildo of considerable length and girth, not as monstrous as the ones found in porn films, but impressive. It also had a suction pad at the base, with which Andrew secured it on the wall, aligning it with Curtis’s hole. He gave it a few tugs to see if it held before he slathered it with lube as well. He walked to Curtis’s front to gently guide him backward until his ass met with the tip of the dildo. Andrew pressed a kiss on Curtis’s forehead, and then he got up again to get his cell. He swiped over the screen until he found the app he’d been looking for, before he squatted down in front of Curtis again.
“This is an alarm, boy. It will start ringing once every two minutes and decrease until it rings every five seconds. Now, every time you hear it ring, you will move forward until only the tip of the toy remains inside you and then you will go back. I have programmed a longer timespan in the beginning to give you a chance to adjust to the dildo, but when I’m done preparing our food, I want to see you fucking yourself on it like you mean it.” He smiled broadly, stroked Curtis’s hair. “Needless to say, you’re not allowed to come.”
“Why on earth did I think having a master would be a good idea?” Curtis had murmured the words just loud enough for Andrew to hear. He knew immediately they weren’t meant as a challenge, and knowing that Curtis felt secure enough with him to joke about it made Andrew all warm and tingly inside.
“You love it, and you know it. And since I’m a great master to have, I’ll even help you to get the toy in. Now, what do you say?”
Curtis chuckled. “Thank you, Master.”
“There. Wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
Andrew bent forward over Curtis’s upper body to stretch his asscheeks apart. “Now move back. Very good. Can you feel it?”
Curtis grunted. “Yes, Master. It’s huge.”
“You can do it, boy. Come on, a little more.” Curtis did his best and with a little more coaxing and lots of praise from Andrew, he finally had the toy completely inside him. Andrew caressed his back lovingly, pressed little kisses on his spine.
“You’re so hot, you have no idea. Seeing you like this, I could come right away. So beautiful.”
Andrew took his cell to start the timer. He put it in front of Curtis on the ground, kissed him once more, this time on his lips, and then started cooking.
Chapter 16
THE FIRSTring resounded, and Curtis moved his hips forward, felt the drag of the silicone dildo, with its very lifelike veins and bumps, over his prostate. He had now idea how he could manage to not come while riding this evil toy. The way Andrew had dominated him so far had him ready to shoot on the spot. What held him back was the fact that his Dom, his master wanted him to suffer. And he wanted to suffer for him. Wanted to show him what a good boy he could be, how much he appreciated Andrew’s affectionate attention. Andrew was giving him so much, making such an effort, it was only fair Curtis did the same for him. The balance between giving and taking they had established seemingly without effort made Curtis giddy with joy. This was what submission should feel like, at least for him: the will to please, the appreciation of what he was offering, the exchange of not only power but also trust and—he hesitated a moment, then dared to think it—love.
The cell rang again, jerking him into motion. Above him, Andrew was putting the kitchen appliances to work, many of them for the very first time. Sometimes Curtis could feel Andrew’s gaze on him, full of lust and possessiveness. It felt good to be wanted like that, and he wasn’t beneath putting on a little show to turn Andrew on some more. Though the way the dildo was stimulating him, the show was turning more and more into genuine want and despair. Feeling the thick shaft breaching him, filling him, had Curtis yearning for the real thing, for Andrew’s thick cock that would feel so much better than this toy.
By the time Andrew put whatever he had prepared in the oven, Curtis was trying desperately to fuck the dildo like he had been instructed while at the same time to hold his orgasm in. It was getting more and more difficult with each thrust, and he honestly didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out. The ringing was no longer a signal to move but felt like an additional penetration, coming now so rapidly he was panting from his attempts to keep up.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Andrew stopped the app and put one hand on Curtis’s lower back, keeping him from thrusting again, anchoring him against the orgasmic tide that wanted to crash over him.
“Oh my God, Curtis, if only you could see yourself like I do now. You’re the most perfect creature I’ve ever met, as if you were created only for me.”
That Andrew was no longer addressing him as boy was all the proof Curtis needed. Andrew was as gone as he, overwhelmed by the same sense of rightness. He closed his eyes, listened to his Dom, hispartner.
“I want to fuck you so badly, Curtis, boy. Now. Need you now.” Andrew helped Curtis to get off the dildo. He rummaged through the bag with the sex toys until he found a condom and put it on after hastily opening his fly again. Curtis watched him, not bothering to keep his gaze lowered as high protocol demanded. This was their first time having penetrative sex, their first official scene. He had every right to admire his handsome, strong Dom and his impressive cock.
Andrew came back to him, turned him on his back. Curtis winced a bit, because the tiles on the floor were cold. They did warm quickly on his heated back, though.
“Sorry, boy. Can’t wait. Need you, want to look at you.”
