His plush mouth fell open and he let out a breathy gasp as he tightened his ass muscles around my cock. Hot cum splashed onto my abs, and I trembled as I kept fucking and the musky scent of sex made my head swim.
“Mm,” he said, and his head lolled back. I was so close. Almost there. Pleasure coiled, ready to blow, at the base of my cock as my balls drew close to my body and a bucket’s worth of cum waited to spray out of me. I hadn’t been able to come right in jail. Nothing in there had felt good. I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought through the muscle pain gathering in my legs and fucked his tight, hot hole.
“Oh, have you earned it?” he whispered into my ear with a sly tone I didn’t like. I fucked faster, so close, and then he sank all of his weight down on me. I cried out and shook my head because I could barely move. My cock twitched and I wanted to thrust so badly.
“Your Mister thinks you should wait. This was about paying me.” He leaned down and bit at my nipple again and the pleasure-pain twanged deep in my gut. Excitement slammed me and sex heat coiled in my groin. He flicked his tongue out, and the tingles that danced over my skin and deep in my core took me by surprise. I bucked up as I unloaded my cum into the condom and twitched with the best full-body rush I’d ever had in my life.
When I was done, I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath.
Stormy tugged the shirt from between my clenched teeth and sealed his mouth to mine, fucking his tongue deep. He explored every corner of my mouth and then sat back.
“Fucking delightful. Unexpected.” He raised a dark eyebrow. “I was going to make you wait until we got home.”
“Ha, I never wait,” I mumbled stupidly, and an amused look flashed across his face before it was replaced by a frown that made me squirm.
“Oh, you’ll learn.”
My stomach tightened and my dick did not go down as he gave the cuffs a playful tug. He let out a laugh. “If we weren’t borrowing a room, we’d do a round two, but that would be crass, doll.” He raised gently off my dick, and I whined.
“There’s a trash can in the corner near the door. Dump the condom,” he said.
Talk about a dismissal.Fresh waves of humiliation slipped through me. That was normally how I acted when I was done nutting with a hooker. The heat in my face didn’t die as I stood and hissed my way through tugging the full condom off my cock. I tied the latex at the end and jerked my pants up. My fingers were unsteady as I fixed my clothing and got rid of the evidence of our good time.
When I turned back around, Stormy was leaning against the table across the way. “I’m waiting,” he said and snapped his fingers at me.
“For what?”
“Your Mister requires your assistance. Help me get these pants off.” He waved a lazy hand at his lower half.
“Me?”
“Is there anyone else here earning his keep?” Stormy’s smile was radiant, and I went to him, my knees trembling in a strange way with every other step until I reached him. I helped him peel the leather down his long, slender legs and ended up on the floor at his feet. He was beautiful in nothing but the corset as I kneeled before him in a position I’d never found myself in. What would it be like to suck him sober? His cock was thick but had gone down. I leaned forward and gave his cockhead a fast, experimental nudge with my nose.
He snickered. “What are you doing? That’s not helping with my clothes.”
Heat twisted in my gut and I searched around on the floor for his socks, which I slid on him first. Then his underwear and pants went on next. I helped him slide on each shoe and then tied the laces. Assisting him with his clothing was an oddly humbling experience, especially with the metal clinking on the cuffs as a reminder I was his to order around. I wasn’t sure why I was going along with this, except he was still a sex god in that corset, and as troubling as it was to be following orders… it was also nice to know precisely what I should be doing.
“Can you keep this?” I slid trembling fingers along the curlicue designs on the side panels of the corset as he beckoned me to my feet. I leaned forward and lightly sucked one of his pretty, flat nipples into my mouth. He smiled when I glanced up, although he didn’t seem pleased or unhappy—more a mild neutral. I stopped and stood back, not sure if I’d been fucking up or on the right track. I hated the indecision that plagued me, an old problem I’d always had when it came to sex and life in general.
“No, I can’t keep this corset, but it would be easy enough to get one.” He caressed my face and patted my cheek. “Unlace me. Start at the top.”
It had taken him almost no time to get into the corset by himself, but my clumsy fingers were thick and dumb as I worked at the loop at the top. I loosened the ties enough to help him slip it over his head. Sadness slammed me when his pretty lingerie was gone, and I bent and grabbed his shirt from the floor for him. He passed me the corset.
“Hang those borrowed clothes back up. Do it right because if I get bitched at for this, it’s coming out of you one way or another.” He flashed me a toothy grin.
“Yes, Mister,” I murmured, terrified at how much I loved saying that to him. He gave me a sweet smile that made me unable to look at him. I took the corset and found the hanger with clips and busied myself getting everything put away, my cock hard as fuck again.
It was weird and awful and good all at the same time, to be doing his bidding.
“Oh,” he said with a giggle.
“What?” I asked as I turned back to him.
He gave me an embarrassed smile. “Well—” He ran the tips of his fingers along the table. “—sadly the keys to those cuffs don’t appear to be here.”
“I’m sorry, but what?” I glanced down at my restrained hands and then back to him. My stomach dropped to my toes and stayed there.
He shrugged a shoulder without a speck of apology on his face. “We’ll just have to ask downstairs if they have one.”
