“Look at me.” The words shot out before I even realized I was going to say them.
Noah’s eyes snapped open, head coming up on my command and another of those low, needy whines slipping out of him as he obeyed me.
Yeah. Better.Ineeded to be the one he was looking at when he felt this good. And those deep brown eyes of his, pupils blown and dazed with lust, staring into mine while he got himself off, just because I’d told him to? I was fuckingcaptivated. He was gonna spoil me for ever being satisfied with just watching porn from now on… or, hell, with watching anyone else at all.
Anyone who didn’t look at me like that.
Anyone who wasn’thim.
Anyone else, period.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him, needing it soon. “So good for me. Come on now. Work that pretty cock like I told you to, slave. Give your master your cum.”
“Gage,” he gasped, eyes practically rolling back in his head as I talked him through it. Then it was just a stuttering stream of pure supplication, words tumbling out of him as he begged me for what he needed in a porny version of the way he always started frantically babbling when he got worked up. “Fuck… Yes… Please… Master… So close… I… Gage,please… for… for you. Can I… Just tell me… Oh God,Master.”
I groaned, keeping my hands off myself through sheer willpower alone. I fuckinglovedhow gone he was. And unlike me, my boy seemed to be a naturally wet one. His cock was slick and shining with it, precum pouring out of his slit like it was a goddamn faucet and the scent sexing up the whole room. And the sound it made as his hand shuttled up and down his shaft, faster and faster? That shit was so raw and dirty that it was almost enough to get me there all on its own.
I’d never watched another guy jerk it before, had never been interested, but this? Hot as motherfuckingfuck.
My own cock throbbed every time Noah’s hand moved over his, like his dick really was mine. My property. Mine to command. Like I could get off just onhimgetting off, without ever touching myself at all.
Except yeah, no. My cock was definitely gonna need some attention, too… but not until my sweet little sex slave came like I’d told him to.
“Come on, pretty baby, get there,” I said, a steady stream of random, horned-up shit of my own flying out of my mouth as liquid heat spilled down my spine again, pooling behind my balls and making my cock twitch and pulse in time with the slick rhythm of Noah’s hand. “Stroke it hard, Noe. Take care of what’s mine. Make yourself feel good for me, sweetheart. Cream all over Daddy’s big cock like the good boy I know you are. Give me—oh, fuck. Holyfuck.”
He was close.
“That’s it.”
Sofucking close, I could tell.
“Getit, bro.”
Noah suddenly went tense all over, every muscle in his body standing out in stark relief... then, with one last hard thrust through his fist, he gasped and shot off like a rocket, letting loose with a high-pitched cry that sounded a lot like my name.
And fuck if it didn’t give me some kind of primal satisfaction to hear my name on his lips as his dick pulsed in his hand and those thick, creamy ropes of cum spurted out all over my cock, just like I’d ordered.
I groaned. “Fuckyeah.”
And goddamn, that sweet little dick in his hand just kept coming and coming andcoming, and the whole time, Noah was stroking himself through it, his O-face just about doing me in as he whined and shook and gasped out his pleasure… forme. Spilling it all over me and making me groan again with something a metric fuck-ton deeper than mere satisfaction. I mean, fuck, I hadn’t even come myself yet and I was already feeling fifty shades of blissed out just from knowing I’d done this to him.
Correction: I’dmade him do it… which was the same thing, only better.
Noah had come this hard forme, onmycommand, because that collar gave me total control over every fucking part of him.
If I’d thought it was hot in the past to take charge during sex so I could get mine, that was nothing compared to how hot it was to be in control of giving himhis. And actually feeling his cum hit my cock? I was so keyed up that the sudden wash of wet heat was too much and also not nearly fucking enough. My anaconda flexed and throbbed under the onslaught, going from what I’d thought had been as hard as I could get to sudden, aching, motherfuckingsteel, all in the blink of an eye… and, I shit you not, probably gaining half an inch in girth, too, as all my remaining blood supply pumped into it, all at once.
Noah’s too-pretty face was scrunched up tight in that uncontrollable spasm we all get hit by when our balls unload, but somehow, he still managed to keep his eyes slitted open. Just barely. Just enough to keep staring down at my cock as he whimpered and moaned and kept fucking through his fist to milk the last of his cum out.
It was clear as fucking day that the sight of my nine-inch shaft—thick and veiny and hard enough to cut glass as his cum painted it white—was pushing him even higher… and fuck if my cock didn’t like the attention. It just kept right on swelling bigger and bigger, growing like a motherfucking beast, as Noah eye-fucked it through the last of his orgasm. It wasn’t just an anaconda; it was a goddamn cobra now, swaying in front of its prey, spreading its hood and ready to strike.
“Master, Master, Master,” Noah panted, his eyelids drooping low as the tension finally started to drain out of his body, all his muscles relaxing as his furious pumping slowed to a lazy stroke.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, slave,” I growled, jackknifing up as my hand shot out to grab his collar. I yanked him closer before he could melt into a post-orgasmic puddle, my cobra strike driven by a burning level of need thatI’d legit never felt before. “Time to serve your master, baby.”
“Yesssssssssss,” Noah breathed out, dragging his eyes back open as the blissed-out look on his face took on shades of adoring gratitude that were sure to ruin me for all other sex. Especially when he blinked up at me and begged oh-so-prettily, “Tell me what to do, G. Please? I’ll do anything for you.”
Fuck yeah, he would. I had zero doubts about that. But I’d do better than tell him. I’d show him.
