“Your parentals wouldn’t be driving up here if they weren’t planning on giving you shit about something, Noe, and I’m not gonna let them give you any more of that shit than necessary. Especially not over the way I choose to claim what’s mine. So the collar stays on. You’re hiding it behind a scarf. And you’re not going to fucking question how your master chooses to take care of you again.Period.”
He thumbed my slit, and I almost came.
“Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I mean… I mean no? I mean, I won’t question it,” I babbled. “I’m yours. Your slave. You’re… you’re in charge. Oh, God.Gage. Yes.”
Too many words, but please. Yes. Yes was definitely the right answer.Allthe yeses, to all of it.
To being his.
To not worrying.
To doing whatever Gage said.
To letting him take care of me and to not having to think.
To his hand on my dick andhisdick rutting against my back, and just… just…yes. I agreed to these conditions. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Isovery muchagreed to them.
“And this morning’s back-talk issue?” Gage went on, his breath starting to come a little faster, too, as he finally began jerking me off for real—rough, hard tugs on my cock in perfect sync with the way he’d also started thrusting against me from behind. “This little freak-out you were having, questioning your master and forgetting who was in charge? Trying to take your collar off without permission? Falling out of bed instead of staying where you belong?”
I whined, too lost in the horny version of pure, blissful heaven to make those other sounds.
Words.
So many words.
I couldn’t form any, and all of Gage’s had started to sound like a wha-wha-wha-Charlie-Brown’s-teacher buzz in my head, instead of actual, like, sentences that conveyed information. But still, every once in a while certain key phrases made it through my lust-fogged brain with crystal clarity, as if he’d thrown them in the mix specifically to blow my mind the way he was about to make me blow my load.
Collar.
Master.
Permission.
Where I belonged.
Unnnnnnnnnnghhhh.
“I think you’re just fighting me this morning because ofthis,” he went on, growling the words right into my ear as he stroked and twisted, teased and jerked, all the while sandwiching me between the sink and his hard body so I couldn’t move at all, couldn’t do anything but let him have his way... rub himself against me from behind... say all the perfect, dirty things my most secret fantasies were made of, because that’s what he was: my every perfect fantasy.
Except now… now he was real, too.
“Please,” I gasped, starting to shake as my balls drew up like little steel bearings. “Please, Master. Oh God,G, please make me come.”
“Damn right, I’m gonna make you come,” he promised, his callused hand and his dirty words and the feel of that big, hard cock of his grinding against my back all combining into a perfect storm, forcing me relentlessly toward a massive O. “I think you had a cum back-up this morning, baby,” he went on raggedly, his breath coming as hard and fast as mine was now. “Your balls were too full. It fogged up your mind and made you forget who you belong to. Made you forget what that collar means. But I’m gonna help you with that, sweetheart. Clear the pipes for you. Help you be good for me the way I know you want to be. Isn’t that right, Noe? You want to be good for me, baby? Do what I say? Let me be the one who gives you what you need from now on?”
So… many…words. And every one of them stroking my dick as surely as his hand was.
“Oh God,” I panted, starting to fall apart. “Gage.”
“That’s it, baby. Do it. Come for me. Be good like I know you can.Come, slave.”
I gasped, my whole life shooting out the head of my dick as I tipped over the edge and shattered... because my master had told me to.
“Fucking fuck, Noe,” he groaned, his cock throbbing against my spine. “Jesus, look at you. You’re fuckinggorgeouslike this.”
I… had to have made that last part up, right? I was coming too hard to be sure, and then—with Gage’s cum dripping down my back and into the crack of my ass not more than a minute later—I felt too blissed-out to ask.
