I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head as the miracle of getting everything I’d never truly let myself hope for was suddenly eclipsed by my master’s touch. But he’d… he’d asked me a question?
“Come on, now,” he said, twisting his hand around my cock again and making me whine. “Be good for me.”
Yes, please. It was all I wanted. I’d be so,sogood.
Gage cupped my balls with one hand and started a maddeningly slow stroke, up and down my dick, with his other, which—oh God—alsofelt good. Amazingly good. Too good if… if he really wantedmeto be good.
“Gage,” I whimpered, my hips thrusting up before I could stop them.
He immediately let go of my balls and pinned my hips to the bed, holding me in place again. He stopped stroking, too, his grip on my cock tightening almost to the point of pain, and it was… it was perfect. There was no way I could ever freak out or worry aboutusagain if he kept holding me this tightly.
“Noah,” he said, his eyes burning into me. “When your master asks you something, you answer.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, which maybe wasn’t exactly the right answer, because I couldn’t exactly remember what the question was, but being his felt like the only thing that mattered right now anyway, so maybe it was right… enough?
Gage must have thought so, because—
“Damn right you are,” he said with a fiercely possessive smile that made my dick throb even harder in his tight grip. “And that meansthisis mine, too.” He finally started to stroke me again. “I’m your master. I’m in charge. You’ll come when Imakeyou come, because I will always be the one to take care of you Noe. Got that? Fuckingalways.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my eyes starting to roll back.
His hand on me felt almosttoogood… his control felt even better, though. And best of all? That last word he’d said.Always. That was the very best of all.
His strokes sped up. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, the words sending delicious flutters and fiery sparks through me, igniting a desperate tide of pure need that made me keen, long and low, my whole body trembling and twitching, contracting in an effort to get nearer to him.
“Fucking Christ, Noe,” Gage said almost reverently, his thumb suddenly digging into my slit as he twisted his hand over the head of my cock on the upstroke, almost making me disobey him and come on the spot. “Lookat you.”
He stared down at me without blinking, his hand doing such perfectly obscene things to my cock that my vision almost whited out, and I… Oh God. Even more than coming, all I wanted was to be good for him, keep him looking at me like that, feel this forever, but—
“Please,” I gasped when my balls suddenly pulled up, so tight that they ached.
Possessive heat flared in Gage’s eyes. “Please what, baby?” he asked as he started working me over a little harder… a little faster… relentlessly jerking me off with a touch that was somehow both rough and careful, every second of it so good I could barely breathe… barely think… barelyspeak…
Except I had to speak. He’d asked me a question. And yes, Iwantedto be good, but he also still hadn’t given me permission to come, and I needed it… needed to ask him… to beg him… I needed… I just… I neededneededneeded—
“Please, G,” I blurted desperately, bunching up the sheets in my fists to keep from flying away. “Gage.”
“You mean, please…Master,” he corrected me in a low growl, sending a delicious shudder of rightness through my entire body. “And you’ll come when your master tells you to, baby, and not before. Isn’t that right? Because I know it feels good, but I also know you want to obey me, sweetheart. It feels so much better when you do, doesn’t it? When you remember who’s in charge? When you let me take care of you the way I promised?”
“Yes,” I gasped.Somuch yes.
“And you know who controls this pretty little cock,” he said, eyes locked onto mine as I panted and whined and desperately didn’tcomedidn’tcomedidn’tcome. “You know exactly who’s in charge of making you feel good, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed.
“It’s up to your master to decide what you really need. It’s up to me to give it to you, baby, isn’t that right? It’smyjob to decide when you get it, when you really need it, when you’re ready…”
“Yes, please, you,always,” I babbled, his hand a blur on my dick now and my whole self starting to fall apart as the pleasure rose to impossible heights. “Oh God. Please… Please, I’myours.Just let me… Can I…Makeme, Master. Please make me come. Please, God, Gage, I need, this is, you’re right, it’s for you,please.”
I didn’t know what I was saying, but I couldn’t stop, I wasn’t going to make it, I couldn’t hold on, I wanted to, he was right, I wantedGageto decide, but I—
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, doing that thumb-in-my-slit-twist-of-his-hand-ohGodmove again. “That’s so fucking hot, babe. I love it when you beg for it.Come. Do it. Shoot for me, Noe. Give Daddy everything you’ve got. Give me what’s mine. Give me—oh shit, sweetheart. That’s it.Jesus. You’re fucking incredible, Noe.”
I’d started coming on his first command, coming so hard that the sound of his voice got lost in the supernova that blasted through me, the rushing wave of sound that was me bursting apart into a million pieces, every single one of them belonging to him.
“So good for me, Noah,”I vaguely heard Gage say, my whole body turned inside out with perfect pleasure and totally incapable of moving, of doing anything at all other than just floating in the sea of it as my cock kept jerking in his hand, coating every part of me in hot jets of the cum he’d asked me to give him, spurting out endlessly because he didn’t stop pumping and he kept telling me he wanted it and my only purpose was to give him… to give himeverything.
“Damn,” he whispered, his voice rolling over me like a second orgasm. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I’m gonna need to make you come like this every day, just for me, just like this, because you look fucking perfect right now, baby. That’s right. A little more. Give it all to me. It’s all mine, Noe. Just let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. All the time. Fuckingalways. I promise.”
