I yanked my fingers out, which pulled a high, keening cry from him. But then—
“Please,” Noah whispered, pushing his palms against the floor as he twisted around to look up at me over his shoulder. “Don’t stop, G. I… I want to be good for you.”
Fuck… really?
I let out a shuddering breath. Jesus, he was incredible.
I spat in his hole again and slowly pushed all three back inside him, my eyes locked with his since he stayed twisted around to watch. Just the tips again.
His face—red and sweaty and streaked with tears, but still fucking beautiful; maybe evenmorebeautiful this way, since I’d been the one to make him look that way—contorted with something that could have been either pleasure or pain as I slowly worked them in a little deeper.
Noah’s lips went white at the edges and I… no. Done. I pulled them back out. He whined about it in protest, but his body also relaxed back down across my thighs, his pretty eyes fluttering closed as he let his head sink back down toward the floor.
“Fuck, Noe. Sorry.”
“No,” he murmured. “I can take it.”
I grinned. Goddamn, he was sweet. That wasn’t what this was about, though. He didn’t have totakeit if it was fucking hurting him.
“Want to be good,” he said, his voice sounding muffled as he hung over my lap. “Please don’t stop, um, stop playing with my butt.”
Never.
“Daddy’s got you,” I promised, circling his loosened pucker to reassure him… rubbing and pressing on it when it made him start to whimper and squirm again... massaging the softened skin of his entrance and then leaning over to spit on it. Because we weren’t done yet, not by a long shot, not when he so clearly got off on it and I… Jesus. I was so fucking entranced by that gorgeous little bud that I was almost tempted to, tolickit.
Uh… lick it?
Heat raced down my spine at that filthy-ass thought. I mean, yeah, I knew it was a thing, but the idea was still dirty as fuck... and I was definitely falling down a deep, deep rabbit hole with this ass-play shit, because I could already tell it was exactly the kind of dirty I was going to make good on one of these days. I mean, fuck it. It wasNoah. I wanted every fucking part of him, all the fucking time, in every possible way. So yeah, I’d for sure be tasting my boy like that someday.
For now, though...
I spat on his hole again, then pushed my custom-made lube as deep inside him as I could get it.
He gasped, shuddering. “More.”
I’d gone in with two. Did he really want to try for more again?
“You sure you can do that for me, sweetheart?” I asked, already circling his rim with the third one.
Noah twitched, moaning, and I took that for a yes and pushed it in, this time getting all three in there past the first knuckle. It stretched him so hard he started shaking. But—
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice cracking a little. “I can… can take anything for you, Master.”
I groaned, my cock jerking against his hip so hard that I almost fucking lost it, because fuck, hearing that was hot. And Noahwouldtake it, too. He’d take whatever I decided to give him and thank me after, we both knew that. But Noah’s voice had been way too fucking strained for this to be good for him, and my cock wasn’t in charge,Iwas. I mean, that was kinda the whole point of being his master, yeah? On top of the hot sex slave fantasies come to life, of course.
But deciding what my boy needed and making sure he got it? That wasmyjob now, and Noah’s hole—stretched so wide now that the skin around it had turned white and thinned out, making a stark contrast to the bright pink that surrounded it from his well-spanked ass—did not need three of my thick-as-fuck fingers in it yet. Not today. Not until I’d worked him open a little more, trained him to take it, gotten my hands on some real lube to make it easier on him, and, most of all, taken the fucking time and put in the fucking work so that the only thing he ever associated with getting his hole stretched was pure, undiluted, hot-as-fuckpleasureat my hands.
Or, you know, on my cock.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t still give himsomethingin his ass today, though.
I slid my fingers out, making him whine again, then pushed back in with just two, fucking them in and out a few times but still taking it kinda slow, because no matter how bad he wanted it, I was pretty sure the spit wasn’t technically enough lube, no matter how much of it I gave him. I mean, damn, even with just two in there again, the fit was tight as fuck, so taking it down a notch was definitely the right call.
And let’s be real, it wasn’t like two wasn’t gonna satisfy if the way my boy was back to making shamelessly porny sounds for me was any indication. His body was still shaking as I stretched him—as I fucked those two fingers in and out ofhim and groaned a little myself at how goddamngoodit felt to be inside him like that—but at least now his shaking looked more like the please-Master-make-me-come kind, instead of the it-hurts-but-I’m-gonna-do-this-because-I-want-to-serve-you-no-matter-what bullshit he’d had going on when I’d stuffed him with three.
Not gonna lie, both were hot, but only one was acceptable right now.
“Better, baby?” I asked, starting to fuck my fingers into him a little faster.
