I’d told him from the get-go that a good slave shouldn’t wear anything but his master’s collar, and here in the room, we’d both gotten off on living out that particular fantasy of mine whenever things started heating up. But now—
“I can’t be good for you like you want, Mast—I mean, Gage,” he reminded me, which felt like swallowing glass to hear him say. “Because… because you took my collar away.”
“Noah,” I started, at a total fucking loss where to go after that, because no, he wasnotgoing to put the damn collar back on when it was obviously hurting him, that had already been decided, but… but fuck. It was also killing me to see him like this. Seeing himsad. It was my goddamn kryptonite.
“Do I… do I even still get to call you Master?” he asked in a too-small voice, the shaky words grinding all that broken glass into my throat when I tried to swallow.
Jesus. Hisface.
“’Course, you can,” I said, not just because it was true, but also because I would always cave completely when he looked at me like that. “You can call me anything you want, sweetheart.”
Anything and everything that came out of his mouth would be perfect, becausehewas fucking perfect. I mean, I had no plans to start getting us into any of the hardcore Master-slave stuff that you could find online, but did I like it when he called me Master? Did I like the reminder that I was in charge, that he needed it, wanted it, and trusted me never to abuse it? The answer would be a resoundingfuck yesto all of the above.
But having him call me G was good, too. There werememoriesattached to that nickname. And when he introduced me to people as his best friend? Hell to the yes. That title was mine for life, and I’d seriously fuck the person up who ever tried to take it away from me. And, lately? When Noah was all hot and bothered, needy and desperate, his cum backed up until his balls looked like they were about to burst, and he was just waiting for my permission to finally get some relief? Don’t even get me started on how goddamn perfect it was to have him turn those pretty eyes on me and beg his Daddy for what he needed.
And he knew all that. He had to. What that question of his really meant wasn’t could he stillcallme Master, but that he needed me tobehis master. He needed me to tell him exactly what to do and then make sure he did it. He needed permission to let go of all the bad feelings about losing the collar by replacing them with one clear purpose. The only thing he had to focus on. Obeying me.
Okay, then. Mission accepted.
“Get naked like I just told you to, baby boy,” I said firmly, since Noah was still standing frozen, sad and collarless and ripping at my fucking heart with those big, wet eyes of his. “Then get over here so I can remind you how seriously I take looking after what’s mine.”
His breath hitched, then he blinked and let out a sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. And it wasn’t, thank fuck, another one of those sad sighs of his. This one was the sound of relief.
“I’m still yours,” he mumbled, more to himself than me as he finally moved, doing what I’d told him to. And it was a good goddamn thing that I’d kept my jeans on, because once he’d stripped down and finally laid himself out for me, ass-up on my lap and all mine for the taking? Let’s just say that yes, I wanted totake, all fucking night long. Wanted to jump a few steps ahead in our training program andreallyshow him he was mine.
But… priorities. I needed more with him than another hot night with my sex slave where we both passed out from coming so damn hard. I neededallthe nights with him, for always… and that meant not only reassuring him that he still belonged to me by spanking him hard enough to get him out of his head and keep him feeling it for days, but also by following that shit up by keeping us on track with his school shit so we could eventually convince his parentals that right here was exactly where he needed to be.
I ran a hand over his ass and felt something swell inside me—I mean, somethingbesidesmy cock; something in the heart vicinity—when he instantly went boneless and pliant at my touch.
“This is my property, Noe,” I said, skimming my hand all the way up the pretty curve of his spine and wrapping it around that fucked-up red mark that still circled his neck from the damn dog collar. “And I’m not gonna put up with you abusing what’s mine, got it?”
“Yes, Master,” he said with another one of those soft sighs, eyes drifting closed and body finally relaxing completely, as malleable as water… well, other than the few inches of him that were rock hard and jammed between my thighs, of course.
“No coming, baby,” I said, and not gonna lie, that was partially to remind myself.
Noah’s eyes instantly snapped open, his body tensing up again as he twisted around to look at me. “You don’t want me to come when you spank me?” he asked, sounding shocked.
“You’re notallowedto come,” I corrected him, securing him in position with an arm around his waist and kneading that sweet temptation of an ass of his to warm it up a little before I got started.
“Gage,” Noah whined when I stopped without touching his hole, humping against my leg. “But… but…please, Daddy. You always make me come.”
“Who’s in charge?” I asked, swatting him hard enough to earn a gasp and start some color blooming across his left ass cheek.
“You,” he whispered, eyes wide.
“And this time, I said no coming, so be good for me, baby.”
“Okay,” he answered breathlessly, ducking his head down and burrowing it against the mattress. “Yes… yes… I can do that.”
I knew he could. He was fucking perfect.
He raised his ass up, silently asking for another smack.
I needed him to feel this one for a while, so I was going to have to get straight to the point to avoid the sheer temptation of having him spread out for me like this… which meant I was going to have to spank him fast and spank himhard.
I smoothed a hand over the pink I’d just put in his cheek, unable to resist giving it a squeeze and another light smack as I geared up to give my boy some more lasting pain, then repeated the squeeze-and-smack routine on the other side because he was just too damn pretty.
“More,” Noah begged after I stopped, his voice muffled and his cock pulsing where it was trapped between my thighs.
