“I think you meanmybutt, don’t you, Noe?” I corrected him. “Because pretty sure we agreed that your ass, that tight little hole I’ve been training, and every other part of my slave belongs solely to me.” I hooked my fingers in his collar, giving it a little tug to remind him. “Says so right here, in fact.Property of Gage.”
Noah’s breath hitched at the reminder, eyes going wide and their pretty chocolate color turning as dark as the leather around his neck as his pupils blew open. On cue, the wet spot on his crotch expanded too, and he slapped his hands down over it, grinding them against his dick with a hot little moan as he stared up at me.
“Hands off,” I reminded him sharply, tugging his collar again. “That cock is mine, too, sweetheart, and you don’t have permission to touch.”
“Oh God,” he whispered, yanking his hands away from his horny little dick like it had burned him. “I didn’t, um, didn’t mean to, Master.”
“I know, babe,” I said, since it was true. He lived to be good for me. Not his fault the sight of my anaconda trying to rear its head made him so fucking excited that he couldn’t help himself. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I won’t leave you hanging. I’m always gonna take care of what’s mine—” His breath hitched again, “—so be good and get naked so I can get busy with that, yeah?”
Noah started nodding so hard I worried he’d make himself dizzy, so I tangled my hand in his hair to hold him steady, tugging hard enough to stop the movement. He instantly sighed, an almost silent little sound of relief, and relaxed under my hand.
Huh. I’d already kinda noticed that giving him any form of physical restraint was a huge fucking turn on to the both of us, but I was starting to realize that it also did...thisto him. Had him instantly relaxing, if that was the right word for it. Not that he couldn’t sometimes be wound up and shaking and begging his master for relief when I had him pinned tight or held down in some way—which was hot as fuck and definitely the opposite of “relaxed,” because like I’d already admitted to, I was shit with the right words sometimes—but what I meant was that somethinginsidehim seemed to relax whenever I restrained him.
I made a mental note to keep it in mind for some more in-depth, kinky-ass experimentation later. But for now—
“Pretty sure I just said you’re overdressed, slave.”
Noah’s eyes went wide, then his hand flew up to his throat again. “But not my collar, right?” he asked cautiously. “Just, um… just like before?”
“That’s right, baby,” I agreed, petting his hair. “I want you naked except for your collar. This one isn’t coming off. I mean, for showers or whatever, sure, but point is, it’s permanent, Noe, just like the rest of this shit between us.”
Noah’s dimples popped out, that brighter-than-the-sun smile of his back, too.
Okay then. Definitely the right answer. I’d nailed that one like aboss. And Jesus, with him looking at me like that, the need to hurry things along and get inside him already suddenly shot up to defcon levels of urgency.
“Get naked,” I growled, already reaching for him to help make that happen. Noah scrambled to help, too, and it took about one-point-nothing seconds for us both to be wearing nothing but skin, me on top of him, pinning him to the bed, and his always-wet-for-me little cock trapped between us.
Perfect.
I kissed the ever-loving shit out of him for another while, letting my hands roam over every inch of his creamy skin as he squirmed underneath me and made the kind of porny, needy sounds that made me wonder what the fuck I’d been doing for the first nineteen years of my life. Clearly, not what I should have been, since anything other than getting my boy to sound likethisfelt like a goddamn waste from where I was standing.
Well, lying.
Whatever.
“Jesus, Noe,” I muttered, finally ripping my mouth away from his to drag it down over his baby-smooth jaw. Then lower, sucking a mark or three into his neck as an extra way to stake my claim. “Need you.”
He gasped like the words had electrocuted him or some shit, arching up against me and babbling something about needing me, too. About how he was mine. About being my boyfriend and wanting my cock and being so, so good for me. Basically, every damn thing that got me revved up, because Jesus, could he be any more perfect?
Answer: nope.
“Flip over, babe,” I said, more a heads-up than an actual command since I’d already pushed myself off him before I’d even finished speaking.
I had just as much interest in waiting for him to obey me on that one as I did in letting him do it on his own—namely, zero—because manhandling my boy? One of life’s greatest pleasures.
I flipped Noah over onto his stomach like a sex doll, then palmed his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to enjoy one of my favorite views and… and got another needy, desperate-sounding gasp for my efforts.
Fuckyeah.
Noah started bucking back into my hands and thrusting forward to hump himself against the bed, action that came along with a soundtrack of some hella dirty moans that were hot as motherfucking fuck, but—
“Settle, slave,” I said to remind him again who decided our pace, giving him a single hard spank to help make that happen.
Noah shuddered, burying his face in the bedspread as he pushed his ass up toward me again and obeyed, going still.
“Sorry,” he said, voice muffled and horny and going straight to my cock. “I just… please… G… Are you… Will you… Ineedyou.”
He kept right on going like that, pleading with me to take care of him and letting me know just how bad he wanted it, and I groaned, squeezing the base of my shaft as it instantly reacted to his begging the way it always did and tried to swell to ten times its natural size, just as desperate to let Noah give it some relief as he was to provide it.
