Oh God. Yes. So very, very much yes. It really, definitely, absolutely was. And when he thrust his fingers inside meagain, I made a filthy sound without meaning to and had to grab my dick and pinch the head—hard—to keep myself from coming all over him right then and there.
Gage swatted my hand away. “That’smine. Take care with it.”
“Yours,” I gasped, suddenly evencloserto coming as all the muscles in my body tightened up at once.
Gage was my boyfriend now, but he was so, so much more than that, too. He was mymaster, and hearing the reminder, having him claimme like that, sent my balls into a spasm and made my cock jerk so hard that the slick drops spilling out of its tip splattered across my stomach. Because… becauseyes.
I was his.
My cock was his.
Everypart of me was his.Property of Gage. It said so, right on my new collar. Mypermanentcollar.
Gage leaned over me, two fingers still planted deep in my cinnamon-heated ass, and ran his other hand over the engraved word, like he’d just read my mind. “Thought wearing this would help you remember shit like that a bit better, babe.”
I did my patented bobblehead nod, pretty sure I looked like a heart-eye emoji with a boner right now. “It does. I mean, it will. I mean, I do?”
Gage’s lips tipped up on one side as he started slowly fucking me with his fingers, eyes still locked onto mine and one hand wrapped safe and secure around the collar he’d given me.
No, that he’d hadmadefor me.
My heart did a slow roll in my chest, and Gage’s smile widened. “Good,” he practically purred, his voice heavy with possessive satisfaction. “I want you to remember who you belong to, slave. Remember who takes care of you. Remember who’s in charge here.But most of all—” his eyes flared with heat, his voice getting low and husky and so incredibly sexy that my breath hitched and my dick started to throb and my heart suddenly felt like it was filled with that self-heating cinnamon lube, too, “—right now, you need to remember who gets to decide when you come, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. To all of it. Everything he’d just said. Forever, please and thank you. “It’s… it’s you.”
“Good boy,” Gage said, making my stomach flutter happily. He let go of my throat and settled back between my legs, his fingers doing something magical inside my ass that made heat unfurl in my belly and wrap itself right around my dick. “And you’re going to keep right onbeinggood for me,” he added. “Isn’t that right, babe?”
I bobbleheaded for him again. Of course it was right. Gage wasalwaysright. But… God. The way his fingers kept lighting me up inside, and the extra sensitivity from that tingling lube, and all the perfect things he kept saying…
I moaned, suddenly not sure I actuallycouldbe good.
“Fuck, I love hearing that,” Gage said.
I squeezed my eyes closed as tightly as I could and focused on… ontrying.
Trying not to touch my dick again.
Trying to do what he’d said.
Trying not to come.
But oh God, I was too excited and too close and too spoiled by how well he’d trained my butt to respond to the fingers he kept thrusting and twisting and teasing inside me, and I couldn’t… couldn’t…
“Noah?” Gage prompted, tagging my prostate hard. “Still wanna hear you say it.”
My eyes flew open. “Yes, Master,” I gasped. “I mean, I mean, no. I won’t. It’s… It’s yours. My dick is yours. My cum is yours.I’myours. I’ll be good.Please, I just need, um… What?”
Gage laughed, low and sexy, giving me a filthy, possessive look that made more of that urgent, irresistible heat coil at the base of my spine, tight and quivering and ready to spring.
What had the question been again?
He was still pumping his fingers in and out of my ass, slow and steady, stoking all that heat inside me until it felt like I was about to burst into cum-soaked flames. I shook my head. I couldn’t… couldn’t make words anymore. I couldn’tthink. He was making it completely impossible, and nothing but hot, panting breaths escaped my mouth as I dug my fingers into the mattress underneath me and humped my ass down against his hand like the greedy, shameless slave to his touch that I was.
I needed him to go harder.
I needed it deeper.
I neededmore.
