Gorgeous.
“You’re not done yet, fledgling,” Marcus said. He reached around, finding the sleeve, and flicked a slider switch located on a bulge at thelockingbase.
It was time Lucian learned what a Dom dedicated to his sub’s pleasurecoulddo.
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Lucian
Every tiny,textured bump inside the cock sleeve came to life at once, trembling against Lucian’s shaft and caressing the sensitive area beneath the head of his cock. Pleasure tore through him, and Lucian cried out in unabashed ecstasy and fought against the bar binding his body to thrust into thesleeve.
It wasvibrating.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t move his hips in the way he needed to. With his arms stretched out beneath him and his legs pinned in place, he washelpless.
There was nothing he could do about his overwhelming desire to buck into the hole now vibrating around his cock. All he could do wasendure.
“Shh,” Marcus told him, smoothing a hand down Lucian’s back as Lucian writhed and panted. “I know, it feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good you never want ittostop.”
He didn’t. He’d just come, but his cock was harder than ever. It urged him to grasp the sleeve and breed it until his balls were too sore to keepshooting.
“I need to fuck it.” Lucian had turned his head to the side, his mouth no longer restricted by the pillows he’d been pushed into. “I need to fuck itso bad.M-Master, please let me.Please.”
“What belongs to me will not beg,” Marcus said. A lubricated finger met Lucian’s hole as Lucian twisted and tried in vain to thrust into the toy. He groaned and pushed back against it, eager to feel his prostate squeezed from the inside while the toy milked him. “What belongs to me willneverbeg.”
Lust fogged Lucian’s brain, clouding his thoughts and reducing him to a creature of basic emotion. Frustration racked him, clenching his throat and tightening his jaw. Like a wild animal, he shook his head against the mattress, driven out of his mind by hisimpulses.
Frustration bled into helplessness the longer he struggled. Marcus’ finger did not stop rimming. He needed to breed just as badly as he needed to be bred, but he was able to facilitate neither. Trapped between two possibilities, but able to act on neither, Lucian felt himself start to shut down. Tears streamed down hischeeks.
He wasn’t in control of himself. He wasn’t in control ofanything.
“I’m sorry,” Lucian sobbed. His whole body shook as he tried to buck forward. “I’m so sorry. I need to come. Ineedit.”
“You need nothing.” Marcus’ finger continued to toy, intermittently putting just enough pressure to make Lucian think he would be filled, but never following through. “All you need is me. I am your pleasure. I am your will. I am yourMaster.”
“Yes, Master,” Lucian panted. He shook as much as the sleeve did. The edges of his vision were starting to chip away, tiny fragments of reality disappearing the longer his Master tested his limits. “Yes,Master.Yes.”
“I know what’s best for you,” Marcus said. The tip of his finger pushed in, and Lucian nearly squealed in delight. “I know what you do and do not need. You will listen to me. Your bodyismine.”
Hot tears streaked Lucian’s cheeks. His whole face burned. The constant buzz of the vibrating sleeve became white noise and disappeared. Even the thrum of his pulse faded away. The only sound was his Master’s voice, the only salvation hisMaster’swill.
Marcus’ finger was joined by a second. Cool lube pooled near Lucian’s hole, then plunged into his body as Marcus worked his fingers. The intrusion was heavenly. Sounds streamed from Lucian’s lips, unintelligible and throaty. He was beyondwords.
He wasfloating.
“By the time we’re done tonight, I want the reservoir on the sleeve to be filled with cum,” Marcus whispered in his ear. The proximity startled Lucian, and he jumped. The movement put strain on his arms and wrenched at his shoulders. He winced. “I want your cock to be drowning in it. I want so much of it pooled inside that toy that you’ll be empty forweeks.”
“Yes, Master.” Lucian’s mouth spoke on autopilot. He couldn’t manage the words otherwise. “Oh fuck,yes,Master.”
Both of Marcus’ fingers curled. The pressure built. Lucian cried out, no longer sparing his vocal cords. The sound scraped his throat, leaving it raw, but it still wasn’t enough—there was so much more inside of him fighting tobreakfree.
Marcus’ fingers worked, twisting. Lucian trembled as he kept still, the world blinking in and out of focus. His senses continued to deteriorate, basic concepts stolen from him by the things Marcus did. There was too much to cling to, so Lucian let it all goinstead.
Marcus would give him what he needed. All Lucian had to do wastrusthim.
The pleasure built. Lucian lost sense of it, allowing it to pull him into its murky depths. Sounds spilled from his lips, but he couldn’t distinguish the noises. They came straight from his soul, emptying him for all that wastocome.
The pillowcases grew hot from his breath and the abundant heat of his body. The air saturated with their mingled scents, alpha and omega meeting to create a nuanced, complex signature that registered in Lucian’s soul ascomplete.
