“Don’t minimize your fear, pup. It’s a very rational and real fear of yours, considering you spent nearly three years as a sex slave. All because you trusted someone that you believed had pure intentions with you.”
Brandon took a deep breath and nodded.
“When I heard you were a psychologist, I panicked. As crazy as it sounded, I was terrified of being around you.”
“Brandon, you keep talking about what you perceive are similarities between myself and them, or whoever he was. But you’ve left out one glaring opposite: love.” I paused and took a deep breath before I confessed my feelings for him.
His eyebrows shot up, and a smile spread across his face. Coming off the wall, Brandon took a step toward me.
“You love me?”
“I do.” I stared into the depth of his eyes and smiled.
“Touch me then. Go on, show me that you love me,” he dared. His nostrils flared, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His words encouraged me to bare my own depraved desires. Ones that I was fully aware I had but wasn't certain he would be able to handle. We’d quickly find out.
I pushed myself away from the chair and briskly walked toward Brandon. In three strides, I had closed the gap between us. I flattened my hand against his chest, firmly took a handful of his hair in mine, and backed him against the wall.
When I grabbed him, I saw the sparks and fire in his eyes that would keep my hungry soul fed. I moved my hand from his chest to his jaw. My thumb was on one side of his jaw and my fingers on the other side. The moment I crushed my mouth to his, I felt the electricity in the way he kissed me back. Not only did I feel the power in our physical connection, but our emotional one too. Brandon had always felt lively and playful under my hands, but this was different. I thought it was because he finally had heard something that he’d been wanting to hear for a while; he was loved and wanted.
“I love you, Brandon. I love you in all the ways youneedto be loved.” I pulled my mouth off of his long enough to utter the words. They were words that would never do justice to what I felt for him.
My mouth and hands had minds of their own. I wanted and needed to show him how much he meant to me. Brandon’s mouth tasted like a combination of maple syrup and muffins. His mouth was a haven for someone with a sweet tooth.
“I … love … you … too.” The words fell from Brandon’s lips into my mouth and traveled at the speed of light to my soul.
I couldn’t prevent the smile from spreading across my face. One of my hands found its way to his flesh under the hem of his t-shirt. I reached up to his chest and squeezed each pec firmly. He moaned with pleasure. Our kissing grew more urgent with both of our needs and desires beginning to pour out of us. As Brandon clutched the sleeves of my shirt, he moved his hips sideways to make sure I could feel his hard-on.
“I … have … wanted … to … hear you … say that … to me,” Brandon admitted when he had a chance to talk while we kissed.
I pried my mouth from his to give him a breather and to speak if he wanted to. I didn’t want to overwhelm him. But after a few seconds, my mouth had to be on him again. I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt at his chest and made sure he could feel my fingers flex against him. My groin and hips pinned him against the wall. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me. It was important for him to physically feel that he was turning me on. And the fact that he loved and needed to play rough, was fuel for my fire.
I let go of him long enough to undo my pants. I tugged my pants open and reached in to pull my balls out so they’d rest outside of the pants. Brandon had pulled his shirt off and stared at me with a hunger and intensity that I hadn’t seen before from him. His bare chest called to my hands like magnets.
He had been working out, slowly regaining and rebuilding his muscle since being in my care, and his pecs were just the right size for me to grip and squeeze. I kept my eyes on his as I cupped my hand slightly and slapped it down on his pec. It wasn’t nearly as hard as it sounded, but the look on his face was priceless. A smile of excitement spread across his face, while his eyes lit up.
I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his. While my tongue shoved his around, I continued to grip his pecs and teased his nipples with my thumbs. Brandon undid his pants, pulling out his cock and balls like I had. He pushed his hips forward while he whined in my mouth and tried to show me that he wanted more attention.
With our mouths locked on one another, Brandon grasped my chest muscles over my shirt. His hands worked impatiently to unbutton my shirt. Once a good portion of my flesh was visible, he slid his hand inside my shirt and gripped my pecs.
This certainly wasn’t the first time that we had our hands on one another, but the times before had never felt this intense. Brandon enjoyed a rougher kind of play, the kind a partner of mine needed to be into. But Brandon wasn’t going to be like any play partner that I had sessions with here and there. He was going to be my only partner for the rest of my life. He was frisky and playful by nature, and I loved that about him. At this stage, I still wasn’t one hundred percent certain what he would or wouldn’t be able to handle. But I knew we’d test the waters.
Brandon’s hand continued to grasp and squeeze my chest while he pushed his groin against mine. His eagerness made me smile. He whimpered into my mouth, begging me for more attention; just like a playful puppy.
“What is it, my pup?” I asked, knowing that he would most likely tell me.
“Touch me,” he breathed into my mouth.
“I am touching you,” I teased him as I slapped his abdomen. I was well aware of what he wanted. But I would like for him to get into the habit of telling me exactly what he wanted.
“I know, but I want you to touch my dick. It’s aching and going to explode,” he murmured in between kisses.
My hand pinched and squeezed its way down his chest and abdomen until I reached the elastic band of his boxer briefs. To taunt him some more, I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock as it stretched the fabric near the waistband. Brandon moaned at being teased. His boxer briefs had a generous sized damp spot on it from the precum that had seeped from his cock.Naughty little pup.Hooking my fingers between his skin and the boxer briefs, I tugged them down below his balls. With his cock free from the confinements, he moved his hips from side to side to make sure I knew how hard he was.
“Touch me, please,” Brandon begged.
I took hold of his shaft and began to firmly, but slowly, stroke him.
“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned as he tilted his head backward.
