I whined when I felt his dry finger rub over my hole.
Then suddenly he conjured lube from somewhere and unceremoniously slid a slick finger inside me.
I would’ve bowed off the bed if there was anywhere for me to go. “Oh, God….”
He chuckled darkly. “You know ‘Sir’ is just fine, boy.”
I whimpered. This side of him was hotter than sin, and my cock jerked against my stomach.
“Oh, and you’re only allowed to come when I tell you.” There was a smile in his voice when he added. “If you can’t hold it, well, let’s say the punishment is two weeks without treats.”
“Nooooo….”
He let out a villainy “mwahahah” and my brain tried to short-circuit itself at the face of this sort of sex. The kind that tied me up in knots with excitement and anticipation and submission while having fun with my Dominant.
“Kiss, I need—” Before I could get more words out, his mouth covered mine and he kissed me in a comforting way.
“Good boy. Always ask for what you need.”
“Finish stretching me and fuck me hard.”
He villain-laughed again, pushed another finger in me, and pegged my prostate.
I astral-projected myself into the ceiling.
Luukas
When I was fourteen, my mother decided that the US sex education scene was too faulty for her to trust. So she gave me “the talk.” Birds and bees. Or, as she called it, “bees and bees.” Not that either of us knew if that made any sense, but at least it kind of broke the ice a little.
Don’t get me wrong, it was still awkward as fuck having my own mother give me sex education type of lecture about how to stay safe and how bodies—regardless of the bits attached—worked and so on. Nowadays I’m glad she had the talk, but back then I felt mortified.
There was one thing she insisted on emphasizing, and that was feelings. How they could be conflicting, how sometimes sex could be just a body thing, but that it was almost always best when your heart was in it, too.
I hadn’t understood that, not really. Not until the moment I sank into Bear’s body and stayed there as deep as I could get.
I leaned over him, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began a slow as molasses rhythm that made him whine.
“We’ll get to the rough part soon,” I promised as I tried to understand what was happening.
I’d had a lot of sex, but for the first time I understood what making love meant. Of course, it was kind of funny, given that I had my boy trussed up in out-of-practice knotwork and out of his mind with anticipation and need.
Suddenly I heard a sob and realized it had come from Bear.
I stopped moving and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. “Everything okay?”
He nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh… It’s… a lot,” he said a bit wetly.
“It is, isn’t it?” I kissed him gently until he opened his mouth and I could deepen the connection. “It’s a lot for me too,” I confessed. But this wasn’t what he had asked for, so I pecked his lips one more time before getting to my knees.
“Hold on to—oh wait, you can’t hold onto anything because you’re completely helpless,” I snarked at him.
His giggle was cut off by a long moan when I changed the angle and pegged his prostate.
“Sir!” he gasped, his face morphing from surprise to ecstasy even with the blindfold on.
“Remember your safe words, boy.” At his hasty nod, I began to fuck him like he’d asked me to.
I struggled to keep my wits enough to be conscious of Bear’s reactions and enjoyment.
