“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his hand away. “I want it, Sir.”
“I know you do. The wait will be worth it, I promise. Letme see that pretty hole of yours. I’ve missed it. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”
“How do you want me?”
“Such a good boy, asking your Dom for clarification when you’re not sure what to do. You’re so very good at this. Twist the phone a little so you can stand beside the bed and bend over. It’s your job to spread your cheeks for me, pull them real far apart so I can see your cute, pink ring.”
What I want is my tongue in it. I want to eat him out until he’s a mess of nothing but want and need. I’d like to draw him to the edge but not let him take the plunge, over and over and over again, all with my face in that perfect, sexy ass of his.
“Yes, Sir.”
James does as told, bending right over, one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them apart for me. There’s a light dusting of dark hair there, which makes my balls throb. I love when a man doesn’t shave his ass. It’s so masculine and sexy.
“Do you like it, Sir?”
“I like it very much. I could sit here all night and admire you…but we don’t have a lot of time. My boy has a bedtime to keep.”
Something about what I said makes his knees buckle and a soft whimper fall from his lips.
“Can you use one of your hands to play with your hole for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, slipping a finger between his cheeks and rubbing his rim. James makes hungry sounds as he does, needy and turned on, every single one of them making my dick grow harder.
“Use some lube and finger yourself.”
Without hesitation, James obeys. There’s nothing that gets me as hot as a sub who thrives off doing what they’retold, and James has that quality in spades.
He starts with one finger, not using two until I give him permission.
This isn’t the same man as the one in his classroom. This one is open and free, bent over, fingering his ass like nothing matters other than the pleasure I’m allowing him to have and being good for me. He doesn’t second-guess himself here, isn’t bound by the rules he keeps for himself in the rest of his life, and him letting go like this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Can you get three up there for me?”
“Can I lie on the bed?”
“You may.”
He adjusts the phone and lies on his back, props his ass on a pillow, then starts working on it again. His ass faces me, and the couple of pillows beneath his head allow him to keep eye contact. One finger becomes two, then three, his tight ring stretched wide around him as James plunges them in his ass over and over. When I say he can, he works his cock too, fucking and jerking himself, eyes glazed while he tries his best to watch me.
“I’m close,” he admits.
“I know you are, good boy. I’ll let you come in a minute. I just need to hear you beg me for it first. Tell your Sir how much you need it.”
“I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything. I want to come for you, want to show you how good you make me feel. My body is crumbling beneath the pleasure, so close to tipping over, but I won’t…not until my Sir says I can because I want you to be proud of me. I want to be the best boy you’ve ever had. Pleasing you pleases me, Sir.”
Jesus, this man.
My cock twitches. I don’t know how I’ve gone this wholetime without jerking myself off, but I’m not sure it’s going to last. I rub my palm against my erection to get some relief.
“Come for me, little dreamer. Make your Sir proud. Let me see how much cum you made for me.”
“Christ,” he groans, balls drawing tight, dick shooting as he arches up. He’s still three fingers deep in his ass, jerking his cock while he spurts thick streams of cum all over his torso.
“That’s a good boy. Now eat it all up for me. Good boys finish their meals.”
“Yes, Sir.” He pulls his fingers from his ass and uses his other hand to scoop up his cum, licking and sucking it off his fingers before going back for more, not stopping until it’s all gone.
“God, you are so fucking perfect. Such a pretty little slut. I’m so proud of you. It’s late, though. It’s time for you to go to sleep.”
