“Love you guys too.” He offers a smile, and then he’s out the door.
I rush over to the window, watching the driveway and for him to pull away. The second he’s out of sight, I drop to my knees.
“Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” Sir walks over, not stopping until he’s standing in front of me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I kinda feel like getting out of the house. Do you think we should call and see what Henry is doing?” he asks. Henry and I have gotten closer. He stood by my side when things were strange at school, and I appreciate him for it.
“You wouldn’t. I might die.”
Colton chuckles. “So dramatic. And no. I wouldn’t.” He grabs the back of my head, pressing my face against his dick. I nuzzle in as deep as I can get, wishing he was naked, wishing I could smell him better, feel his balls against my face because I’m so fucking at home there. “What am I going to do with you tonight? You’ll be naked the whole time, of course.”
“Yes, please.”
“Do you have the plug in like I instructed?” Clearly, we’ve been excited for this, had it planned for days.
“Yes, Sir. It feels so good, wearing your plug. Knowing I’ve opened my hole for you to use.”
“God, you really are the best boy.” He threads his fingers through my hair, then tilts my head so I look up. My skin istingling, my mind and body already finding that place in time where I land, when we slip further into these roles, the place I want to be.
On instinct, I open my mouth, knowing what he wants, what we both want, and he leans over and spits inside.
“Come on.” He pulls me to my feet, and we go upstairs to our room. “Let your Sir undress you.”
I turn to face him, excited for him to get to his surprise. He takes my shirt off first, folding it and setting it aside before going for my jeans, then underwear. My dick’s already hard and leaking. “Do you want to see the plug?” I ask, though it’s not the plug I’m eager for. Well, Iam, but not only that.
“Clearly, you want me to see it. Turn around.” The second I do, my face flames, my toes curling against the floor, feeling proud even though what I did is something so small, and honestly, a little cheesy.
“Fuck,” Colton says, kneeling behind me. “Property of Colton,” he says, rubbing his fingers over the spot on my ass where I’d temporarily branded myself for him. “How did you do this?”
It’s not a real tattoo. I’d probably die walking into a tattoo parlor and asking them to tattoo my ass with my partner’s name. “I found a place online where they make special-order temporary tattoos. I ordered a hundred of them so I can wear one whenever we want.”
“So hot.” He leans in and kisses over the tattoo on my ass, then drags his tongue across my cheek and licks down my crease. Colton uses his hands to spread my ass, looking at the plug. “My property.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“My hole to plug.”
“Yes.”
“The man I love.”
I tremble. “Yes, that. Always that.”
“Always,” he says before slapping my ass the way we both love. “Lie on the bed,” he tells me, and I hurry over to do exactly that.
Colton goes over to the toy closet, unlocks the door, then comes out with a pair of restraints and a blindfold. I’m already writhing against the bed, horny and eager for him, wanting whatever he has in store for me.
Colton sets the toys on the bed, then takes off his clothes. My eyes are drawn to him, to how beautiful he is. Tall, firm muscles, messy hair, beautifully hard, thick cock, and a heart a person can see every time he looks at you, smiles at you—at least I can.
“I want you at my mercy.” He sits beside me, then ties the blindfold around me, leaving me in darkness. “This good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolls me to my stomach, then binds my hands together and around the headboard.
My whole body is eager for what’s to come. I have a feeling about what he’ll start with, what he knows is my favorite, and I’m proven right when his hand slaps down on my ass.
