“Please, Mason . . .”
I lubed a finger and slid it in without warning, making him jump again. I found his prostate immediately and poked at it. “Who was that, now?”
He groaned, trying to get more of the feeling, but I started teasing him, moving it in and out, deliberately missing his prostate each time, despite the movement of his hips trying to force me in the right direction. I grinned, waiting. “What was that name you said?”
He looked at me and tried to frown, but he was too desperate to make it work. There was a sheen of sweat covering his entire body, the body that was still trying to move and get me to hit the spot. I raised my eyebrows. “Hmm?”
He gave me the best glare he could muster. “P... please, Daddy. More.”
I pulled my finger out. “Mm. Good boy,” I said, adding lube and shoving two fingers in, directly into his prostate.
“Ah.” His eyes closed.
“My feisty little cockslut is learning, isn’t he?” I said, suppressing my grin even though he wasn’t looking at me. He just moaned in response and his legs spread a little wider. “Look at you,” I said. “Trying to open yourself up for me.” My fingers hit his sweet spot with every deliberate thrust. “Such a slut for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Mmhm.”
“Open your eyes, Elijah.” His dick twitched all the way off his belly when I said his name. I could play his body like a damn guitar and I was pretty sure he hated that I could do it so well. He obeyed me, though, and his eyes found mine. “Do you like that, Elijah?” I whispered.
He nodded.
“I know,” I said, pulling my fingers out and lubing a third, not even trying to stop the grin this time. I plopped down beside him on the bed, propping myself up on one elbow and watching him as I finger fucked him for entirely too long. I was hitting his prostate but moving too slowly and erratically to actually gethim off.
He grew more and more frustrated, hands clenching above him. I chuckled. His eyes slid back to me, narrow and full of warning. “Fuck me,” he demanded.
I raised my eyebrows and pulled my fingers out. “Say what?” I said, sitting up.
He groaned and threw his shoulders backwards in frustration. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” he ground out in an annoyed whine. I smirked at his desperation, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
I turned and opened his drawer. “That was better, but we’re going to drag this one out, feisty. I’m going to make it really good for you.” My dick was hard and pissed as hell at me, but I could hold out. I was a big boy. “I think we can let someone else join, though.” I pulled the dildo out of his drawer and dangled it in front of his face. “Is this a little better than Daddy’s fingers?”
He moaned. “Fine. Anything.”
I glanced at his dick to discover it was much more pissed off at me than my own was. “Oh, he’s angry,” I commented, giving it a flick. Elijah jumped and cried out.
“Mason...”He dragged it out, and he was so utterly desperate I didn’t even bother correcting him.
“I’ve got you, feisty.” I lubed up the toy and moved back between his legs. I worked it inside him, which was much easier than the previous time since I’d already spent so long teasingly opening him up. Ididhave him, but I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. I started moving it in and out slowly.
Elijah moaned and started trying to press back on it. I kind of liked watching him like that, so I stopped moving it. He’d closed his eyes again but as soon as I stilled they popped open and he looked down his body at me. I knew he’d never be able to get himself off like that, but I gave him a little smile. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on your toy. Keep going.”
His cheeks brightened again. He looked down my fully clothed body to the spot where I held the toy in place. There was precum coating his belly and his dick was throbbing. Hegroaned, though, and started pressing himself onto the dildo. He had trouble, since he was handcuffed to his headboard, but he was far enough gone to keep trying. I sat there and let him, holding it steady, smiling as I watched him.
He looked at me again, giving a little whimper before running his mouth. “Fuck you, Mason. You’re such a damn asshole.”
I raised my eyebrows again but didn’t say anything, just pulled the toy back a little to make it even harder for him. He let out a frustrated sound when he could no longer get the right angle, but he was pulling as hard as he could on the cuffs and trying to ride it even though I was making it impossible. His hands were turning a deep red and I started to worry he was going to pull his shoulders out of their sockets. I put a hand on his belly to stop him.
He paused and looked at me. His face was sweaty and his hair was sticking to it. He was panting as his eyes found mine. “God,” I said. “Even though you’re sassy as fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I pushed him up on the bed so his arms weren’t strained and the circulation returned to his hands. I shoved the toy right into his sweet spot, then did it again, starting a slow rhythm that would satisfy him for the time being but still keep him right on the edge.
“Nnn,” he moaned with a sigh. He pulled his feet up on the bed, spread as wide as he could get.
“So beautiful,” I repeated. I let one hand trail lightly over his cock and balls, down to the spot where the toy was working, and teased his sensitive skin there. His hips jerked upward and he let out another whimper, without the smartass mouth this time.
He was so fucking close, and I’d let him simmer there for a long time. Tears that I knew he wasn’t even aware of wet his face. He didn’t try for any more sassiness. “Daddy please, please, please. Please fuck me, please, Daddy, I need it.” How the hell was I supposed to resistthat? EvenIdidn’t have that much willpower.
“Damn, baby,” I said, my voice sounding more breathlessthan I meant it to. “Okay.” I pulled the toy out and tossed it aside. He lifted his head and looked at me hopefully. I yanked my shirt over my head and fumbled with my pants, kicking them off with my underwear.
I sighed in relief as I sank into him. I’d teased both of us for entirely too long. I held his thighs as I slid all the way in with my knees under his lower back and his legs spread around me. My head tilted back and I closed my eyes as I took a breath, trying to make sure I could hold out. I finally looked back down at him and he was looking back so beautifully, just waiting.
