“You’re right. I’m going to keep you safe and we’re going to have firm rules on how we deal with strangers. Especially strangers who’re strange.” Before I could tell him that I didn’t think they were strangers or that weird, his hand cupped my dick and squeezed. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes.” That. He. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He was pleased but that didn’t mean he was ready to let me go. No. Master knew who I belonged to. “You’re going to obey and stay hard. Focus on that part.”
Obey.
Stay hard.
“I…I’ll be your good boy.” It’d be easy to do if he kept holding me. “A good boy…yes…”
Wow.
He didn’t say I had to be still, so I wasn’t too worried when I rocked my hips, but I hadn’t expected him to keep his grip on me or for it to tug like that.
My eyes rolled back in my head and it was like lightning was firing through me even though I knew I hadn’t come yet. He might not know that, though, so I told him as I rocked and pulled again. “I…I didn’t come yet. You’re…you’re in charge of that.”
Ha.
I was amazing.
I’d remembered the rules and I found something fun.
“That’s right. I’m in charge of orgasms for my pretty little pain slut.” Master seemed very pleased with my new status but I wasn’t sure he knew what being a slut meant. That wasokay, though. Emerson said half of being a good sub and ninety percent of being a good doll was playing pretend.
“You like that.” Master did too based on how he tightened his grip when I rocked again. “Such sweet sounds from my needy boy.”
The moan might’ve technically sounded needy but I wasn’t sure how I would’ve described my squeak when I moved too big somehow.
“I…I found the part I might not like. I like…I like little tugs. Yes. Big tugs are…are big.” There was probably a better word but figuring it out was impossible when I was getting more little tugs. “Little ones…little ones are…”
Nice.
Yes.
Very nice.
“You’ve given me so many new ideas about how I can play with you.” Master chuckled when I moaned again and braced my hands on the changing table, but it sounded wicked. “If you like tugs and rocking, I know of a toy I need for my sexy doll.”
Oh.
I.
He.
He kept chasing my words out of my head.
Oh.
That wasn’t nice.
He released my cock.
“Pouts won’t get you what you want, pretty boy.” Master shrugged when I tried to do it better. “Nope.”
Emerson had finally failed me.
“It’s my turn to play.” He sounded serious about that, but once I caught my breath, I knew I could make a good case for both of us having fun playing tug. “And I’m going to play dress-up with my pretty boy before he gets to play tug again.”
