“No wiggling.” Patting his bulge, I tilted his chin up and tightened the strap across his hips. “This is very secure, but if you wiggle, you’ll have to wait longer to come.”
“Aw.” The pout came back in full force but it was designed to manipulate, not actually show how he was feeling. “Sometimes I just wiggle.”
I shrugged as I walked around the head of the changing table and picked up a basket off the shelf. While the others held more practical things for baby doll time, these goodies had been delivered by courier just before I’d left for dinner.
“If you want to show me how many times you can come tonight, you’re going to control your wiggles.” Hmm. Pink was an obvious choice for his coloring, but I had a lot to choose from because Emerson had clearly liked the color on my boy too.
“But you tied me down, Master.” His whine and the strain in his voice had me trying not to laugh. “I have to wiggle. I’m not in charge of that. It just seems to be the rules.”
Clearly his body thought straining against any bonds was the best thing he could do, but he managed to control himself in the few seconds it took me to pick out panties and a nightie. “What was my rule?”
That sigh.
So much drama in such a sexy little body. “No wiggling.”
His grumbling was low enough he probably thought I couldn’t hear him, and while most of it wasn’t clear, I could make out several words about restraints and my not being logical. “But he’s Master he doesn’t have to be logical…Emerson should’ve warned me better.”
I wasn’t sure I liked how much he’d already been warned, but I liked a variety of other things, so I let it slide as I came back around to the table. “Do I want my pretty boy hurt?”
The table was secured to the wall and the straps would keep him from rolling off, but he didn’t need to know that. “It’s my job to protect my sub even from himself.”
Somehow the low tone and serious expression just did it for my naughty boy and he sighed as his dick tried to jump out of his briefs. “You’re going to protect me.”
Clearly that was a good thing no matter how dramatic he was acting, so I nodded. “No matter what.”
He took a deep breath and scrunched his eyes closed as his head jerked in agreement. “But…but I like wiggling, so you need to help me fix this.”
I was pretty sure his favorite part of BDSM so far was letting me know I was in charge of anything and everything that frustrated him.
Humming softly, I slowly trailed my fingers over the straps and barely caressed the skin around them. “I don’t know…I love watching you fight to stay still for me…and knowing you’re completely helpless is making me imagine doing wicked things to my needy boy.”
His breath hitched as he shivered, but he managed not to buck against the restraints. “I…I was your slut before.”
And clearly I couldn’t take that status away from him.
“You are my needy little slut…you’re barely holding back wiggling and begging me to touch your cock, aren’t you?” As I hummed and did my best to sound relaxed and thoughtful, he whined and nodded. “You can’t help it, though, and that’s why you need a strong Master to control you and give you what you need.”
The urge to hump and strain against the bonds had him shaking, but he managed to nod as his pout slid in place again. “What…what do I need?”
It didn’t seem to be a trick question to manipulate me, so I answered it honestly. “You need me to play with you and use you and make you pretty.”
That was obvious.
“And then you need orgasms and lots of attention because? Hmm?” Gently running my finger under the edge of the strap that was right above his cock had him making another quiet, desperate sound as he fought the urge to thrust his hips up. “Why do you need so much attention?”
“Because…because I’m your slut, Master.” Something about that had him melting into the cushion and he let out a deep breath like the battle he’d been fighting was finally over. “I…I just didn’t know.”
“I did.” Tickling the head of his cock got a twitch and another moan. “Being untouched so I could be your first doesn’t mean you’re not a slut, though. But I’m going to be right here to watch over you and control every orgasm…every time you get to dress up pretty…every time you get to play tug.”
That was going to be fun.
I knew exactly how we were going to do it too. I’d just never thought I’d have someone to use the toy with so I’d never bought it.
Fixing that was top on my to-do list after I took care of my boy.
“Owners…Owners control their dolls because they’re…they’re important.” He sighed out the response like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right, pretty boy, and you’re working so hard to be good for me, I think you need a reward.” I knew exactly how safe his changing table was, so I patted the front of his briefs. “Show me how sexy my slut looks like when he’s helpless. Wiggle for me, pretty boy.”
