He opened the bag, pulling out my collar, and I could have cried at the relief I felt just seeing it. He secured it around my neck like an embrace, the weight of it grounding me.
Then he picked up the blindfold on the bed and secured that on me as well, blocking out my sight, and immediately an added sense of calmness washed over me.
I didn’t have to see. He would see for me.
I didn’t have to think. He would think for me.
I was his completely. Body and mind. I trusted him with it all.
“Hands and knees.”
I shuffled forward until my fingers threaded through soft strands of plush carpet.
A cap flicked, and a moment later I shivered as slick fingertips were tracing down my crease to circle my hole.
Harper took his time stretching me, and every moment spent with his fingers inside me was added distance from all we were worried about back on the surface. It couldn’t reach us here.
When I was ready, he was pressing a thick plug into me. The same one, I suspected, that I’d gotten used to when we first started meeting up here.
It thrummed to life inside me, lighting up my insides and making me whimper.
“Such a good boy for me.” His fingers threaded through my hair. “My good puppy.”
My lip quivered. I nodded.
His hand left me. Then a soft weight landed in my lap. A pillow.
“You’re going to hump this, but you’re not going to let yourself come. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good boy. Go.”
I panted at the friction of the fabric on my hard cock as I rubbed myself against it. My fingers dug into my knees, knowing without being told that I wasn’t supposed to touch myself or the pillow.
I heard the cap of the lube again, but whatever my Master was planning was for him to know, and for me to find out when he decided it was time for me to know.
I continued, easing up when the need inside me felt urgent, because he’d told me I wasn’t allowed to come yet, and I would never disobey him.
I brought myself to the edge again, eased back until the urgency passed, and then repeated. The pillow was damp from my cock leaking. It demanded more, and every time I forced myself to stop it was more difficult.
“P-please,” I moaned, feeling myself get close to the edge again.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“No.”
I whined, forcing my hips to still before I spilled.
“Good boy.” His fingers in my hair.
Relief.
“Hands behind your back. Hold your elbows.”
I obeyed.
