There was only a moment to consider what he was going to do to me before the plug thrummed to life, shocking my insides with the power of the vibrations. I couldn’t help the cry that left me, but I stayed where I was, gripping handfuls of my ass tighter to fight the urge to move them.
After a moment, the vibrations increased, and I cried out again, gripping my flesh so firmly my knuckles must have turned white.
“Don’t move,” he reminded me, sounding far too pleased.
Then he was silent, and I had nothing but the weight of his gaze to tether us together. Seconds turned to minutes, and the vibrations increased unpredictably until I was drooling onto the rug. My cock did the same.
Throughout it all, he didn’t touch me further. He just watched.
“Do you think you can come from just this?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“You need friction on your dick?”
“Nng, yes.”
“Turn around, then.”
I did, returning to my earlier position, hands on my thighs as the plug continued buzzing inside me.
“You make some pretty sounds, Forrester. I like them.”
Hearing my name in his voice made me shudder again, my cock twitching with a demand to be touched. I ignored it.
“They call you The Bear, don’t they?”
“Y-yes.”
“Hmmm. It doesn’t suit you. You aren’t a bear. You aren’t a predator at all, are you? You’re just a puppy. So eager to please.”
I’d spent my life building my reputation. Being fearsome. Intimidating. Benny “The Bear” Forrester. My stage name. My lie. He saw right through me, and I couldn’t see him at all.
“Will you be my good puppy?”
My heart stuttered at the thought of being his anything. “Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Fingers tangled through the short strands of my hair, petting me for only a moment before withdrawing again, and I wanted to grab his hand and pull it back to me.
“Now, you’ll do whatever I tell you to, won’t you? You want to be good for me.”
“Yes. I want to be good.”
I flinched as a weight landed over my lap. Soft. Plush. A pillow.
“Hump it.”
My hand trembled as it lifted off my thigh, grasping the fabric. He wanted me to humpthis?
“Ah… I…”
“What’s the problem?”
“Um… nothin’, so just… hump it?”
“That’s right. Put it between your legs and rut against it like the needy dog you are.”
