His touch was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I was capable of thinking about. Everything else melted away.
There wasn’t any noise in my head. No doubts. No worries. Only his touch. Only him.
Finally.
It felt like I’d been waiting longer than five weeks for this. Like maybe I’d been longing for him before I even knew he existed, some restless part of me only able to settle in his presence.
“You’re so good, pup.” His voice was low. “So beautiful.” My cock twitched at the praise. I groaned.
He circled again, stopping behind me.
Fingers tapped against the plug.
“You’re so full, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “You are.”
More pressure, firmer. His palm maybe. The chains connected to my ankles clinked together as my legs jerked. I moaned.
“What should I do with you?”
Silence. I realized he wanted an answer, but my mind was already powering down and talking would take far more effortthan usual. Because he was here. He had me. He’d take care of everything.
I nodded.
“Yes?”
Nod.
“I’ll decide?”
Nod.
“Anything?”
“Green,” I whispered, barely louder than a breath. “Anythin’.”
His exhale was heavy. “Okay.”
He abandoned the plug, tracing my crease. Up. Back down. Lower. Over the swell of my ass to the tops of my thighs. I gasped. The chains clinked at my feet. He did it again. My legs twitched. The chains clinked.
“Sensitive here.”
Not a question. Lower. Down my hamstrings. The backs of my knees.Clink.
Down my calves. Then they came back up. My lower back.Clink.
Up and down my sides. Firmer than before. Pleasure rippled from wherever he touched. The back of my shoulders, up my neck, until fingers traced my hairline. Clinking from above me as my hands twitched.
Breathe.
He circled. In front of me again. My abs. My chest. A much firmer touch on both my nipples.Clink.
Lower. Over my stomach. Lower. Fingers through neatly trimmed hair.Clink.
My body was an instrument he was quickly learning how to play, finding every single spot that made me shudder and jerk, but moving on before I adjusted. Over my quads. My knees. My feet.
