My confused, needy boy was vibrating with the overwhelming sensation but I knew it was only going to get better for him.
“I can see how much you love this, but it’s going to get even better before I’m done enjoying you.” Generally speaking, we never made reaching an orgasm our goal because sometimes his brain just wouldn’t let him get there, but today was different. “You’re never going to forget how much fun you’re going to give me.”
We’d see how he defined it later, but he was going to enjoy the learning experience no matter what.
“First we need to make your ass nice and pretty for me.” That didn’t mean I stopped rubbing the head of his cock, though. “How am I going to do that?”
Was he tracking what I was saying?
Waiting, I was patient and used his cock as the best fidget toy ever while he gathered up stray brain cells or processed the question. After a few moments, he sucked in a breath and seemed to get enough oxygen to function. “A...a spanking. You’re going to give me a spanking, Master.”
“That’s right.” Giving him a quick peck, I smiled as he whined against my lips. “My good boy.”
For a variety of reasons.
He didn’t know what to say to that, so he stayed quiet and seemed to sink closer to subspace again. That was fine with me because he’d already told me everything I needed to know. It was time to completely overwhelm his body so his mind could slowly process what had happened.
“You’re going to look so sexy when I’m done with you.” Kissing his neck that time, I double-checked everything was ineasy reach while he shivered and fought to stay still. He hadn’t needed to work at it to begin with, but it was slowly getting more difficult, not that he seemed to realize it yet.
My boy was slowly noticing his body but I’d found he didn’t even think about hunger signals unless he was watching out for me. He was absolutely amazing at faking most things like that, so I was having to learn when he was fooling himself and when he was being genuine.
It was a work in progress.
“I’m going to move you.” I waited a second to make sure he’d heard me before actually shifting him deeper on the bed. He braced himself carefully and didn’t seem startled, earning another kiss. “Good boy.”
“You’re...you’re going to spank me.” He seemed distracted enough that I wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. “You’re going to decide what happens.”
“That’s right.” Because I loved making decisions for times like this and he hated it. “I know what I’m going to do to you and how I’m going to enjoy you.”
Quickly stripping off my clothes, I was ready before he lost his headspace and before he decided he needed to open his eyes. We were going to need a few masks but he seemed to be content just to keep them closed himself this time.
At some point I was going to figure out how it helped him but for the moment headspace mattered more than taking time to find another option.
Nothing said I needed to worry about anything as I climbed up on the bed, though. His head cocked and he tracked my movements, but besides a subtle wiggle, he seemed calm. “I like that you enjoy me.”
Processing time was a bit slow, but I was glad to hear what he was thinking. “I enjoyed you the first time you sat on my lap.”
Shifting him again, I laid him over my lap and smiled as he relaxed his body to make it easy to move him into the right position. When he was stretched out, I stroked my hand over his back and down to his ass. “I wanted to touch this ass the first time you sat down on my lap, but I noticed it as you turned to sit across from me.”
Ferris shivered as he let out a deep breath but I wasn’t sure if it was about the memory or my touch at the moment. “I didn’t know what I wanted but you were so...you were special. I couldn’t explain it.”
I kept up the slow caress to keep him relaxed, and made a pleased sound I knew he understood. I was careful to use the same sounds every time and he’d quickly learned to read them without having to think about it. “You fascinated me and the way you wanted to brat out the situation was the cutest thing I’d seen in a very long time.”
His sigh made me smile all over again. “I was so frustrated but it feels so far away.”
“Another world.” He’d just been living in the wrong reality and now he’d found where he belonged. “Now you’re home, though. It just took you a while to find it.”
“I found you, though.” Another breath seemed to let out the rest of his stress, so I gave him a nice, thuddy spank that probably filled him with warmth. I’d aimed for firm and just hard enough to spark something in him, and based on the low moan he let out, I’d gotten it right. “I was looking in all...all the wrong places.”
Giving him another spank, I alternated between his cheeks, going slow enough to let the pleasure wash through him before spanking him again. This was just our warm-up and I didn’t want to rush him. “You were looking in the typical places everyone says to. You made the best decisions you could.”
If Ferris hadn’t said he was looking to date men, people were going to assume straight or possibly ace depending on the person he talked to. I was pretty sure that’d been part of the issue when it’d come to Conner. If he’d thought Ferris was forcing himself to do something that went against his nature, it would’ve made him difficult to deal with.
“I’m...I’m smart enough to know something was wrong.” Normally that would’ve frustrated him more than all his bad dates, but he was too relaxed to feel it at the moment.
“You just needed a reason to look in other places.” I was actually amazed he’d ended up at the club to begin with. “I’m incredibly proud of you.”
“I’m just...” His voice trailed off as another shiver raced through him, but he wasn’t ready to wind down completely yet. “I’m just not typical.”
