Page 53 of The Best Bad Decision

Yes.

I was…

That was…

“Roll over.” Casimir’s tone was firm as he patted right over the plug, sending another wave of hot pleasure through me. “I’m ready to enjoy you, baby.”

He was ready.

He was ready to enjoy me.

That was the goal.

I needed to please him but my arms and legs weren’t working together. They were impossible to control at the same time and every move made the plug feel even bigger. By the time I was up on all fours, it felt heavy and long as it knocked into my prostate like a hammer.

I was probably making sounds but all my focus was on getting onto my back and not letting the plug make me orgasm. Casimir wasn’t done with me yet so that meant I couldn’t come. That was one of the main rules of submission. He controlled when I came. My Dom was in charge of my pleasure. Masters needed to use their subs before their subs could come. Master had said. He said. He controlled my orgasms.

Even if he needed to cage me to keep me from being bad.

The world spun again as I finally made it over and found myself staring up at the ceiling. The smooth white surface made it hard to get my balance and it felt almost like I would fly away without something to ground me.

Master.

A Master grounded their sub.

Casimir.

“That’s right, baby.” He slid over me, straddling me and holding me down to the bed. “I’m going to keep you safe and keep you right here for me to play with.”

“It’s…you…” He needed to enjoy me. “I…”

I didn’t have to do anything but let him use me.

I didn’t have to do anything but let him use me.

I didn’t have to do anything but let him use me.

“You’re going to make me feel so good.” Master leaned over and grabbed the lube, stroking his erection against mine as he rocked back and forth.

His panties.

Somehow they’d disappeared, but before my brain could do more than grasp the random fact, he was back in place.

With a…a thing.

The internet kept calling them toys but I wasn’t sure that was the right word. Toy meant something innocent and fun. That. The restraint was…well, fun probably wasn’t the right word for it but I was at a loss as he wrapped the odd thing around the base of my cock and smiled.

It snapped in place.

Snapped.

It.

He.

“Oh…” Moaning out a sigh, Master caressed the almost belt-like restraint around my erection and smiled. “That’s…sexy isn’t even the right word for it, baby.”

He didn’t have the right words either.