Page 29 of We Own Each Other

“Put them in.”

His hand began to move. He was still shaking his head, but he was just like me. If he had wanted to, he could easily ignore my command or at least say his safe word. He wanted to keep going.

So why was he trying to avoid finishing this?

I wanted to ask, but I didn’t get the chance. The last metal ball clacked against the one at the cusp of my entrance, and then pushed it inside. I cried out, glancing down at my stomach, which was beginning to visibly bulge with all of them filling me up. In a rush, the fourth one clacked against the third, then the fifth followed soon after.

There was that final searing pain, followed by a sweet release, as the formerly cold metal began to warm to my body heat. My cock had long gone soft, but still twitched with a residual orgasm.

I panted and groaned, honestly ready to just fall asleep as I was — full and ruined. But I had a goal. In our first play together, we had ended up in a similar way: me naked and completely satisfied, and Corin fully clothed. Though he seemed satisfied, I had hardly doted on him as I had my partners in the past.

I wouldn’t let that happen this time.

I peered past my bulging stomach and down to Corin’s crotch, perfectly situated between my legs, but once again, I found nothing.

No bulge.

Not even a twitch.

Frowning, I just had to ask:

“Are you not turned on?”

Corin jolted, his head shaking furiously.

“No, no! It’s not that! I am turned on, I swear! It’s just…”

And he fell silent.

I couldn’t imagine what the explanation was, but I figured where words failed, an image could do just as well. So, I commanded:

“Take out your cock.”

He winced, the blush in his cheeks steadily spreading across the bridge of his nose. Whatever he was trying to hide was clearly something that terrified him. His hands shook as he reached for his belt, and he was making quiet, whimpering sounds, as if it was taking an immense effort just to do that.

Then, he pushed his pants down, and his underwear went right along with them.

It became clear exactly why he was trying so hard to avoid exposing himself to me.

His penis was almost impressively small. Having been with more Doms than Subs, I was used to the much larger, more domineering things that were laughably huge — things that threatened to split you open from the inside out if you let them.

This was… cute.

No, it was absolutely adorable.

And I wanted nothing more than to play with it to my heart’s content, but I was still frozen in place.

I glanced up into Corin’s face, but his eyes were cast down and to the side, the blush having made its way down to his neck.

“Let me play with it.”

His gaze flickered up, those red jewels sparkling even in the dim lighting under the black canopy of his bed.

In a cold and distant voice, he commanded:

“Relax.”

Finally, I could move, and I couldn’t help smiling as I gripped the little thing fully in my fist and gave it a squeeze.