Page 30 of We Own Each Other

Corin, adorably shy, murmured:

“I know it’s small.”

“Yeah. It’s perfect.”

While he jolted in shock, I started tugging the small thing toward me, completely enveloped in my grip. He cried out in pain, saying ‘ow’ over and over again as he shuffled forward. His hips had almost entirely pressed themselves into my thighs by the time he was close enough for his erect cock to even brush my entrance.

I stared up into his face, still burning so red his skin nearly matched his irises, and he was still avoiding meeting my gaze directly. That was just fine with me. I didn’t need him to look at me.

I just needed him to fuck me.

So, I commanded it:

“Fuck me.”

And his hips did just as they were supposed to do. They pushed forward, what little they could, and that minuscule cock of his barely tickled my flaring hole as it pushed up against the balls nestled inside me.

His eyes fell shut, mouth opening in a grimace. I wasn’t sure if it was pain from having thrusted up against metal or from the pleasure of my insides trying to clamp down tight enough to stroke him, but it was an enjoyable sight nonetheless. He held that visage, thrusting over and over against and inside me, making the metal balls inside dance and clack around in a rhythmic pulse.

It was humiliating being fucked by such a small dick, and it was that humiliation that sent me reeling. I could feel something, just on the edge of my subconscious, itching to take over. It felt warm and wet. Maybe even tingly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that frightened and intrigued me all at the same time.

I had mindlessly grabbed and dug my nails into Corin’s arms, falling into the throes of whatever this was, and it wasn’t until Corin groaned that I realized what I was doing.

I was entering subspace.

My body was no longer my own. It felt distant and fleeting, entirely engulfed by pure euphoria.

Switches could enter subspace. Corin was entirely right. And just as I was settling into it, I felt a gush of warmth filling the space between the metal inside me, finally coating me in the warmth I had desperately craved.

Corin shook and shook above me, groaning until he had emptied himself entirely. Then, he collapsed on top of me. His body heaved with deep and desperate breaths. I needed to give him aftercare, and he needed to do the same for me, but I was still in that warm place.

That fuzzy place of pure pleasure.

I got here because of Corin. Sure, Switches couldn’t technically have fated partners since we were neither Doms nor Subs, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t make our own fate. Corin had said just that himself, just like he said we could reach subspace.

If I could get here, so could Corin.

And I fully intended to take him into subspace with me someday.

And then, he would be mine.

Part Six

Corin

CHAPTER NINE

WHEN I OPENED my eyes, I found myself stuck to Luke’s body. We had fallen asleep right after all of our play, and my body was essentially plastered to his with sticky sweat. I gently pushed myself up, admiring Luke’s mussed red hair and that open and lax expression across his face.

But then I felt a jolt of pinching pain against my cock.

A chill coursed through my body as I realized Luke was still stuffed full with those metal balls, and my cock was the plug.

Soundlessly mouthing curses, I pulled my hips away from him, careful not to disturb him any more than I had to. He did stir and groan, punctuated by the light clacking of metal against metal, but he quickly settled right back into sleep. Despite my cock being stuck in him all night, his hole was almost completely closed again, the string and loop dangling out of him, still.

That visual, as alluring as it was, made my stomach turn.

It would take a lot of effort to get those things back out of him now. This was not how a responsible Dom would take care of a Sub. Sure, I was a Switch, but I still had a responsibility when I took on the role of a Dom.