Desire made him slightly unsteady as he stepped out of his pants and I peeled off his socks. He clung to me like I was his lifeline in the storm until I was standing and wrapped around his scantily clad body. The T-shirt and briefs were almost perfect, but I’d meant what I said when I told him the other day how cute he would look in a tight undershirt.
Those were going to be at the top of the list of things to look for, along with a few other things I knew he was curious about. As I thought about everything I would eventually get for him, I skimmed my hands down his back to palm his nearly naked ass.
I could feel every curve of his body and every tiny jerk of muscles as he shivered. He’d vaguely downplayed discussions of how far he’d gone sexually, but as he looked up at me and moaned at my touch, I had a feeling he was more innocent than I’d expected.
A boyfriend probably shouldn’t ask about how many men he’d been with…not when he was naked and hard in my arms, but a slightly caveman Master could get away with much more. Stroking my fingers up the middle of his ass, I leaned my head down and nibbled his ear. “How far have you gone, my boy? Has anyone else touched your cock…tasted your sweet cum? What about this sexy ass? How wicked has my naughty boy been?”
I might have been a bit possessive, but I needed to know how slow to take things.
My sweet boy blushed and tucked his face against my neck as he groaned in embarrassment. “But—”
“No.” I squeezed one cheek to get his attention. “The answer won’t matter one way or the other, but I need to know how far you’ve been and what you’ve done.”
Especially if he’d done something he hadn’t liked.
My dramatic boy sighed but nodded like he knew it was inevitable. “I’ve traded blow jobs, but that’s about it.”
I knew living out of his car hadn’t been easy, so that really didn’t surprise me. “Have you played with your ass? Have you thought about what your Master might do to you one day?”
He’d been down the internet rabbit hole enough times that at the very least he had to have gotten curious. His funny, overly dramatic moan said I was right. “Yes. Yes.”
This was fun.
Rewarding his answer, I kept teasing his ass and kneading the muscles so the cheeks would spread apart just enough for him to feel on display even if he was technically still covered. “Did you finger yourself as you pictured your Master pounding into you?”
His hips thrust forward to grind his dick against me. It was instinctual on his part, but I spanked him anyway. “Naughty boy.”
Gasping through the painful pleasure, he sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry, Master.”
My needy, naughty boy.
Nibbling on his ear, I let my voice go deep and rough. “I’m going to have spank you. Just reminding you of your place hasn’t worked. You’re too naughty.”
He melted into me and his dick seemed to be the only thing hard in his body. His erection was the only reason I knew he hadn’t come. I had a feeling he’d been dreaming of this for a long time. I tugged on the fabric of his briefs just enough to give him the impression of pulling them down. “I’m going to have to bend you over my lap and bare your bottom. It’s the only way you’re going to remember how to behave.”
He was going to melt into a puddle of cum on the kitchen floor if I didn’t get him into bed soon. Reluctantly releasing his briefs, I kept a hand on his ass and started moving us toward the back of the cabin. If he’d been naked, his dick would have been leading the way, but the tight underwear kept it almost flush to his body.
We were both silent as we walked back to my bedroom. I knew there were more things we needed to talk about before we had sex, but they could wait until he was lost in the pleasure and forgot to be embarrassed. As I stripped off his shirt and started running my hands over his body, he gave me a pleading look.
“Can I…” He swallowed hard and licked his lips, forcing out the words. “Can I take off your boots?”
I had a feeling his request was less about actually helping me and more about his fantasy of being used by his Master, so I nodded and leaned against the bed. “Kneel.”
Oh yes, his dick jumped at the word and I could see precum staining the white cotton. “Yes, Sir.”
He sank down gracefully like he’d done the motion a thousand times in his mind, even if he’d never done it in real life. With a careful touch and complete focus, he slowly removed my boots before looking up questioningly, stroking one sock-clad foot. “Sir?”
“That’s fine.” I couldn’t decide if his submissive side leaned toward service or if he liked being used, but something about taking off my shoes and socks had him slipping deeper toward subspace again. I could see the lost look sliding over his eyes and his body started to relax even though his cock was harder than ever.
“Stand.” Reaching down, I took his hands to make sure he was steady enough to obey.
As he stood, I wrapped my arms around him and just relished the ability to touch him without having to hold back. Stroking over his ass, I traced around the tight leg openings. “One of the first things I’m going to buy for you is more briefs. You’re not going to wear anything else.”
His cheeks pinked slightly, but he nodded, leaning into me.
I eased one finger under the band to caress his bare skin. As he moaned, I chuckled low and rough. “Well, maybe some toys to decorate my sexy submissive. You’d look sexy in nothing but tight briefs and a plug that’s just barely visible under the stretched white cotton.”
His body jerked and I knew I’d hit on something. “Have you played with toys?”
Just because he hadn’t explored that side of his desire with other people didn’t mean he hadn’t discovered the joys of adult toys. His groan answered that question perfectly, but I made him say the words anyway.
Giving his ass a pat, I urged him to speak. “I asked you a question, boy.”
“Yes.” He must have guessed my next question because he kept going even though it was hard. “I have a plug and dildo.”
“How long have you been playing with those toys, dirty boy?” The words might have been rough, but I knew he could tell how turned on I was.
He groaned. “Last…Christmas.”
“Oh, did Santa bring my wicked boy toys for Christmas?” It was so easy to imagine a nervous but determined Joseph sitting there, talking himself into ordering something like that. He would’ve gone back and forth about wasting money, but in the end, he’d given in.
He nodded, still keeping his face hidden against my shoulder. “Since Santa only brings toys to good boys, you must have been very good last year. And it looks like you’ve been even better this year because he brought you a Master this year.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “It just arrived a few days early.”
Smiling, I had to fight back a laugh. Daddies got to laugh at smart-ass comebacks, not Masters, so I smacked his ass again. “You don’t seem very grateful for your Master.”
He moaned, the pleasure chasing away the nervous embarrassment over telling me about the toys…toys he probably had upstairs. I was starting to get curious about what else was in that second duffel bag he never seemed to open.