The first finger penetrated me so slowly I knew he was doing it deliberately. Did he want me to remember this moment or was it about him? It was so easy to picture a sentimental man like Forest wanting to soak up every second.
When he finally sank as deep as he could go, he waited several torturously long seconds before pulling out just as slowly. He was fucking me in tender slow motion, but it was going to make me insane. If I thought being patient for my spanking was hard, this was even more frustrating.
I let out a low whine and spread my legs wider. Master chuckled as he continued his torture. “Do you want more? I don’t want to hurt my boy before I get a chance to play with him.”
He didn’t want to break his toy.
How fucking hot was that?
Frantic sounds tumbled out as I clenched down on his finger like it was my dildo or plug. Master groaned and squeezed down on one tender cheek as he continued fucking me. “Oh yes, my needy boy.”
His desperate boy.
His achingly empty boy.
One finger would never be enough.
“Please. Master. I can’t…” I squeezed the covers and pressed my legs into the mattress to keep from humping his lap or thrusting back against his finger.
I wanted to be good for him, but it was too much teasing.
“My impatient boy.” He didn’t seem frustrated by that, so I concentrated on the desire and command in his voice. “But I guess since it’s your first time pleasing me, I’ll forgive your impatience.”
There were flashes of frustration for not being good enough along with utter bliss that the wait might be finally over. “You’re going to have years to learn to give yourself to me where time doesn’t mean a thing. One day you’ll be able to be good for me while I tie you to the bed and edge you for hours. I think it’s going to take years of practice—but you want to be good for me, don’t you?”
I had to answer?
Whimpers must have worked because that was all I could manage, but he seemed pleased. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”
Fuck.
Every time he said that it was like he pulled me deeper inside him. His good boy…his needy boy…his. That was all I wanted…all I’d ever wanted. And now the faceless lover who I thought would never exist was my Daddy and Master.
Chapter 17
Forest
His body was hungry…pulling me in like he was held together with nothing but desperation and desire. He might not have ever let someone take him before, but he knew what he wanted and his body knew what to do.
Oh yes, my boy had enjoyed his time with his toys.
Need was coursing through him and I knew if I didn’t let him come soon, spontaneous combustion was going to become a distinct possibility. Adding a second finger went just as smoothly as the first except the frantic note in his wordless pleas got even stronger.
No, drawing things out too long wouldn’t be a good idea if I wanted to be inside him when he exploded.
I alternated between slow caresses along his back and rough kneading to his sensitive cheeks just to keep him on edge, and I had a feeling that back and forth was the only thing keeping him off balance enough to stay teetering on the edge.
When it was clear his body was relaxed enough for two, I eased out. Three might be better, but it wasn’t necessary—and from the way he’d responded to the spanking, I was fairly sure he didn’t need a lot of prep.
My naughty boy liked a bit of pain.
One day when we had nothing but time, I was going to stretch out his spanking and send him flying. But subspace wasn’t in our current plan.
As I eased my fingers out of his ass, he let out a low whine and arched his ass up, pleading. I gave it another firm smack right over his needy hole. “Be a good boy.”
Pleasure seemed to roll through him as his body strained and his head came off the bed. He was barely hanging on. I ran my hand over his pink ass. “Roll over on the bed. I want to see your face when I slide inside you.”
Oh, how he responded to dirty talk.
He was beautiful as every desire played out on his face and in his every response. Even when he was hiding his face against the bed, he telegraphed his emotions perfectly. And right now his emotions seemed to be focused on being frustrated as he figured out his legs didn’t want to work.
God, he was perfect.
Wrapping my arms around him, I helped him balance on all fours until he could sit up. As he lay back down on the bed, I dragged my hand down his chest to his straining but trapped erection. “My needy boy.”
If he felt exposed or uncomfortable in a negative way, I couldn’t see it. There were little flashes of pain as he wiggled on the bed and explored how his ass felt against the sheets and I could see a faint blush as I tugged the briefs over his cock but nothing that said I needed to pull back.
Rolling over, I pulled down his underwear slowly before tossing them to the bed. “Spread your legs.”
The words came out rough and full of desire. Joseph loved them, though, because his dick bobbed back and forth and his hands were scrambling to grip the covers. “No touching that pretty cock. Who does it belong to?”
As he fought to answer my question, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. That didn’t seem to help his ability to talk. Especially when I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly worked them down my thighs.
The more my body came into view, the less his mouth worked, so I wasn’t surprised to see him staring up at me as my boxer briefs joined my jeans at the end of the bed. I stretched over him, letting my dick slide against his and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I asked you a question, boy.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the show of domination or just the touch of my cock, but he gasped and jerked like lightning had shot through him. But the fiery sensation seemed to jump-start his brain because he swallowed hard. “You, Master. My cock belongs to you.”
There was no doubt how much he loved that.
Ownership.
What my boy wanted more than anything was to belong.
“That’s right.” I pressed another tender kiss to his lips. The innocence was completely at odds with all the wicked things I wanted to do with him and to him. “And if you want to come, you need to remember that.”
I was never going to let him forget that either.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Heart.
I wanted every inch of him.
Joseph was looking at me with such love it made my heart ache. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” As the sweet words fell from my lips, I sat up, kneeling between his legs, and reached for the lube again.
If I thought Joseph loved dirty talk, that was nothing compared to watching me touch myself. I couldn’t decide if he was a bit of a voyeur or if it was just about me specifically, but his pupils dilated and precum dripped from his cock as I slowly worked the lube over my erection.
When I was basically just jerking off to play with his frustration, I smiled and reached between his legs to tease his barely visible hole. “Are you ready for me, boy?”
Making him talk was probably mean, but since it kept him from getting so lost in his own fantasies that he came anyway, I didn’t feel bad about it. “Yes, Master.”
His words were husky as I pushed one leg up to open him so I could spread the last of the lube in his hole. I’d been generous before, but hurting him was the last thing I’d ever want. As he started to shake again, he closed his eyes and the covers started bunching around us.