Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He jerked in response. “Yes, Mistress.”
She flicked the nipple she had just sucked next and watched his abs ripple in response. “Do you want me to suck your cock some more?”
“Yes, Mistress, but…”
“But?”
“I might come,” he answered.
“You aren’t allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
“Understood, Mistress.”
“Good...” She really didn’t like the idea of calling him a “boy.” He was far from that. “Stud” might be more fitting. Although, she couldn’t confirm if he was or wasn’t one yet. Hopefully soon. “What else do you have in that toy box? May I look in it?”
“You may, Mistress.”
“Don’t move. Not one inch.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Hope went over and picked up the box, setting it on the bed so she could dig through it.
Edible lube. Cock rings. Nipple clamps.
Ooo. Yes. She pulled the clamps out and set them aside.
The anal beads made sense since he was bi. She pulled those out, too. “Do you have regular lube?”
“Yes, in my nightstand, along with condoms, Mistress.”
“Good,” she murmured, continuing to dig.
A small vibrator. Another cock ring that vibrated. A silicone glove that was textured for pleasure and most likely used for jerking off or to stimulate a man’s prostate. A silicone sleeve-ring. Also most likely used for self-pleasuring.
Damn, would she love to watch him masturbate. She felt a little trickle between her legs just from that thought alone.
Also in the box were nylon restraints for wrists and ankles, but funny enough, no real handcuffs. Something you’d think a former cop would have in his toolbox.
She also couldn’t find any impact toys like whips or paddles. No gags either.
Interesting.
She picked up the black, textured glove and slipped it onto her hand. It was a little big but she could work with it. “You said the lube and condoms are in your nightstand? Do I have permission to get those?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She grabbed the tube of lube and set a couple of condoms aside. Popping open the tube, she generously squirted some on the glove, concentrating on the index and middle fingers. Once it was prepped, she went back over to where he stood and grabbed his arm with her glove-free hand. “This way about five steps, Handsome. Now lean over, place your hands on the mattress, and spread your feet apart.”
She didn’t miss him quiver as he got into position and she stepped behind him.
She kicked off her sandals and used her own foot to encourage him to spread his legs wider. “Farther apart. Tip your ass up and out.”
Now was as good a time as any to get herself naked. She didn’t want the silicone-based lube to get on her clothes. She glanced at the lubed glove. Damn it, she should’ve thought about getting undressed first. “Stay right there. I want to get naked first.”
She pulled off the glove and set it carefully to the side before shucking her shorts and panties, then divesting herself of her crop top and bra. She slipped the glove back on and once again moved to stand behind him.
She appreciated the fact he had obeyed and hadn’t moved an inch. “Palms stay on the bed, your feet on the floor. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled. She would soon see how still he kept. She squirted a tiny bit more lube over his tight hole, enough that it glistened, then she gently pushed her gloved index finger against him, encouraging him to loosen up.
As soon as he did, she slipped one finger inside him, working the lube around. His head dropped lower and he groaned.
“Don’t move. No matter what I do.”
His answering, “Yes, Mistress,” sounded more strained this time. Maybe because she was finger fucking him as well as actively searching for his magical spot. As soon as she stroked it, a breath hissed from him.
She continued to stimulate his P-spot until his hole tightened around her and his hips twitched slightly. She pulled back, added her middle finger, and began to fuck him all over again. She didn’t want him to come, but she did want to take him to that sweet edge.
A noise rose up his throat that reminded her of a growl and he tensed, most likely to keep from thrusting his hips. A quick glance showed that his hands were no longer flat but now clutching the bedding in a death grip.
He released an audible sigh when she pulled her gloved fingers free. She spotted the anal beads she had pulled from his toy box. Removing the glove once again, she grabbed them. It was a string of connected plastic balls, the smallest at around a quarter inch, the largest at the end right before the pull ring had to be about an inch. She lubed it up good.
After going back to him, she asked, “How often have you used the anal beads?”
“Here and there.”
That meant he probably used them more often than not. When she pictured him using the glove to masturbate with those beads firmly planted up his ass, more arousal trickled from her.