Page 87 of Wild Stars

I don’t miss the way his body melts, or the way his chest heaves with breath from my forced proximity.

He squirms beneath me and I push him back.

He falls against the bed easily, his gaze full of hunger.

“Will it...will it hurt?”he asks, his voice carrying an innocence his gaze does not.

I stop for a moment as I look at him, and something in his tone pulls my attention.

“I have studied your limits.I won’t do anything you don’t?—”

“Oh no, not the punishment.I mean the...when...”

“English, Dare.”

“I’ve never...bottomed before,” he says, his cheeks reddening.“I should’ve noted that on the form, but there wasn’t apreference,and?—”

Somehow, this doesn’t surprise me.

It also sparks intrigue, but at the moment, I cannot focus on my desires, or my punishments.

I need tocarefor Dare, and that means putting his needs above my own.

“Yes,” I say as I turn to my duffel, knowing exactly what I need for this lesson.“But if you are prepared enough, trained enough, it won’t hurt as much.”

“Trained?”he asks, his voice darkening just a hair.

I find my tools and stalk closer to him, laying them out on the bed next to me.

“Take off your pants, now,” I order.

Dare looks up at me, and I can see him debating whether or not to listen.

But thankfully, he does.

The sight of him naked before me, his thick, pink cock bobbing in the air, glistening with precum, tells me this is going to be a most enjoyable lesson.

“Yes, my little wild star.I told you, your body is capable of great things.”I squeeze some cold lubricant onto my fingers.

Dare’s pupils dilate again as he watches me, full understanding befalling him.

“Say it,” I order.

I watch his lips part, his chest heave, making the wings of his tattoo dance over his nipples.

“M...my...”The strain in his voice is evident as his cock twitches.

“Say it, Dare.”

“My body is capable of great things,” he repeats, his voice loud and clear.

I push his legs open, wasting no time as I take him into my mouth, which causes him to groan and nearly jump off the bed.

“Oh fuck,” he yelps.

His hands find my hair, and when I know he’s good and distracted, I start to massage and rub his entrance, in the same torturous way he did to me a week ago.

“Oh my God,” his voice catches as I slowly tease his entrance, making him curse, and only then, do I slide my finger in his tight hole.

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