Page 27 of Sub Mission

“Really? Hmmmm,” he murmured as he added a part to each side of the table. The new sections went behind both of my knees and when he hit another button on the table, it started moving the new pieces further back. And further. And fucking further. Before he stopped the machine, my knees were nearly flat against my chest.

He glanced down at his watch and said, “Well, Baker, that only took you about nine minutes. It may have felt like hours, but it was really just a short nine minutes.” He smiled down at me and added, “But the first one is always the fastest. The second orgasm takes much longer.”

“Second? What? No, you’re kidding, right?” I nearly shrieked in alarm.

He shook his head from side to side. Then the thumping started.

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Seth

His second orgasm had taken thirty-seven minutes and he’d called me every dirty name in the book. Three times. Oh, and either he spoke several languages, or he’d made up new curse words to call me, I wasn’t sure which it was. He was so fucking cute when he was sexually frustrated. Fifteen minutes had passed, and he was still sipping at the bottle of water I’d given him. His eyes shot poison darts in my direction. I’d released his wrists and put the exam table back into a more comfortable position, but left his ankles secured into the stirrups.

I fiddled with the two remaining toys on my cart and ignored his death ray glare. “You know, I can’t believe such ugly words could come from such sweet lips, Baker. I’m shocked at some of the things you had to say. You could have simply dropped the bell or said your safe word and it would have all ended immediately.”

“Fuck you, Seth,” he snapped. “Fuck you. Fuck your daddy. And fuck your mommy. Fuck the whole fucking family.” Like the fuck word wasn’t enough, he flipped me a bird.

“Are you angry?”

This time, he had to bite back a grin. “You know that was torture, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware,” I answered.

“You could have touched my cock and helped a guy out, you know. Hell, you could have simply waved a hand over it, and I would have shot my load. But, would you? Noooooo!” He drew the word out into three syllables. “You have an evil streak in you at least a mile long.”

“Thank you,” I answered pleasantly. He rolled his eyes. “Are you ready to continue? You still have two more of my beautiful toys to try out today.” I pulled my chair around to sit it in front of him again. “Just let me know when you’re good to go.”

Even in his exhausted state, he was able to narrow his eyes and glare at me. I watched him take several more sips of the water and noted just how incredibly sexy he could make that simple gesture appear. Every move Baker made enticed me to imagine doing wicked things to his body.

He held the empty bottle of water out to me and said, “Bring it.”

Well, I had to give him a good solid ‘A’ for enthusiasm and pure grit. We’d see what kind of grade I gave him after his next test. “Would you like to select the next toy, or shall I?” I asked sweetly. “You remember what two to choose from, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he answered in what I guess sounded like a nonchalant, bored voice. He’d failed.

“Let’s go with the ball thingie. I can do that one with no problem.”

He was even cuter when he tried to be cocky. I pulled the black silicone anal ball dildo from beneath the white sheet. It was twelve inches in length and comprised of different sized round balls, the first one being about the size of a pinball and gradually moving to the size of a ball used with pool tables and ending with one the size of a softball. The toy was certainly for a very experienced, well-stretched man or, more often than not, given as a gag gift at parties. I held it in front of him and reassured his worries with, “Don’t worry, I’ll use plenty of lube.”

His eyes widened into silver dollars and the bell dropped from his hand at the same time he squeaked out, “Rainbow.”

I smiled. He’d done well with his second test. I needed to trust he would safe word me if I put him into a position he wasn’t comfortable with. “Well done, Sweet Tart,” I told him as I sat the toy back onto the cart and then carefully removed the stimulator still buried in his ass. He moaned and hissed as I pulled it free. I gave his ass a friendly pat and then moved to release him from the exam table. As I began unfastening the restraints at his ankles, I said, “You’ve done well today, Baker. You made me very proud.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he murmured. “Are we finished?”

“Yes, you’ve had more than enough for today. Stand up for me. Slowly, Baker. Your body has been through a myriad of feelings and emotions. You’ll probably feel somewhat lightheaded.”

“I…I thought we were doing more, though,” he said as he put his feet on the floor and moved slowly, like I’d requested.

When I saw his body sway, I said, “Don’t be greedy, Baker. Who knows your body even better than you?”

“My Dom, Sir,” he answered meekly. Disappointment simmered in his blue eyes—which he could barely hold open.

“Correct. Now, stop whining.” I bent over slightly so I could get a comfortable handle and then tossed him over my shoulder. He yelped in alarm and I answered it with a firm swat to his ass. “Behave!”

“What in the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “I can walk, you know.”

“It’s my decision whether you walk, or I carry you. Hush.” I crossed the room and reached for the door handle. About that same time, his hand caressed my ass.

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