Page 43 of Becoming the Owners
“Oh yes.” Nibbling on one cheek, I pressed one finger against his tight opening. “And next time, I’m going to make it even prettier, baby. Maybe I’ll even make you do a fashion show for me after I spank you so we can see what your delectable outfits look like with a sexy pink bottom peeking out.”
His purr of utter contentment and desire could’ve been because of my finger, but I knew my birdie—he loved the idea of showing off. We were just going to have to find the right audience for that fun.
Sliding my finger in and out to slowly stretch him, I squeezed one cheek. “Everyone will see how much I want you and that you’re mine.”
Teasing him with dirty ideas about what everyone would be thinking and what they’d be imagining, I let the fantasies build as I added a second finger. When he was moaning and rocking back against me, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Giving him another spank that had him sucking in a breath and clenching around my fingers, I eased out of him and grabbed the condom. Before he could feel too empty, I had the condom on and was back to teasing his sexy ass.
Kissing my way up his back, I stretched out over him, wrapping myself around him as my dick slid along his entrance. “There are so many dirty ways I can show off my sexy boy once my club is open. The people there won’t get shocked by a spanked ass or even a plug peeking out of the bottom of your sexy outfit.”
Reaching down between us, I pushed the head of my cock into him as I tempted him with being plugged and made the fantasy even more real. He gasped around me and moaned, pressing back against me for more.
Spanking his ass again, I fed him another inch of my dick and groaned as he clenched around me. “They’d know what a dirty little bird I have and they’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
Slowly starting to rock and take me deeper, he whined as a shiver raced through him. “You…I belong to you.”
“That’s right, baby.” Stroking over the area I’d just spanked, I slid deeper into him, filling him slowly and making him desperate for more. “All mine. Every inch of your sexy body and every wonderfully dirty fantasy…every sweet word that you give me…and every naughty demand.”
Filling him the rest of the way in one quick thrust, I grinned as he gasped and moaned, pushing his ass up against me. “That’s right. All mine. My needy boy.”
My pretty bird made another desperate sound, whining and trying to rock back to get me to move. Giving him what hewanted, I made love to him, keeping a slow pace that would drive him insane. “My pretty bird that loves showing off.”
“But I’m all yours.” Clenching his smooth heat around me, he seemed adamant that I remembered who he belonged to.
“That’s right, pretty bird. All mine.” Giving him a few rough thrusts, I slowed back down, making love more than fucking. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows it. Everyone is going to know that my pretty bird belongs to me.”
The possessive words seemed to be pushing him more toward his orgasm than anything my dick was doing, but I wasn’t offended. He needed them more than he needed anything else I could give him. Kissing over his shoulders and along his neck, I started taking him deeper and harder as I did my best to make him feel owned and loved.
“A collar. A tattoo. There are so many ways I can show you off, pretty bird.” A ring. A partnership. “I’m going to pull you so deep into my world that you’ll never be able to escape me, baby.”
His body tightened around me as he whined and dug his fingers into the bed. “You’re going to make me…It’s not…”
Chuckling, I lifted off him and gave his ass another spank as I fucked him harder. “Is that how you talk to your Dom?”
His back arched and his head fell back. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
God, the word was beautiful falling out of his lips completely unprompted.
I wasn’t sure if he meant to say it or not, but I couldn’t fight the rush of emotion when the word tumbled out. “If you want to come, you need to ask nicely, birdie. You don’t want to mess up your new sexy clothes, do you?”
He groaned, and it sounded like part embarrassment, part frustration, and all desire. “Master…”
Oh, he was going to push me at every turn but his submission would be so sweet. Giving him an incentive to be a good boy for me this time, I teased at the strings holding the underwear in place. “Are you going to be sweet for me? Do naughty boys get to come?”
The idea of not getting an orgasm had a jolt running through his entire body. Even as he sucked in a breath and shook his head, he didn’t safeword or even argue with me. “I’ll be good. You just make me feel…God, Master, please…”
He was too beautiful and too tempting to deny.
Releasing the sexy decoration that was barely hiding his cock, I loved the excited way he sucked in a breath as it fell to the bed. Whatever he was going to say was lost as I leaned over him again and wrapped my hand around his dick. “Oh…that’s…”
That was all he needed to start his race to the finish. In seconds, he was fighting for words and his body seemed to be getting tighter around me. As his cock started to throb in my hand, I kissed his neck. “Come.”
The timing was perfect and seemed to throw Conner over the edge. As he cried out his orgasm, filling the room with his pleasure, I started fucking him harder and followed him over as soon as his body started to melt under me.
When we were both boneless and breathing heavy, I kissed him one last time before sitting up and easing out of him. “Don’t move, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Disposing of the condom in the en suite, I quickly cleaned up and brought a washcloth back for Conner. He’d barely moved,just shifting his head so it looked like he was curled up and asleep on the bed. He was so sweet, but he got even cuter as he scrunched his face up as I wiped over his ass and cleaned up the cum underneath him. “That’s weird.”
