Page 21 of The Magic of Discovery
“What is it about her? Tell me the truth.” He withdrew his hands from the button on my jeans with a sigh.
“I like the fact that I don’t feel like I’m drowning when I’m around her. There’s nothing, no emotions fucking bombarding me... It’s refreshing.” He whispered the last two words, pain lacing his voice. Leaning in, I put my forehead against his.
“I thought I did that for you?” I whispered back. I sounded vulnerable, and I didn’t like that shit. The last time I’d shown any sort of vulnerability, I’d been taught real quick that it was a weakness. Exposing myself emotionally wouldn’t get me anything, except my ass on a hospital bed in an emergency room.
“You do. I just, I don’t know— She’s just different.”
Inhaling deeply, I counted to ten. I needed to get my fucking head on straight.Less talking, more fucking.
“Well, Fischer. Get ready, because I’m about to take you so far outside of your own head you won’t know any name except mine, and I expect to hear it while I’m fucking you. Follow me.”
I released him then grabbed my bag from the table and headed to the back of the room where the couches were. I didn’t look behind me to make sure my pet was following; I could hear his footsteps and feel his eyes on my body. Just knowing that had my dick straining against my jeans, begging to be released.Not yet.
His hand trailed down my spine, and just before he reached my ass, I turned around and grabbed his wrist. Pulling him flush against my chest, I rumbled, “Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules, pet. Do I need to remind you, or are you going to be good and obedient?” Raising an eyebrow, I saw the reflection of my eyes in his, red and orange flickers starting to take over the cool blue.
“I’m sorry,” he replied, dropping his eyes to my feet. My cock pulsed.
“I’m sorry,what?” I bit out, gripping his chin and squeezing.
“Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Hmm. I don’t know if you mean that. You can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?” Releasing his chin, I dropped down onto the couch, my thighs spreading wide to accommodate the swelling that was becoming uncomfortable. Fischer’s eyes locked on me as I smirked and palmed my erection while lazily pulling my phone from my pocket. Continuing my attention to my dick, I didn’t glance at him as I scrolled slowly through my playlists. A sharp exhale from his lips let me know how badly he wanted this, how much he craved me, and the escape I could provide for him. Just as he was about to start begging, I hit play, and rock music drifted from my phone, hard and angry, just like me.
“Strip,” I commanded. “Do it slowly.”
Fischer grabbed the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his ripped torso, his flushed cheeks disappearing as the clothing blocked his face from my view. He didn’t have as much definition as myself or Cam, but he was still a brick house.Fitting, because I’m the big bad wolf, and he’s going to let me in.Fish dropped his shirt, the red fabric bright against the pale linoleum. Flicking my gaze back to his chest, I admired the expanse of his shoulders and the inked design that painted his beautiful skin. Huge dragon wings, dripping in vivid colors, spread wide across his chest from shoulder to shoulder, his expression of ultimate freedom.
His hands ran down his chest and stomach, following the trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath his waistband, his hips rolling slowly to the beat of the song that I could no longer hear.Fuck, he is so damn sexy.My mouth was watering as I thought of dragging my tongue over the same paths his hands were taking, my fists balled hard when he began working the button of his jeans, his gaze practically setting me on fire. Hooking his thumbs in the band of his boxers, he slid them down his thighs, right along with his jeans, his thick cock bobbing with the motion.
Shit, I want my hands wrapped around his length, squeezing hard enough for him to squirm.But not yet. As much as I wanted the sexual release, I needed him to obey me, and I had to take care of his needs. He trusted me with this exchange, and we both benefited from these sessions.
“You look good, pet, so hard for your master.” My dick was hard as fucking steel and begging for some attention, but I liked to deny myself as it made the pay off so much sweeter. Letting my arms fall back across the couch, I got comfortable.
“I need you, Master.” His plea filled the air, and his hand reached for his dick.
“Stop.”
He froze, a whimper escaping his plump lips, and the urge to bite them rose in me like a tidal wave.
“Turn around. Let me see that ass,” I grunted, deep and husky.
He turned, obeying me immediately, keeping a wide stance. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his ass, couldn’t wait to leave my handprints all over his brown skin. He was blessed with a bubble butt, and no other ass had ever come close to his. A low groan escaped my lips as Fish bent forward, no doubt trying to tempt me into action.Motherfucker...
“Pet!” I barked. “What the fuck is that?” I stood up and approached him. With my question, he’d frozen, still as a statue. I ran my hand up the back of his thigh and over the curve of his ass cheek, pushing him forward so his palms were flat on the ground.
“It’s a surprise for you, Master,” he replied, like it was no big deal.He fucking knows how I feel about surprises. No thank you. I fucking swear he’s just living to taunt me tonight.
Squatting down behind him, I spread his cheeks apart further, finding a red and orange plug buried deep in his ass.Fuck. Me.
“When did you put this in, pet? I know you didn’t do it here. Did you ride your bike here with this in your ass?” I asked as I pressed on it, pushing it further into him. He exhaled sharply, groaning as I continued applying pressure.
“Mmm, I put it in a few hours before we left. I wanted to be ready for this, and I thought you would appreciate it, Master.”
“It does look nice, and knowing that you were clearly anticipating this...” I sighed and stood up. I dragged my fingers over his back before stepping away from him. “You are a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Finish taking those clothes off then stand up straight.”
He’d known what he was doing. He stretched himself out to prepare for my cock, and by the fucking stars, I am going to give it to him.A shiver worked its way down my body, and I ripped my black t-shirt off and threw it on the couch. Undoing my jeans, I stepped out of my boots and socks. My pants dropped to the floor just as Fischer turned around to face me, taking in the tight ass pair of black boxer briefs that were pulled snugly across the tops of my thighs, my cock straining for freedom.
Fischer’s eyes scanned my body, his breath hitching. “Fuck, Master.Please.”
