Page 79 of Broken Bonds
Todd smiles. “Ah, we’ve hit the edging portion of the festivities, haven’t we?”
I’m barely capable of thought, much less speech, so I whine.
He looks at my hand and I tighten my grip.
He holds up the milker’s controller, which is on a long cord, and lifts an eyebrow as he moves his thumb like he’ll switch it off.
I glare and shake my head as much as I can, growling.
Don’t you fucking dare.
He laughs and ruffles my hair. “I know, pup. It’s such a conundrum, right? Just imagine if you were doing this while I’m rutting you and you’ve got someone else’s cock down your throat? While we spit-roast you between?—”
I scream around Todd’s erection when that climax catches me off-guard and wrings me out like a dishrag.
The incessant tug of the milker closes in on painful, and now I understand the genius of using the numbing lube. Plus, there’s no way I can come again.
Right?
As I catch my breath I look up at him and there’s that arched eyebrow, a silent question, and with every nerve ending in my body I stare into his eyes and think I’ll finally safeword.
My body, however, has other plans.
“Green,” I mumble around his cock.
Oh, I am already addicted to the elk’s sexy smile. “Good boy,” he coos.
There goes my cock, slowly chugging up the cliff again.
The little cock that could.
Fuck.
Yes!
Chapter Thirty-Six
Todd
Starry Wishes
If I shut the milker off right now, I might have to leave Mal there and let someone else come free him while I run for my life.
Again, not an uncommon reaction in newbies to my fun room. I have fun even if I’m not actively involved in fucking them or getting sucked because the sexy energy radiating off them as they cycle through the pleasure-pain of being forced to repeatedly orgasm, whether they want to or not, is just…special.
The helplessness, the handing over control to their own body and basic instincts while the milker chugs away.
Ironically, while I’ve had people safeword, I’ve never had someone safeword during their very first milker session.
Ever.
I’m talking at least fifty guys over the years.
Especially when they’re strapped down like this.
I’ve had guys who weren’t on their first session safeword two or three orgasms into the process—yes, they were immediately released—but their first time?
It’s like they connect to the Goddess and commune with Her for a while because their body yanks them into another plane of consciousness.
