Page 114 of Sliding into Love
"That's it," I murmur, settling back on his thigh.
My cock leaks against him as my arousal soars from watching him. This is what I don't necessarily expect people to understand about power exchange: the bottom gets all the attention, but the top experiences their own form of intensity.
Watching Kenneth fall apart—controlled, yes, but falling apart nonetheless—while I maintain perfect composure is its own kind of high. "You're so beautiful when you're struggling. Do you know that?"
Kenneth doesn't answer, probably because he can't. His breathing has become ragged, his body locked in tension, and I can see the moment he reaches the absolute precipice. I see the moment where he can't hold back anymore.
"Please," he begs, and this time, there's a note of genuine desperation in his voice that tells me he's at his limit. "Please, Your Majesty. I can't—I need?—"
I let him hang there for another few seconds, savoring the moment, savoring the knowledge that Kenneth is completelyat my mercy and would accept whatever I decide to do. Then, slowly, I smile.
"Come," I say simply, and I increase the speed to maximum. "Now, Kenneth. Come for me."
The relief on his face is immediate and profound. His entire body goes rigid, and I watch as he falls over the edge. His orgasm rips through him with an intensity that makes him cry out. The machine works him through it, and I don't slow it down, don't give him any mercy because that's not what he needs right now.
He needs the intensity, needs the overwhelming sensation, needs to know that I'm going to take him all the way through it.
"That's it," I say, my voice low and commanding. "That's right. Give it to me. Give me everything."
His climax seems to go on forever. Wave after wave of release, his body shaking, his cock pulsing with the force of it. And I'm watching every second, cataloging every expression, every sound, every moment of pleasure that crosses his face.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the intensity begins to fade. His body relaxes slightly, his breathing slowing, and I turn off the machine. The sudden absence of stimulation makes him shudder, and I quickly move to take off the attachment, setting it aside carefully.
For a moment, we just sit in the aftermath. Kenneth is still on his back, completely sated, completely boneless, and I'm straddling his torso, still very much aroused and with no intention of leaving that state anytime soon.
"Come here," I say, my voice still commanding despite the tenderness underneath it. "Kneel for me."
Kenneth moves slowly, his muscles clearly still somewhat uncooperative after the intensity of what he just experienced, but he does as I ask. He slides off the bed and kneels on the floor in front of me, and there's something about this position that makes my arousal spike even higher.
I stand and position myself in front of him, and Kenneth looks up at me with an expression that's equal parts satisfied and eager for what's coming next. He knows what this means. He knows exactly what I'm about to ask of him.
"You did so well," I say, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm so proud of you. And now I'm going to finish, and you're going to help me."
Kenneth nods eagerly. I can see the anticipation in his eyes. I begin to stroke myself, my grip tight and fast. The pleasure is immediate and intense. I’ve been building this the entire time Kenneth was being denied, and now that I'm finally allowing myself release, it hits like a tidal wave.
"Look at me," I command, and Kenneth's eyes snap up to meet mine. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look away."
I continue moving my hand, my breathing becoming ragged as the pleasure crests. Kenneth is completely still, watching me with an intensity that's almost as arousing as the physical sensation. This moment is deeply intimate. About letting him watch me fall apart. About allowing him to see exactly what his surrender does to me.
"I'm close," I say, my voice strained. And then a few moments later, as I break, "Now, Kenny! Open your mouth, baby.”
He does so immediately, and I move forward. The release hits me like nothing else. I come with a gasp, and Kenneth accepts everything I give him.
When it's over, when I've given him everything, I step back slightly and look down at him. Kenneth is still on his knees, looking absolutely wrecked in the best possible way, and there's a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I reach down and help him up, guiding him back onto the bed, and we collapse together in a tangle of limbs and complete satisfaction. Kenneth's head finds my chest, and I run my fingersthrough his hair. For a long moment, we just lie there in comfortable silence.
"Hi," Kenneth finally says softly.
I smile despite myself. "Hi."
"That was—" he starts, but seems to run out of words.
"Yeah," I say, understanding completely. "It was."
Kenneth lifts his head to look at me, and there's so much love in his expression that it nearly undoes me. We've come so far from where we started, from antagonism to this. From me seeing him as an obstacle to me seeing him as my entire world.
"I love you," he says simply.
