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“Go start the bath,” he says, his fingers tracing over the dicks.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I grunt, even as I shuck my clothes off and toss them this way and that. I make sure to grab the lube from my suitcase and set it on the edge of the tub while I wait for Thorne to appear.
He takes his time, because of course he does.
By the time he shows up, he’s wearing only his boxers, the anal bead dildo in one hand, the Fleshlight in the other. The bubbly water is up to my naval, and my cock sticks out of the water like a buoy.
“Oh my god,” I murmur when he crouches down next to me, just like he did in that grimy motel room. We’ve come full circle, I think.
“I put your clothes away.”
“Oh, talk dirty to me.”
His lips twitch. “And I then looked up how these work.”
“You could have just asked me.” I grab onto my dick, which has now fully emerged from the water, and Thorne sets the dildo on the edge of the tub.
“I like to be well versed in all of this before getting actively involved.”
“Mm, love a scholar,” I moan when he reaches out and squirts some lube into the Fleshlight.
“Now, get on your knees,” he orders, and I scramble to do as he asks. He chuckles as water splashes onto his chest. “Face this way. Good boy,” he rumbles, and I shudder from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
He wets his lips when I grab onto the edge of the tub, ass out of the water, my cock jutting out from my body.
He takes the Fleshlight and places it directly in front of my dick. “Perfect,” he says and then takes my cock in hand and puts the tip inside the small opening.
I groan as he urges my hips forward, my cock sliding into the sex toy. It strangles my length, the lube squelching as I slide balls-deep.
“Good boy,” he says again softly, and I turn my head to look at him. He leans forward and kisses me roughly.
I groan into it, moving to touch him, but he gently puts my hands back on the tub.
“You hold on. I don’t want you slipping. Now, don’t move.”
I moan in frustration and pleasure, my cock sleeved in the Fleshlight as he shifts his gaze to my ass. I feel the drop of lube on my crack and then the press of his finger against my hole. His fingertip swirls around my rim, entering me gently. My hips buck forward slightly, my cock aching.
But he only gives me a little, working the lube inside of me slowly. When he’s satisfied, he presses the tip of the anal bead dildo at my opening.
“You’re going to take all of them, aren’t you?” he asks as he pushes the first small bead into me.
It enters easily, and I swallow, nodding. “Yes. All of them.”
“Good. Now, no fucking that until I say so.”
“It’s gonna be hard to do that.”
“You’ll do it.” Ohfuck, his voice, his commands…
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on breathing as Thorne works that dildo into me, one bead at a time, each one opening me up a little more than the last. I’ve used this a few times in the past, but never like this.
I know what he’s going to do, and the anticipation is almost too much.
“Halfway there,” he says softly, pushing another bead into me. He lets out a shattered breath as he watches me take each one. And when he pushes the last and largest one into me, I arch up, my entire body shaking.
“So good. You are so fucking good, Leaf. My good boy.”
I shudder and swallow, my body wanting to move, my cock aching for relief.
