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“Thank you.” My stomach lets out a loud grumble, alerting both of us of its emptiness. “Have you eaten?” I chuckle, rubbing my stomach.
“No, I’ll call for a takeaway. What do you want?”
“Anything quick.”
“Pizza it is then.” He takes my hand and pulls me against him. “You were incredible, we are going to be doing a lot more of that.”
“Good, I can’t wait. I would still like to go to the club. I want to know what you’re going to teach me next.”
“Hmm, do you think you’ve got sucking my cock perfected?” He’s smirking at me, his eyebrow raised.
“Is that an invitation? Because if you order the pizza, we have time to practice.” I look down at his junk as it twitches under the soft cotton sweats.
“You’re insatiable.” He hasn’t said no. He just pulls out his phone and starts typing. “Okay, that’s ordered. Get on your knees.”
The pizza arrives just as Saint covers my face and neck for the second time tonight. “Don’t clean your face,” he says as he puts his dick away and strides off to the door.
I wonder if I should be grateful he hasn’t sent me to go. Maybe it’s better to be like this in front of other like-minded people. People who will appreciate the look and my submission. When Saint comes back in, he gives me a nod of approval.
“Good boy, now kneel on that cushion by the side of the chair.” He takes the food into the kitchen, coming back minutes later with two plates. When he sits with both, I see one has the usual triangular slices, the second with bite-size squares.
I catch on quickly and wait for him to bite into one of his slices, he then picks up a piece off the plate, and I open my mouth, letting him feed me the square. I thought this would be embarrassing, more so than anything sexually humiliating, but it’s not. I feel cared for, treasured, as he gives me each mouthful. When it’s finished, and Saint has wiped his hands, his fingers run through my hair, and I lean against his leg. “You’re a natural sub, sweetheart. Do you know how rare it is to just know what to do? You’re going to make me very proud.”
“Thank you. I’m loving every moment. I know you’ve been going easy on me, but there’s nothing I’m not looking forward to.”
“You’re going to hate me sometimes but trust me to know your limits. I will never push you further than I know you can handle. Have you had enough of the tv?” We had a show on that I could take or leave, so I give him a nod. “Good. Come on, let’s go to bed.”
It’s not until we get into the bathroom, and I see my reflection, that I remember all the dried spunk on my face and neck. I turn on the tap, but Saint stops me. “This is another of my jobs.”
He takes a clean washcloth from the cupboard under the sink and dampens it, wringing it out before washing away the mess he made earlier. There’s a very satisfied expression on his face, his eyes twinkly with amusement.
“You like me covered in your jizz, don’t you?” It’s my turn to smirk. “You’re such a perv.”
He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “You have no fucking idea. But you’ll get it soon.” He finishes cleaning me and offers me a new toothbrush. “You can keep it here, for when you stay over.”
“Thanks.” Is this going to be a regular thing? I suppose as boyfriends, it’s a very normal thing to do. I nod and clean my teeth.
Saint finishes brushing his teeth and turns to the toilet. I still, watching him in the mirror as he pulls his cock free and aims it at the bowl. I carry on looking as he pees, then drop my toothbrush and move to next to him as he finishes. I kneel. “I think that’s my job.”
Saint looks at me, the heat in his eyes proves I’ve got this right. As I come up on my knees, I lick the slit of Saint’s cock, then close my mouth around the head, licking all over. The taste is sharp, but not horrendous, and it’s not about that. It’s about serving my master. Being everything he needs me to be, even when he doesn’t expect it. I hope now he understands that there is nothing I won’t do for him. He has allowed me to unleash a locked away need, a craving that I now can never turn off.
“Good boy,” he praises me when with a final lick, I move away from his now thickening cock. “What an unexpected pleasure. I think you deserve a reward.”
I sit back on my heels. “I don’t need anything, Sir. I wanted to do that. You allowing it is my reward.”
“Hmm, you are making this so much easier for me, although I will need to find some way to make you disobey me, just so I can punish you.”
“You’re my Sir, so you don’t need a reason.”
Saint holds his hand out to me and helps me stand up, so I can finish brushing my teeth. “Into bed, boy. We need to talk. Don’t worry, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
I undress and get into the bed and watch as Saint strips out of his sweats, his dick still plump—a delicious, half-hard dick is always so sexy. He gives himself a stroke, and I moan quietly. He hears me and grins. “Such a needy cock slut.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He shakes his head and pulls back the duvet on his side of the bed and climbs in next to me. “I planned to talk through the rules and expectations with you when we are at the club. But you’re surprising me at every turn. It’s as if you can read my mind and know all the things I like. So far, it’s all been very easy, very tame, but like I said earlier, there will be things I do to you that you won’t like. The only way I’ll stop is if you use a safe word. I like to use the traffic light system: green for good, yellow for slow down, or if you’re at to your limit, red. That will stop everything, and we can talk through what’s wrong or why you needed to stop. The problem with saying I can do anything to you is too open to misunderstandings or misuse. You’ve had the list of things you like, want to try, and which are hard limits. We haven’t done enough for you to give me carte blanche overyou, your body, and your mind. So, for now, I want us to have fun together outside of the club, here or at yours where you can ask for whatever you’d like to try. When we’re at the club, we do the things I want to do to you. I’ll be flogging you, spanking you, tying you up, or tying you down. I’ll fuck you however and with whatever I want, but for now, I will always explain the scene before we start, that way you can ask questions.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand. I will try to contain myself. To wait for your instruction. I should’ve waited for you to tell me to clean you up. I wanted to show that I want things you may not have thought I’d be ready for. I’ll trust you at the club, and I understand that you need to learn my limits and that may come from me using the safe word.”
