Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

I can't help but chuckle as I watch Cal fall asleep almost immediately after he told me to give him five minutes before we start round two. I'm not at all surprised. I pushed him hard, and he fought me like a dream, and his body is going to need a few minutes to regain its energy. He might even need some food. It is, after all, around dinnertime. And I consider ordering something so we can eat when he wakes up.

On the one hand, who wants to waste time eating when we could be indulging in that promised round two? But on the other hand, he needs sustenance, and so do I. We'll be able to enjoy round two more if we've slaked our other hunger first.

I grab my phone from the bedside table and bring up the app to order directly from the kitchen. Scrolling through it, I ponder what my beautiful pet might most want. He's a big guy, and I know that means it takes a lot to keep him going. And he's fit—amazing muscles that he clearly works hard to keep in peak form. So he's going to be a protein man. I just know it.

And how often does he get to indulge in some of the more decadent, more expensive protein? His clothes are nice, but they're not top of the line, so I'm assuming it's not champagne and caviar every night for Cal.

So I order a surf and turf—filet mignon, lobster and truffle mashed potatoes—and some crudo of scallops to start, along with fresh rolls. Do I add dessert? As soon as I have the thought, I imagine eating it off Cal's lovely body, and I add a Basque cheesecake. I like the creaminess of it, and I know it'll smear beautifully over the lovely, hairless chest and abs.

I tell them to deliver it as soon as it's ready. If Cal hasn't woken by then, I'll just go ahead and get him up. I'm not wasting an entire evening with my pet sleeping. That would be a waste.

Now that's taken care of, I can look my fill and think of all the wonderful and wicked things I want to do to him. With him—that I want to do with him. Who am I kidding? An awful lot of it is stuff I want to do to him.

I love that he's not the least bit submissive. He's all fight and bluster and attempts to dominate. It makes his submission all the sweeter. And I like that he's big enough to actually push back some. In the end, I'll win every time because while he's huge for a human, he's still smaller than me, but there's a heft to his shove that I've not found in any man before.

Training him to take my cock is going to be the most delicious fight.

A soft knock heralds the arrival of our meal and Cal begins to stir. Excellent.

"My Lord Hades." The page bows, and I thank him but decline his offer to bring the trolley inside. I can certainly push a wheeled table around myself.

When I get the trolley back to the bedroom, Cal is sitting up, looking around, and blinking. He's got bedhead and that, coupled with his just woken fuzziness, is utterly adorable.

"Good morning," I tease.

His eyes get wider. "Morning? I've been asleep all night!" He swings his legs over, looking around wildly for his clothes.

I shake my head and put a hand on his arm. "I was joking. You've only been resting your eyes for at most an hour."

"Oh. Oh okay." He relaxes some, looking sheepish, and the expression is as cute as just woken one.

I want to keep him.

"Sorry." He rubs his hands through his hair. "I don't even have anywhere to be tomorrow, but if it was morning, I would kind of have lost all evening and night."

"I get that." And I think maybe it's a little frightening for him to imagine feeling so comfortable here that he would have fallen asleep for so long.

I go over to the trolley and lift one of the cloches. By some piece of magical luck, it's the appetizer plate. "Ta-da! Dinner is served."

His stomach growls loudly, and he chuckles and rubs it with his hand. "I guess I'm hungrier than I thought."

"Come sit," I tell him, bringing the trolley over to the divan that sits across from the bed.

"Oh, sure." He looks around, again for his clothes, I presume.

I shake my head. "It's entirely private here. You don't need to wear anything." I slip off the robe I'd put on to answer the door and sit nakedly down on the couch. I even rub my butt on the soft velvet and give him a wink.

Laughing, he ends his search for clothing and comes to sit with me after removing his sneakers and socks. "There's a lot of plates there."

"Yes. Appetizer, main, and dessert. I wanted to feed you well before we start the round two you promised me."

"I promised it, did I?"

"Mmmhmm. I believe your words were: Give me five minutes and I'll be ready for round two ."

"That sounds like me." He gives me a grin, and his stomach lets out another wicked loud growl. "I guess you'd better feed me."

"I guess I'd better." I grab one of the forks provided and spear a delicately thin slice of scallop and bring it to his lips.

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean literally. I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself." Still, he leans forward the slightest bit and opens his lips so I can slip the scallop into his mouth.

There's something sexy about feeding another man. It's almost… taboo.

His eyes close for a moment, and he swallows it down. "Fuck, what was that?"

"Good, wasn't it?"

"It melted in my fucking mouth."

"You want more."

"Damn straight I do." He leaves his mouth open after that, clearly waiting for another piece. So much for not needing to be fed.

I slip the second piece into his mouth. "It's scallop crudo, which is a fancy way of saying it's raw."

"Huh. I'm pretty sure I've never had a scallop before."

I give him another slice before taking one for myself. I've had it before, and I'll have it again. Tonight, I want to feed the lion's share of it to him as he's enjoying it so much. He's not objecting, either, opening his mouth again and again for me to place the thin slices on his tongue.

"That was the last piece." I have to tell him because he still has his mouth open like a baby bird.

"Oh, damn. I could eat about a hundred more slices of that," he admits sheepishly. "Too bad licking the plate is rude in company."

I snort and offer the plate over to him. "I'm not concerned with politeness ."

He takes the plate and tilts it up, drinking the acidic sauce before literally licking the plate clean. I watch his pink tongue lapping at the white plate, my cock perking up and reminding me that round two is coming soon.

As soon as he puts the plate down, I pounce, bringing our mouths together and pushing my tongue in, gathering up the taste for myself. Lime and vinegar, cilantro and pure male. He tastes even better doctored by the sauce than the scallops did.

I hold the back of his head, keeping him in the kiss until there isn't a bit of flavor of anything but Cal himself left in his mouth, and then I sit back and lick my own lips, humming.

Cal's gaze follows the path my tongue takes, and I know I could have him right now. I could pounce and he would push me off and we would do our dance, fighting for dominance until we both came. But it would be a shame to let the steak and lobster go to waste. And I abhor cold mashed potatoes.

So I sit back and pull the biggest cloche up, revealing the filet mignon, lobster tail, and truffled potatoes.

"Oh wow. You're pulling out all the stops here for me." He eyes me, and I just smile back at him.

"Thank you. I'd have been happy with a burger and fries but thank you for this."

I wave a hand dismissively. "You can get a burger and fries anywhere." And yes, I'm telling him that I wanted this to be special, but that's fine. He should know that I want him here, that I'm willing to take the steps to make this a place he wants to be.

"Yeah, I can." He grins and grabs the steak knife and a fork. "My turn to feed you."

Oh… I hadn't expected that, and I'm charmed by it. I nod. "Acceptable."

"Let's see if we're gonna have to break up right here and now," he says as he spears the steak with his fork and starts to cut it. "As good a piece of meat as I suspect this is needs to be eaten rare."

I grin. No worries, then. I'm partial to rare, or even blue if that's how it's served.

Cal whistles as the knife slices through the filet like it's butter, revealing the red inside. "Fucking perfect."

"Of course," I tell him.

Laughing, he cuts a piece, drags it through the jus on the plate, adds a bit of potato and offers it over. I take the bite from the fork and hum happily. I didn't get much of the scallops so I'm still as hungry as I was when we sat down to this meal.

"That's a good sound. Lobster next." He cuts a generous chunk off and dips it in the garlic butter provided, dripping on the tablecloth covering the trolley as he passes it over to me.

I love the sweetness of lobster and how it contrasts with the strength of flavor of the beef and that earns him another happy hum.

"You keep that up you're going to make me hard." He offers another bite of the lobster.

I hold his gaze as I take it from the fork, letting the utensil slip slowly from between my lips and then I moan.

"Fuck." Cal bites his lower lip, and when I let my desires show on my face, in my gaze, he groans.

He's so pretty and he's all mine to play with.

We manage to finish both the steak and the lobster between us, though I can see how hard his cock is, and mine's the same. I'm not sure I needed to get the dessert, though I still think we could eat it off each other. Maybe later, because I don't want to wait another second and I'm pretty sure he's feeling the same way.

He puts the fork down after the last bite has been consumed and unceremoniously shoves the trolley to the side. He doesn't wait, he doesn't dilly-dally or tease, he just pounces me.

The strength of his movement pushes me back against the arm of the divan, the velvet soft against my back. He brings our mouths together, and I wrap my arms around him, opening wider, my tongue tangling with his. I let him have the lead for a little while, let him drive this kiss. When he starts rubbing against me, I grab his arms and push up, turning the tables and putting him on his back on the softness of the couch. I press our hips together, letting him feel the heat and harness of my cock but not letting him move. Now I'm driving the kiss, devouring him as surely as I devoured any part of our shared meal.

He takes it for a minute, maybe two, and then he's fighting me again for the upper hand. I love the fire and the passion. And that he's making me work to stay on top.

I let go of one of his arms in favor of pinching one of his little nips. It rises to hardness immediately, begging for more touches. I give them, pinching and pulling, working it while leaving the other one alone.

He takes advantage of the shift my nipple play provides and twists hard, sending us both over the edge of the divan. I'm still holding him enough that I take him down with me, and as my back hits the floor, he lands on me, making us both grunt, knocking the breath out of me.

He doesn't give me a chance to catch it again, either, holding my face in his hands, he attacks my mouth with his own, the kiss harsh, perfect. He humps against me, his pretty little cock bumping into my own and sliding along my belly, leaving trails of wet behind. It's not going to take much to get him off again—our meal of food as foreplay has done its job and he is raring to go. As am I.

I grab hold of his hair and tug his head, pulling him out of the kiss. "If you come now, like this, you won't be allowed to come again until morning."

He laughs, but there's a catch in it and I felt the throb of his cock against me as I said the words.

"I'd like to see you try to make that happen." He speeds his movements, clearly going for the gold right now. He's challenging me to hold my word. He'll soon find out that I will.

I keep my hand in his hair and tilt his head so I can latch onto the skin of his throat. I worry it with my teeth and suck on it, hit it with my tongue. I'm going to leave a dark, lurid mark, and anyone who sees him tomorrow will know that he's been claimed.

Grunting, he gets to moving again, rubbing hard against me. Fuck it feels good, his body so hot against me. I grab hold of his ass with my free hand, my fingers digging into his flesh as I encourage him to move faster, harder, to bring us both over the edge.

The sounds he's making are utterly delicious, and I bite harder at the mark I'm leaving on his throat, which earns me more of them.

I slide my heels up, which cradles him between my legs, and it gives him more leverage, letting him move even faster. Oh yeah, it won't be long now. I press harder against his ass, increasing the friction between us, and I pull away from his throat, watching his face as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Just before he comes, his eyes glaze over and his jaw goes slack and he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Then he's crying out, shouting out my name and swear words in equal measure.

I let the look of him, the sound of him, the feel of him, and the scent of him pull me over. Bucking up against him, I come, adding to the wet heat between us.

He goes lax on top of me, panting hard, and I pat his ass. Fuck, that was fine.

We lie there a few minutes, but while he has a lovely body pillow to cushion him—me—I do not and the floor is uncomfortable. You'd think a demon would be hardened to such things, but living here at the club has made me soft. I'm used to my comfortable bed with its silk sheets and my furniture with soft coverings.

Grunting, I roll him off me and stand, stretch up tall to let my bones creak and pop.

He grins up at me, eyes twinkling, and I wait for it. Sure enough, he pops off with, "Old man."

I snort. "You have no idea."

One of his eyebrows go up, but I don't explain. He doesn't need to know all the ins and outs of my demonic side right now. All he needs to know is that I am hung and all in for him.

I hold my hand down for him and haul him up as soon as he grabs it, bringing him against me, our chest slapping together. He grunts and I grin, and then we're kissing again. I want to devour him whole, and that's the energy I put into our kisses.

"You're ready to go again already?" He sounds a little surprised.

I wink. "Who's old now?"

He punches me in the arm. "Butthead."

I don't deny it. Instead, I go over to the wardrobe where I keep all my toys. His cock may not have jumped immediately to hard, but it was interested, and I don't want to get distracted and forget that he's not allowed to come again until the morning.

I throw open the wardrobe doors and survey my bounty. Oh, there are several plugs I'm going to fuck him with. I take out four. There's a small one with one-inch round bulges around it. Then there's a slightly bigger one with little fringes all over it, each one only a few millimeters long. The third is the shape of a penis, about average for a man, certainly smaller than his own erection and obviously much smaller than mine. This plug vibrates, though, so that makes up for the lack of girth or fancy shapes. The final one is a little bigger and has a few inches of handle at the end. I'll be able to give him a real good reaming with this one.

Then the nipple clamps catch my eye, and I grab a pair. Not too tight, but he'll definitely be able to feel the bite.

"Ring or cage?" They're next to each other and I can't decide. There are definite benefits to both.

"Cage? What do you mean cage?" Cal is looking at my little pile of dildos and nipple clamps with wide eyes.

"Have you never worn a cock cage?" Or even seen one? Obviously, Cal hasn't played that much, but a cock cage isn't such an unusual thing, is it?

I take one out and show it to him. The thing is a literal cage for his cock. Would keep him from getting fully hard. I can imagine him wearing it, him hog-tied and me fucking him with one of the bigger dildos—nothing I've chosen for today. He's not ready for that yet—gagged, blindfolded, his nipples clamped. All the things.

My cock surges at my thoughts, coming to stand at attention. "Maybe next time," I suggest and put the cage back on its shelf. As I go to grab a cock ring, I see a lovely leather sheath. It's a buttery soft leather. I'll have to wait until he's hard to put it on properly, but it'll keep him from coming better than the ring will, and it'll make a lovely pre-cursor to the cage. I grab it.

I grab a bottle of lube, too. This one is warming, as if what we're doing isn't hot enough. Chuckling at my own thoughts, I close the cupboard and move everything to the bedside table.

"What?" he asks, sounding a little suspicious.

"Warming lube." I toss it to him, and he catches it neatly midair.

"I've heard of this." He opens the bottle and gets some on his finger, rubs them together. "Oh, wow. That's something else." He passes the bottle back. "It's going to feel great in your ass."

I laugh softly. "Even better in yours."

"So you think all this is for my benefit?" He nods toward the little pile of sexual toys on the bedside table.

"Yes."

"We'll see."

Oh, it's so cute that he thinks there's a chance he's going to use any of this on me.

"Yes," I tell him. "We will."

We stare at each other a long moment, like a pair of gunslingers at a duel, waiting for the other one to twitch first. I start smiling again because I'm totally down for him making the first move.

He finally does, pouncing me and dragging me down to the bed. Our mouths meet, fusing together as we roll around on the mattress—so much better than the floor. I nip at his lips, my sharp teeth drawing a bit of blood, and I latch onto his lower lip, sucking at it, the slight coppery taste joining the flavor of Cal himself in my mouth.

Groaning, he arches against me, his hands scrabbling at my shoulders now to pull me closer, not push me away. I slide one hand between us, finding his cock and pumping lightly. It's not quite hard enough yet for the sheath, so I slip my hand up to pinch his nipples, getting them ready for the clamps.

He's arching and writhing beneath me, and I'm not sure he even remembers there's going to be more to this round than just our bodies. I leave his nipples alone and feel around on the bedside table for the nipple clamps. Wrapping my fingers around the little chain that attaches them together, I bring them over and leave them in close reach.

Then I go back after his nipples with my fingers again, making sure the little nips are still reaching up with need. They are. I grab the clamps and open one up, attach it to his nipple.

Cal howls and bucks me off to the side, his hands immediately going to his nipple. I grab them before he can remove the clamp and press them into the bed.

"No touching."

"Fuck you!"

I raise an eyebrow and straddle him. Then I bring his wrists together. I wrap one hand around both and stretch them up over his head. He's breathing hard, the clamp jiggling a little as his chest rises and falls. He's glaring at me, but not once has he said no.

My grin grows slowly, and I reach for the dangling clamp, make sure I tug a little as I grab it. He howls, his hips bucking, but I was ready for it, and he doesn't come close to unseating me. His cock is a fucking brand trapped where it is against my thigh, and I know exactly how turned on he is. I'm going to have to go quickly, or it'll be too late to put the sheath on him.

I hold his gaze as I feel for his other nipple, it's harder than the first one was, and I clamp it. He cries out again, bucks again, several times, and tries to get his hands out of my grip. When he can't, he relaxes a little, chest working like a bellows as he breathes, his gaze locked onto mine. I know he's wondering what I'm going to do next.

I grab the little chain connecting the two nipple clamps and tug. A gentle barely there tug that makes him grunt and shift. My second tug is much harder, and he bucks, his, "fuck!" bitten out.

"Never played with nipple clamps before?"

"I have," he tells me, voice defiant, but then he adds, "but not with me wearing them."

"They're going to add another dimension to things. I'll be able to tug them anytime I want while I'm fucking you with the dildos."

"If you can," he reminds me.

I like that he hasn't let go of the illusion that he has a chance of imposing his will on me. His fight and passion are strong enough to match mine.

I lean in and lick a line from his breastbone all the way up to his ear. I suck on his lobe for a moment, then let it go and whisper, "I can," as I give the chain a sharp yank.

He bucks and howls, his cock dribbling pre-come on my skin.

He's more than ready for that sheath now.

I let go of his hands—I need both of mine to get the sheath on him, get it tight enough for him to really feel and for it to keep him from coming.

The minute I let go, his hands go to his nipples, and he gets one of the clamps off. Growling, I grab his hands again.

"I'll bind these behind your back if you don't leave the clamps alone." I set the clamp back on his nipple and he hisses, bites his lower lip. Then I let go of his hands again and reach for the sheath.

Cal immediately reaches for the clamps and takes them both off, grunting at the sensation of the blood returning to the little bits of flesh. Shaking my head, I yank open the drawer in the bedside table and find a length of leather. Perfect.

Without fanfare, I flip Cal over and grab his hands again. I bring them together and wrap the leather around his wrists.

"What are you doing?" He struggles to get his hands apart, to flip back over, but I've got him where I want him, and he can't do it. I tie the ends of the leather and back off.

"Now you can't interfere."

He glares at me and struggles again to separate his hands, then he rolls himself over and up onto his knees. He looks like he's ready to go again—he still wants to fight me even though I clearly now have the upper hand.

He looks incredible, his nipples red, framed by the leather straps of the harness he wears, his cock even redder, arms pulled behind him and fire in his eyes. I have never wanted a man more.

"You are the hottest man I have ever seen."

He looks a little surprised at the compliment—he hadn't expected that. I can see that he's pleased too, though. He manages not to preen for me, to keep his fighting stance, but he has to work at it.

I pick up the clamps again, and while he backs up on the bed and tries to turn, we both know the clamps are going back on and there's nothing he can do about it. He howls as the first one goes on—they're more sensitive now so I'm not surprised. Then he howls again as I let the second one bite down on him.

We hold there, both kneeling on the bed, facing off. He's panting harder than I am, his breath coming hard and fast. I reach for the sheath, and he glares harder. Then I tug on the chain again and he jerks, whimpers. His cock is wet with his pre-come.

"You want me to stop?" I ask him.

He glares at me, but he doesn't say anything. I know that's a no. He does not want me to stop, so I take the sheath and slap his cock with it. That earns me a shout, his body bowing back hard enough his bound hands hit the pillows and he stays like that, curved for me, his cock presented for my pleasure.

I slap it again and he whimpers.

"Please."

I slide the leather over his cock and slowly pull tight the ties that crisscross along the length of the leather like a corset. There's a small hole at the top—enough to expose his slit, perfect for inserting a sound. I'll have to return to my wardrobe.

I make sure the sheath is as tight as it can go, and I can see the perfect outline of his cock.

"Stunning," I tell him. Then I get up and move back to my cupboard of pain and pleasure.

"Where are you going?" he demands.

"It's okay. I'm not abandoning you. I'm just getting a sound."

"A what?"

"Penis wand." I find one and grab it, show it to him. This one is fairly thin and has a deep red jewel on top to keep it from disappearing down into his slit.

"That is not what I think it is."

"Yes. It's exactly what you think it is."

He shakes his head and backs up on the bed—his poor knees must be getting tired—until he's pressed up against the headboard. He can't get away from me, though, and I am going to fill his cock, then fill his ass with one dildo after another and eventually let him come. Nobody ever said eventually had to be soon.

He's looking a little wild in the eye as I come nearer with the sound.

I look him in the eyes. "Trust me, and don't fight me on this one." While the push and pull and shoving each other around is fun, this is a far more delicate operation, and I'd hate to cause him any pain that I don't mean to cause. The sound will push him, but not hurt, and I want him to love it, maybe even one day beg for it.

He takes a long, slow breath, and I can see him considering his options. Finally, he gives me the barest nod. It's all I need.

I open the lube and grab hold of his cock—I don't need to squeeze it to give me the perfect ‘O' for the wand—the leather sleeve is doing the work for me. I get a glob of lube on my fingers and press it into that ‘O', not warming it. The coolness should be shocking in a place that doesn't usually experience anything but heat. Of course it's going to warm up fairly quickly, but this lube is just a gentle heat, so it won't feel like it's burning.

He gasps, bucks awkwardly. His poor knees and thighs have to be getting uncomfortable. I put a shoulder against his torso and lift him high enough to get his legs stretched out properly.

"What the fuck? Oh." The relief in his voice is palpable. I don't think he was even aware of how uncomfortable his position was, especially for longer periods of time.

"Better?" I rub his upper thighs, warming his skin with my hands.

He grunts and nods again, this time a bit more enthusiastically. I can see, though that he doesn't want to give me even an inch. Perfect. I don't want him to. Except for while I'm putting in the sound.

I arrange the pillows behind him so he's supported as he leans back against them without lying too hard on his arms. It won't be for long—as soon as the sound is in, I'm going to flip him over so I can work his tight little hole.

"Now where was I?" I tease. I look up at him, waiting to see if he'll answer.

He simply stares at me defiantly.

Grinning, I give him a toothy kiss. "That's my boy."

His eyes narrow. "Not your boy."

"Maybe not yet." I wink and grab the sound up, making sure to get it very slick with lube.

Then I hold onto his cock again and place the tip of the sound into his slit. I move it slowly. This is a brand-new sensation for him, and I want him to feel every second of it, every millimeter as it invades his body.

He hisses, his leg muscles going tight, but he doesn't say anything. His gaze is laser-focused on his cock.

I don't stop moving the sound into him, pretty much letting gravity have its way. It only stops when the jewel on top is flush with the lips of his slit.

I sit back to admire him. Hands tied behind his back, nipples clamped, jewel sitting on top of his leather-sheathed cock. "Stunning."

He glares at me. "Motherfucker!"

"You think?" Grinning again, I grab hold of the chain on the clamps and give it a sharp tug.

He howls and bucks, his cock jerking.

"Beautiful."

I lean over him to take his mouth, and he rubs up against me, mouth clinging to mine, the kiss hard and eager. He sucks at my tongue and bites at my lips, and I love it, love that the fight is still right there.

"Ready for my dildos, baby boy?"

He glares, and I don't know if it's because of the dildos or the moniker.

"Don't need them. I can take you."

"Oh no, baby, you can't." I'd tear him to pieces, and that is not my intentions. I want to push him well beyond his boundaries, but permanent damage would only ruin him, ruin what might be between us. We'll take our time. Play a little. Who am I kidding? We're going to play a lot. I've got so many dildos we could practice and stretch him out for a long time.

I won't brook any arguments on this point, so I flip him over, putting him on his knees, with his head down against the mattress. He's even more stunning like this, and I push his knees farther apart, which exposes his hole to me. Now that's perfect.

I grab the first dildo, it's only about five inches long and a half inch around, with three one-inch balls along it. Nothing too big, but the variation in size should be an incredible feeling. I show it to him, and he grunts and turns his face.

I don't laugh, but the urge is there, the small defiance wonderful.

I grab the lube and put it on the bed so I don't have to reach for it. Then I get some on my fingers and begin. With one hand on his ass, I slowly rub the lube into the wrinkled skin around his entrance, the little hole so tightly closed. I keep circling, then I get more lube, and I rub it up and down, passing over his hole again and again.

I feel the tension in him slowly easing as I play. I apply more lube to my fingers and continue rubbing. After a few more passes, I press my finger against his hole every time I rub by it. A little harder each time, slowly opening it until the very tip of my finger pops in again and again.

Soon he's rocking with me, little movements, his body trying to get my finger deeper. I'm not sure he's even aware he's doing it. I let my finger go deeper, and he grunts and pushes back harder.

"Fuck me with it already!"

"Patience, dear boy. You'll get the fucking you're looking for. In good time."

Another grunt and a long puff of air escapes him, his shoulders relaxing a little. Good boy. Yes, I want to make him crazy, have him begging me to fuck him, to let him come, but I have four dildos to get through and I want the need to build slowly.

I get to the point where I'm fucking him with my finger and he's taking it easily, rocking back against my invasions, hole spreading easily for me. He's ready for the dildo.

I tug my finger away and I watch as he keeps humping back, clearly wanting more.

Grabbing the slick, I push a little more into his hole. "How's the lube?" I ask, wondering what he thinks of the sensation.

"Warming."

"Brat!" I swat his right ass cheek hard.

He catches his breath for a moment, but he chuckles after, the sound utterly unrepentant.

I slick the dildo up, fucking it along my palm. Oh, the balls on it are definitely noticeable. It should be good fun for him.

I place it against his hole. "Ready?" I'm deliberately delaying it, building the anticipation for him.

"Just shove it in already!"

So I do. All in one go, right to the base.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He tries to pull away, then immediately pushes back again, his hole clamped down tight around the bottom of the dildo.

I don't move, letting him get used to it.

It's not long before he jerks his ass back toward me and demands, "More."

I tug the dildo out slowly, letting him really feel the way his hole spreads around the wider bumps, then closes up again around the smaller areas. Once the dildo is all the way out, his hole clenching, I push it back in again, nice and smooth and all the way. Then gradually out, and repeat. I do it again and again, the motions almost hypnotic. He begins to pant, his ass pushing back, pulling forward, trying to speed my pace.

I'm not going to let that happen, though. I'm in charge here, and as much as he fights that, deep down, it's what he wants. Or he would have been out of here the minute he first came. Or when I put on the nipple clamps. Or when I showed him the penis wand.

No, despite his protests and his blustering, he is exactly where he wants to be.