7. A Walk in the Garden

Chapter Seven

A WALK IN THE GARDEN

S age had been wrong earlier. He’d thought he knew what going absolutely crazy meant, but he’d been so wrong. Master Ellison had upped the ante and now not only were his nipples unbelievably sensitive, but he was covered in the most delicious silk robe that felt like his Master’s touch whenever it connected with his skin. And in the light breeze that cooled them as they walked, that happened a lot. He’d never known that his entire body—all of his skin—could be so very sensitive.

And then there was the plug inside him. It wasn’t very large—he’d taken bigger plugs, not to mention that Master Ellison’s cock was huge in comparison—but it was there, and he felt it with each and every step that he took as they walked slowly along a path in the most beautiful garden he’d ever seen. The grass was so green, the trees rustling gently in the very same breeze that was torturing him, and the flowers were plentiful with so many varieties that he’d never even heard of before, let alone seen.

Every now and then, they came across others, mostly couples, and he would bow his head in a nod of acknowledgement as Master Ellison greeted them. He’d not been instructed on whether or not he should speak to others, and Master had not corrected his behavior when they’d encountered the first couple, so he felt he’d made the right choice there.

They’d just passed a man with his puppy. Sage had heard of such a thing but never actually encountered anyone who indulged in it, and he’d been fascinated by the way the mask had hidden all but the submissive’s eyes, and the way his ass waggled back and forth, moving the tail there.

The moment they passed them, the plug in his ass suddenly buzzed, making him jerk. The pulse had been so short that he had to wonder if he’d imagined it. Then it happened again, the vibrations lasting a little longer, and he whimpered softly, the sensation going straight to his balls. His cock was already hard—it had been for most of their journey—but now when his robe blew against him, a small wet spot appeared where it touched his cockhead.

The vibrations came again, and he shivered. He was not going to survive this walk. Sage glanced at Master Ellison, but he was admiring the blossoms on the trees that currently lined the pathway, and Sage returned his gaze to the ground and took some deep, calming breaths. They were still moving away from their rooms, so he knew it would be a while before they returned there, and he needed to find his center.

The buzzing continued, intermittently but gradually happening more often until even the sensation of his bare feet against the ground felt like too much stimulation. The leaking of his cock increased, and soon, that little wet dot on the front of his silk robe became a large wet spot.

Sage began to make little noises, and he bit his bottom lip. His control slipped rapidly, his steps beginning to stutter, and still Master Ellison said nothing, seeming to be simply enjoying their walk in this admittedly beautiful place.

He cried out after a particularly jolting set of vibrations, holding onto his control with all he had.

“Is everything all right, boy?” Master Ellison asked.

He cleared his throat and managed a “Yes, Master.”

“Very good, then we shall continue.”

By all that was holy, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on, but he would try. For Master Ellison, he would attempt to endure anything.

“Look at the lovely birds in that copse of trees.” Master Ellison pointed to a flock of birds that were blue and pink, so very pretty.

“Yes, Master!” The last word ended in a squeak as his ass was stimulated once again.

He stumbled with the next set of vibrations, and Master steadied him, hand so warm on his arm that he whimpered. Master didn’t say anything, though, so neither did he.

Each second was pure torture, the pleasure coursing through his body and demanding his release. He continued to deny it, though, wanting to be strong for Master Ellison.

Tears leaked from his eyes with the effort of not coming, of continuing to move forward.

Then came a stronger pulse in his ass. A long, heavy vibration and he couldn’t take another second, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Master!” he cried out, his fingers curling into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

Master Ellison stopped moving, and so he did as well, panting, shivering, utterly undone and knowing the next vibration would see him coming without permission.

“Yes, boy?” Master’s voice was so calm, so attentive.

“I can’t! It’s too much!”

“Is it? And…?”

“Please, Master. I need help.”

“Finally.”

His gaze flew to Master Ellison’s eyes, and they were full of warmth, of kindness. His arm was taken in a gentle hold and Master led him to a bench off the path, somewhat hidden in the foliage.

They sat and he groaned as he did, the change of position not helping matters at all.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I tried to hold on, but if there’s another vibration I’m going to come.”

“Good. I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You want me to come without permission?”

“I want you to turn to me when you need. To ask for my help when you need it.” Master stroked his back, making him shiver. He was so close.

Leaning in, Master Ellison whispered into his ear. “Dear boy, come for me.”

Just like that, Sage came, his balls emptying as his hips snapped, his entire body obeying the order. The orgasm left him shivering and limp, and Master wrapped an arm around him, pulling him against the strong body.

Master kissed the top of his head and stroked his arm. “You know you don’t have to suffer so long before turning to me, Sage. I’m here for you.”

He licked his lips, not sure that he trusted his voice, but he did manage a soft, “Yes, Master.”

“It’s a lesson you must learn because I have every intention of continuing to push you.”

Oh, that sounded a little scary, but mostly wonderful. In his experience, he was meant to be in service to his Master without question, without any expectations of his Master.

“I’m not like the masters you’ve had before. I see you, Sage.”

That had him shivering again, the words even better than the orgasm he’d just had—which had been the best orgasm of his life, if he were being honest.

He turned to look into Master Ellison’s face and there was no guile there, nothing but honesty and intensity and kindness. Master cupped his face, thumb sliding along his lower lip.

“Being in service to your Master should never mean pushing all your own needs away. We are a team, boy. We will be happiest when we work together to reach our goals.”

“I just want to please you and to be happy, Master.”

“Me, too, boy. And I think those are excellent goals.”

He rested his head against Master Ellison’s shoulder again, slowly becoming aware of their surroundings. The light breeze continued, bringing with it the perfumes from the flowers, the earthiness of the grass and the dirt. The leaves on the trees rustled and the birds sang. And he could hear his Master’s breathing, feel it in the rise and fall of his chest.

Sage couldn’t remember ever being more content.

He had no idea how long they had sat there together, quietly, simply enjoying each other’s company and their surroundings when Master broke the silence.

“Shall we make our way back home?”

“Of course, Master. Whatever you wish.”

Master Ellison stood and held a hand out to him. As Sage let himself be pulled up, he felt a vibration in his ass, and he swallowed. He had a feeling the walk back to their rooms would be even longer than coming here had been.

It would be interesting to see if they could make it there before he had to turn to his Master for help again. Only this time, he knew that he not only could, but his Master would be pleased when he did.

The day had suddenly become lovelier, even if it was still tortuous and likely to make him lose his mind and definitely his control.