No matter how many times we did this, I was always surprised by how big he was.
“Relax,” he commanded again, pressing his slick palm onto my lower back.
I let out a breath, and my Sir pressed into me, the head slowly driving into my body.
Feeling my body stretch for his girth felt divine. It was like I was allowing him into the most sacred, intimate part of me. But doing it this way, playing the role of Dom and sub, felt somehow more intimate. It was like I was letting him into the deepest parts of both my body and my mind at the same time, creating an even stronger bond of trust and pleasure.
He slowly worked himself in, and like always, I could only take him halfway.
He pulled out carefully until nothing but his thick head was inside, then plunged inside slowly.
Again and again, we kept doing this until we found a delicious rhythm.
Knowing that we were both clean, I loved having his naked dick in me, being able to feel him skin to skin. It was amazing. It was epic.
It felt natural; it felt like this was how things were always supposed to be.
He tilted so his tip pressed against my prostate with each thrust.
That deep button inside me was like an orgasm button, and without him having to reach around and jerk me off again, I felt the orgasm rush through me.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Sir, I’m coming!” I cried as thick white ropes pulsed out of my cock, looped in the air as I jerked backward, and landed on the sheets.
My Sir let out a low growl, a drawn-out low sound through his nose.
Even though I wasn’t looking at his face, I knew his nostrils were flaring when he made that noise, and that his eyes would be squeezed shut.
He wrapped his arms around my torso and thrusted hard once, twice, three times, and then I felt something hot erupt inside my ass.
His cock pulsed inside of me, ejecting his seed into my body and filling my passage with his cum.
“Fuuuuck yeah…” he breathed, holding me tight.
With his powerful arms, he pulled me up into a sitting position so I was on his lap with his cock inside me.
I could still feel his cock pulse inside of me like I was nothing more than a finger puppet.
His beard bristled against the right side of my neck, so I leaned back and kissed him.
Our lips were dancing together, melding into shapes to fit one another perfectly.
I reached down and felt the come dribbling out of the tip of my still hard cock and began to stroke myself again.
“Keep doing that,” my Sir commanded between kisses, beginning to buck his hips.
We kept going like that for a while. Me jerking myself off, him impaling me while holding me upright in his strong arms, and our mouths melding together between breaths. At times, I felt like a baby bird begging for scraps of food from his mouth; scraps of validation.
It wasn’t long before I felt the knot in my low belly tighten, and I was over the edge again.
This time, the come dribbled out from the tip of my cock as I moaned, flowing down the bumps of my knuckles like a fountain.
Not long after I came, my Sir moved his hands down to my hips and burrowed his fingers into my flesh, pulling me onto his cock as hard as he could.
There was a breath sucked in through teeth followed by a grunting noise, and then I felt more hot liquid inside my ass.
His cock was pulsing inside of me, and for a moment, it felt like my heart was beating in time with it.
I slid against him, the sweat of our bodies lubricating us as I leaned my head back on his shoulder in relief.
Complete nirvana coursed through me.
“Good, boy, good boy…” my Sir whispered in my ear.
I could feel his heartbeat racing through my back.
I’d never felt so close to someone in my entire life. I didn’t know you could feel this close to someone.
With a few breaks in between, we continued for three or four more sessions. By the end of playtime, I was completely spent, laying on the mattress next to my Sir.
I was so mired in the bliss of multiple orgasms that I was barely conscious. But sometime in there, I was aware of being carried up a flight of stairs and tucked into a fresher, cleaner bed.
The person that got into bed next to me wasn’t my Sir; it was Adam.
He’d taken off his Dom outfit and donned a pair of soft boxer-briefs. He wrapped his thick arm around me and pulled me into spooning.
“I love you so much, Luke,” he said, kissing the back of my neck gently. “You did so good today in the playroom. And before then, at the munch.”
He ran a thick hand through my hair, caressing me.
“I love you too,” I managed to whisper, my voice raspy from all the orgasms that had ripped through my vocal cords. “You’re so perfect.”
“I worship you, you know that?” he said gently into my ear, holding me close. “Do you even know how amazing you are? At the munch, there wasn’t a single eye in the room that wasn’t on you. You’re magnetic.”
My memory went back to the munch and the conversation I had with Lily. The discussion about collars, and the feeling of wanting to know what it was like to have one around my own neck.
To carry even more of a visible symbol that I belonged to Adam. It would be a symbol of pride — of being part of the kink community as well as a mark of my loyalty to Adam.
“I… kind of want a collar,” I admitted.
Adam
In the next few days at the station, I did everything I could to research Fenwick. No luck; the guy was squeaky clean. On paper, he was some Harvard grad who’d
