“I think I’d like to see you like that, though I’m not a rope expert. Would you like to be bound and forced to orgasm?”
“Oh yes.” Without the stimulation of his cock in her mouth Beth was itchy with need. She shifted as much as she could, trying to make the chastity belt press against her p*ssy
.
“What do you want, Beth?”
“You, Master James.”
There was a moment of stillness, as if she’d surprised him, then he released her chin. “Remember what I offered you if you begged.”
Beth paused, open mouth an inch away from his cock. Looking up she wondered if this was a test, if there was a wrong answer. What would a good sub do?
“No, Beth, don’t think about it, trust me. I gave you a choice, an opportunity. I’m simply reminding you.”
“I want to keep sucking your cock.”
“Good, because I enjoy having your mouth on me.”
“I would also like to have a plug.”
“Why?”
Wasn’t it enough that she wanted it? Did she have to explain everything?
“Why, Beth?”
“Because I want more. Serving a Master should be enough for a good sub, but it’s not.” Her stomach clenched with a feeling she could only describe as disloyalty, yet the honesty felt good. “Every time I come, I just want something else.”
“Of course. Your sub isn’t satisfied yet.” His thumb stroked her lower lip. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to kneel here and suck your cock with a plug in my ass. I want you to touch me and use me and abuse me until this need goes away.”
Their gazes met, and something powerful passed between them.
Master James slid out from under her. Beth dropped her forehead to the seat cushion, looking up when she heard footsteps she knew were his.
Dangling from his right hand was a long silver plug with a flared base.
“I’m not willing to let anyone else play with your ass before I do.”
He stepped up to the arm of the chair, and Beth twisted to watch him. He coated the tip of the plug with lube, then turned his attention to her ass.
Pulling the globes of her ass apart he tugged the chains to the side. They were already tight and the added tension pressed the chastity belt hard against her p*ssy
, hard enough that Beth felt her p*ssy
lips throb against the unforgiving metal.
One slick finger rubbed against her anus.
“Relax,” he demanded, burying the tip of his finger inside her. Beth moaned in pleasure at the penetration.
“Can you come from anal stimulation alone?”
“No, Master James.” The answer was automatic, but then again, her body had responded to him in ways it had never responded to anyone before. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
Something cold pressed against her rear entrance, and for a second she tensed before reminding herself to relax. The tip of the plug slid in.
Master James applied steady pressure, forcing her body to open, forcing her to accept the penetration. As her sensitive anus was stimulated, Beth started to breathe hard, something coiling tight inside her.
“Are you going to come, Beth?”
She couldn’t answer, only shake her head, not denying it, but telling him she didn’t know.
The plug sank in, her body closing around the narrow neck.
Master James carefully moved the chains back into place so they were now holding the plug in place.
Beth turned to look at him, the small movement making the plug shift inside her. Master James returned to his seat, and without a word forced her head onto his rock-hard shaft. He was thicker than he had been a moment ago, a testament to the fact that plugging her ass had been stimulating for him too.
Beth devoured his cock, swallowing as she took him deeper than she had before, the head of his cock filling her throat. She wanted it deep, needed to be overwhelmed by sensation.
Master James unfastened the belt from around her thigh. “Rock your hips back and forth while you suck me.”
He had to help her find the rhythm, but soon Beth was rocking forward and back, as if meeting the thrusts of someone f*ck
ing her from behind, but there was no one there. Only the endless frustrating pressure of the chastity belt and the shifting of the plug within her. Her thighs smacking against the arm of the chair, her shoulder bumping against his chest. Beth moaned in frustration around his cock. Her nail dug into his leg, her brow furrowing.
She needed something more, just one more thing to push her over the edge, over an edge she didn’t understand.
Master James’s breathing was heavy, and one hand dropped to her head, taking control of the blowjob.
“I’m going to come,” he panted. “I want you to come too.”