“You think I can’t keep you down?”
“No! I mean, it worries me. A little.” Maybe a lot, the more he thinks about it. “But it’s not really that. It’s more that you won’t want me. It’s going to get tedious if I don’t drop when you do stuff to me. You’ll think I don’t want you.”
“You need to stop making bizarre assumptions. You’re not a Dominant. You’re not me. You have no fucking idea what I want, how I play, or if you can even meet the goals I set for you. Let it go. Give us a chance at least.”
“I am! I want to. I’m not trying to drive you away. But see, I am already. I don’t want to think it, don’t want to question, I swear?—”
Colton reaches for the plug and pulls it out half an inch then shoves it home again. He presses it down so it puts pressure on Graham’s rim and then uses his other hand to tug on his rim from above. It’s weird and painful and absorbing. All of his Dominant’s focus is on him and his hole.
“Fuck. Thank you, Sir,” he moans.
He breaks out in goose bumps, and then he’s pressing back, offering his ass, clenching on the plug and desperately wishing it was Colton’s cock coring into him. “You’re overthinking it, honey. I want you. I won’t let you go.”
For three days, Graham thinks.
Then Colton pulls out the plug. Come and lube slip out of him,droolout and drip down his thighs. It cools quickly. Colton pushes away from him and looks at the mess, whistles at the sight, and shoves come back into him with two fingers.
“Look at you. I can see you closing up as I watch.” Fingers brush roughly against his hole in firm circles and then Colton spanks him directly on his sensitive skin. He yelps. Another squishing sound and his mouth is open in a silent cry as Colton spanks him with two fingers over and over again, swiping his fingers through the mess so it sounds obscene, and Graham falls into a gentle subspace.
There’s nowhere else to go.
“Don’t worry. I have towels and cleaner for you to clean up your messes.”
“It’s your come,” he finally says, but the words come out slurred instead of sassy.
“No, baby doll. I’ve given it to you. It’s a gift. You made my cock hard, made me need to come, and I put it inside you where it belongs. It’s your come and you’ll clean it up.”
Graham doesn’t know why that affects him so deeply but it does, and he goes a little deeper down, grateful to have the counter under him for support.
“Once we get you balanced, you’ll be responsible for it. I think you’d like licking up your own mess, wouldn’t you?”
The horror of it roils through him as he imagines how disgusting that would be. His gaze goes unfocused, jaw lax as the humiliation spills through him and is instantly eroticized. Maybe he doesn’t like it but his designation does.
“Right. Let’s see you,” Colton says, and he drops down to his knees, peering intently at Graham’s hole.
He jerks when Colton touches him. “What was your pain level when we had anal sex the first time?”
“I don’t… What’s the scale?”
“One is green, ten is red.”
“Umm, four? Maybe?” He hopes that doesn’t make Colton mad.
“Okay. The second time?”
“Six… Sir?”
“The second time made you come harder.”
“Yes.”
Colton stands back up and slaps him on the ass. Fingers press into him, feeling inside, checking him for injuries. “Do you feel injured?”
“No.”
“Did you? Could I have hurt you inside and it healed already?”
He isn’t sure. “I haven’t done this enough to know my body that well. But I don’t think so.”
