Page 51 of Whirlwind

Then Master Eric leaned close to his ear, but his words weren’t seductive, just clear and matter-of-fact. “I happen to like your body. Quite a lot, in case you couldn’t tell.

“But whatever limits you set, we’ll stick to them. It’s never too late to change your mind. I won’t be disappointed with you, and no one will think anything less of you. We can stop the scene, or just do something different.”

Micah drew in a shuddering breath. “Sir, can I ask you something?”

The Dom nodded. “Anything.”

“When you look at me, what do you see?”

Master Eric’s hand stroked up and down his back in a soothing rhythm. “I see a strong man. A man who’s faced adversity and overcome it. A man who has a deep craving to submit, and was strong enough and confident enough to search for that even though he was worried about being rejected.

“I see a man with a sexy ass and strong shoulders that I want to lick all over. I see a man who pushes himself harder to walk than many athletes do to run. I see a man who trusted his body over to me, and who I want to please, in whatever way is right for him.

“And when he looks up at me, I see a boy who needs someone to take care of him. Not because he’s weak, but because he’s so strong all the time that he needs a place where he can let it all go.”

Wow. That was just… wow. He’d been expecting something more cliched or awkward, some platitudes about how his body wouldn’t matter. He’d never had anyone speak about him with such admiration and conviction. Words like that could be as addictive as the sex.

“Did that answer your question?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“In that case,” Master Eric was whispering now, “I’ll mention that Ben has been lusting after Parker for years.”

So Master Parker, the one who had totally reamed him, was trans! Holy shit. But Master Eric was still talking.

“And he’s never treated Parker as anything other than a man. So, if he’s decided to play with your other hole, there might be some curiosity involved because he’s so besotted with Parker, but I don’t think he’d be popping a boner if he thought of you as anything other than a man.”

Micah let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Do you want me to have him do something else? Or talk with you about it?”

“No, Sir. I think you told me what I needed to hear.”

“Do you want to change your limits?”

Micah thought he would need to mull it over, but he was ready with his answer almost immediately. He wanted this. He wanted to experience everything. As long as his gender wasn’t in question, he wanted to be at their mercy, to be taken in every way.

“No, Sir. I… my limits haven’t changed. Um, green, Sir.”

Master Eric kissed him deeply, starting out gentle and then getting rougher until he was pulling Micah’s hair and thrusting into his mouth with his tongue.

He pulled away for a second. “Resume, Master Ben.” His voice was deep and ragged. Micah loved knowing he had done that to him. And then Master Eric was sucking and biting at his lips again.

Micah felt hands behind him, but they were massaging his legs and ass, not demanding anything yet. They danced closer and closer to his hole, their destination clear, but without any hurry.

Micah felt himself pushing back, ready now to welcome that intrusion. Yet they still didn’t get any closer.

He was getting lost in Master Eric’s kiss, trembling with desire for more, for anything.

One hand swept across his sensitive lips, squeezed around his cock, and then went back to stroking his legs. He bucked backward.

“Be still, boy.”

The teasing pattern repeated itself, and his body quaked. Again, and then, again.

Finally, finally, those two blunt fingers pushed into him again. He jerked to the rhythm they created, even as he fought to keep still.

After a moment, though, the fingers started to feel rough. Now that he was on T, he didn’t make as much natural lubricant, and he knew that it threw people off.