Page 134 of Smart Ass

Ben looked up at him helplessly, so eager to please.

But Oliver knew Ben needed something more. He wanted him to be completely overwhelmed.

He sent Squeaky to the bedroom, to the drawer where he’d find what he needed.

“Touch your nipples again,” Oliver ordered. “Let me feel it. Harder.”

Ben moaned and complied, circling his nipples and poking sharply in. Suffering for their mutual pleasure.

“Good,” Oliver told him as Squeaky returned. “Get them ready for me.”

Ben’s eyes widened when he saw Squeaky bearing down on him with a pair of nipple clamps on a chain.

“Put these on,” Oliver told him. He could have had the bot do it, but he wanted this to be all Ben doing it to himself at his Dom’s command.

Ben sought out one of the cameras when he closed the first one over the reddened bud, his eyes momentarily scrunching shut and his mouth opening in a silent scream. He opened his eyes just for long enough to do it again. “Sir…” He was thrashing around on his back, trying to escape the pain without moving from exactly where he wanted to be.

Ben opened his eyes, staring up at Oliver with wonder and adoration as tears dripped down his cheeks.

“My good boy,” Oliver cooed. “So good for me. Now put this on.”

He passed Ben a tube of lube and a vibrating cock ring.

“Yes, Sir.” Ben’s words were a little slurred. Oliver had never pushed for honorifics, given the wild nature of Ben’s kink preferences, which made them all the sweeter when Ben granted them.

Ben was a sight to behold as he lubed up his cock and slid the ring down, keeping the vibrating bulge at the underside of the base of his dick where the bundle of nerves made him most sensitive.

He didn’t flick it on. That was Oliver’s job.

“Now you may continue. I want to feel your tongue and your hard cock.”

Ben knew exactly what to do, taking up two thermometers to trace one along his shaft and thrust the other between his lips. He was getting a little more coordinated with both, and the dual rhythms of heat-cool-heat-cool were driving Oliver into a frenzy.

“Faster,” Oliver commanded. He turned the vibrator to its lowest setting.

Ben writhed and increased the tempo.

Oliver’s breaths were loud to his own speakers, and he let out a groan of his own. He wanted Ben to hear them; to hear how much he was turned on by the display.

Ben moaned in return. “Sir… Please…”

That was what Oliver had been waiting for—those needy cries.

He turned up the vibrator to his highest setting, which had Ben bucking his hips.

“Sir, need you, please!”

“Thermometer between your legs,” he commanded. “Stroke your cock and the probe together.”

It took Ben a moment to puzzle out the words, then he moaned as he pressed the small black box hard up against his balls, which were shaking from the vigor of the vibrator. The thin probe stood straight up along the bottom of his dick, almost like they were frotting.

Ben moaned again as he took both in the palm of his lubed hand and started to stroke.

“Gonna… gonna…” Ben told him, gasping.

The heat kept rising. Higher and higher, beyond Ben’s body heat, as his hand glided over the probe.

Oliver was reaching his own peak, climbing with it.