Page 82 of The Best Bad Decision

“Good boy.” Master brushed his lips over mine before tightening his hand again. “You’re going to look so good for me in your collar.”

Collar.

He was going to collar me.

Own me.

Me.

“Come for me, baby.” Master squeezed just tight enough that I could feel the collar around me with every swallow and it sent the orgasm he gave me firing through me like a bullet. “Mine.”

His.

His caged boy.

The cage flared to life, squeezing me tighter and making sure I knew who I belonged to.

Master.

The pain and pleasure did something and then it was all too much and I let it all go.

When I was heavy and being held down to the bed again, I realized Master was snuggled on top of me, stroking my chest. I was his fidget toy. His body pillow. He had a thousand different ways he liked to use me so he could relax.

He even let out a soft sigh and rubbed his face against me. “I’m going to put you in something silky later so I can use you to hump and orgasm.”

Yes.

That.

“Yes.” I was going to say Master but his chuckle turned into a kiss. His eyes were smiling and he was so distracting I forgot. “Will…will I be caged?”

He frowned, thinking and picturing how he was going to use me as he went back to rubbing against me. “Maybe…but I might want you in your cock ring so I can hump you when you’re hard.”

He’d like that.

My eyes closed again before I told them they could, but I could still hear what Master wanted. I let the fuzzy feeling curl around me just like Master and smiled when I felt his kisses on my chest. “Will…will you use my mouth later?”

He hadn’t used my ass last night, but I’d woken up from the best dream where he’d used my mouth all night long.

“You’d like that.” He chuckled, making my face hotter even if I knew he’d liked the question. “Yes, but we’ll have to see if it’s my boyfriend sucking my cock or if I’m going to use my sub…or maybe I’ll be rewarding my boy for being good.”

I…I was going to like rewards.

“I’m…” Holding on to the words was hard, but I knew he wanted those too. He’d said so. If I gave him words, I’d get another spanking later.

Spankings led to pleasure and orgasms and even better rewards because I was his good boy.

“I’m your boyfriend…but…but you’ll still…you’ll still be in charge, right?” Yes. Questions got rewards too. Master liked questions. He liked knowing what his boy was thinking. That was important. “I like it…I like it when you’re in charge.”

I did it.

I gave him words and thoughts and I’d asked him for something.

It was exhausting but I’d done it.

“Yes, baby.” Master’s lips brushed over my cheeks. “I’m going to be in charge and I’ll make sure you know exactly how to take care of me.”

I was so heavy it felt like the air was one of those weighted blankets everyone had talked about…sometimes…they’d talked about those sometimes.