Page 44 of His Pet

Cameron pushes in without giving me a moment to adjust, burrowing into me until his hips are flush with my ass. Then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if he wanted to sink even deeper. He rests his forehead on my shoulder.

Even through the haze of pain and discomfort, I recognize his actions for what they are. He needs me. Today, he’s the one seeking comfort with me in the only way he knows how, and it’s a heady feeling to know that I can provide it to him.

“Use me, Sir,” I push through my clenched teeth. “Take whatever you need from me. I’m here for you.” The words should make me feel disgusted with myself, and at some level, they do, but they also feel right.

“Fuck.”

Cameron groans, grabs my hips, and starts thrusting. All I can do is hold on for the ride as he roughly uses my body for his pleasure. The drag of his cock through my tight hole burns, and I embrace that pain. If it helps him, I can take it. I can take much worse for him if only he’d give me a chance to be there for him.

“Justin, fuck.”

Cameron kicks my feet farther apart and changes the angle of his thrusts to hit my prostate. I whimper under the onslaught of sensation, my cock filling in a rush. The discomfort of dry penetration and the sharp edge of the cage poking my ribs with every thrust is too great, and I already know I won’t be able to come unless Cameron touches me, but it doesn’t take the pleasure away completely.

“Such a good boy,” Cameron snarls, snapping his hips forward so hard the impact against the cage knocks the wind out of me. “You’re so fucking perfect. And mine. All fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I confirm, because that’s what he wants to hear. It’s also how I feel right now.

His.

Completely owned by Cameron Matthews, and I can’t find any fault in that. What was the problem I was supposed to be solving here again? Getting away? Why would I want to do that? “All yours.” How devastated would Cameron be if I left? He’d have no one to comfort him, no one to be there for him. I could never do that to him. “Forever.”

Cameron cries out and finishes with my name on his lips. I’m only halfway there when I feel his cock jerking inside of me, but that’s okay. This was for him.

My ribs protest when he pulls out and releases from his death grip. I’ll likely have bruises tomorrow. My ass burns and I wince as I awkwardly clench it in an attempt not to make a mess.

“Fuck, Justin,” Cameron repeats breathlessly. He’s still dressed, but now he tears his clothes off. His chest heaves, and from the way his fists clench, I can tell he’s not burned off his aggression yet.

I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, hoping that maybe I can get him to talk, but I never get to it. He lunges and captures my mouth in a rough kiss. His tongue plunges in deep, the way he thrust his cock into me minutes ago, and I’m sure I’ll lose some hair from the way he’s yanking on it. There’s a flash of pain when he bites my lip, then his tongue is back. What he’s doing can’t even be called a kiss anymore. He’s fucking my mouth, plain and simple.

I can’t breathe or think. All I can do is whimper when he squeezes my cock so hard it hurts, but it’s that good kind of pain, the kind that makes me want more. Cameron doesn’t leave me wanting, though. He strokes me roughly, the nearly dry friction uncomfortable to the point of pain, but it’s also exactly what I needed, and I realize I’m about to come. I try to pull away from the kiss to ask for permission, but he doesn’t let me.

“Hold it,” he orders and bites me again.

I scream as he grabs my balls and pulls. I try to move away from the pain, but that only makes it worse. Besides, there’s nowhere to go with the cold metal of the cage behind me and a wall of muscle in front of me.

“Please. Please, Sir,” I beg, unsure whether I want him to stop or continue.

Cameron wrenches my head back, exposing my neck, and places a stinging, bruising kiss at the base of it. “You’re my good little pet, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I am. Please.” He lets go of my balls and goes back to stroking me, which might be even worse, because now I’m close again. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

“Hmm.” His hand shuttles over my shaft, firing off both pleasure and pain receptors as the dry friction winds me up harder. “You were good today, weren’t you?”

“I was. I’m always good.” I’m the best pet ever. I should get some recognition here. “Please, Sir. Cameron.” Saying his name is a gamble, because I might get punished for not addressing him properly, but it pays out.

“Alright, you may come. For me, pet. Always for me.”

The glide of his hand suddenly gets a lot smoother as I come and splatter both of us with cum. Cameron keeps stroking me through my orgasm, then rests his forehead against mine. “Jesus fucking Christ, pet. You’ll be the end of me.”

My whole body is sore, but I still preen under the praise. Really, who would have thought that I, of all people, would be so good at sex as to bring someone as gorgeous and experienced as Cameron to his knees?

Tension in Cameron’s shoulders suggests he’s still not back to his usual self, but as he disappears into the bathroom, I tell myself we’ll get there. I can help him through whatever is bothering him. I just have to convince him not to leave tonight. For both our sakes.

I’m about to follow him into the shower and maybe help him relax some more, when I hear a vibration from the pile of clothes he so recklessly tossed on the floor earlier. Without really thinking it through, I dig through it until I find the phone in the pocket of his pants. It stops vibrating for a moment, then starts again. Whoever’s calling him must have some urgent news.

That’s my only thought as I straighten up with the phone in my hand. Not that I could finally call for help and get out of here, but that whatever this “Sin” person wants to tell Cameron must be very important, since there are already several missed calls.

Even when I do realize what an opportunity I’ve been given, I don’t immediately jump on it. In fact, the thought of using the phone to escape makes me so terrified I nearly drop the damn thing on the floor.