Page 59 of His Pet

Cameron grabs my cock and gives me a rough stroke as he bottoms out. He’s everywhere. Inside me, all around me, in my heart and mind. It’s not him and me anymore, it’s us, and we’re perfect together.

Just like my body protested the intrusion, it protests Cameron pulling out. He slams right back in, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I brace against the glass and arch my back a little more, hoping to get the right angle to—

Oh. Right there. I moan like a man possessed when his cock tags my prostate on the next stroke. “Fuck. There. Please. Sir,” I babble, trying to move against him. Cameron doesn’t let me, his firm grip keeping me in place. He stops stroking my cock and just hammers into me. The glass wall rattles, but doesn’t give way. I wouldn’t have minded lying in a pile of glass shards if it meant more amazing sex, but it’s a good thing I don’t have to.

“I’ll fuck you outside too.” Cameron snaps his hips forward, then grounds them against my bruised ass. “Right there, on the grass. Make you scream loud enough for everyone to hear. Once it gets a little warmer, I’ll nail some stakes into the ground, tie you down to them, and edge you until you lose your mind.”

I want to respond, but I can’t seem to form coherent words. “Yes. Please. Sir,” is all I manage, the words mere gasps punctuated by Cameron’s thrusts.

Cameron grabs my balls, squeezing them so hard I cry out. “I have a great toy for these. You’ll love it.”

I have a feeling I won’t, but it won’t be my choice. Nothing will, and it makes me feel so light I could just float off if I weren’t impaled on Cameron’s cock.

“Fuck, Justin.” He bites my neck. “I can’t get enough of you. How are you so fucking addictive?”

I’m addictive.

He can’t get enough of me.

No one has ever said anything like that to me. No one has ever wanted me enough to fear losing me.

The words make me cry, or maybe I’m still crying from the spanking and the giant cock splitting me open. It doesn’t matter. Cameron wants me.

My climax sneaks up on me without warning. My toes curl, my fingernails scraping uselessly against the glass as lightning shoots down my spine. Cum flows out of my cock in a stream rather than in spurts, yet it still has enough force to soil the glass before pooling on the floor. Cameron groans as my body clamps down on him like I wanted to trap his cock inside. It’s not a bad idea, although I’m probably going to be rather sore once we’re done. He swells even more, and then I feel him pulsating as he fills me up with his cum. He doesn’t pull out, keeping me impaled as he leans over me, his hot breath tickling my ear.

“Fuck,” I manage to say. My ability to form sentences hasn’t returned yet.

“Fuck indeed,” Cameron teases. “And we’ll fuck again shortly, so get your ass ready.”

“Uh-huh.” Nope, still not there. “Yes, Sir.” There. Two words.

Cameron chuckles and nips at my earlobe. “Cuddles and food first, though.”

Am I in paradise?

Chapter 38

Justin

I dutifully open my mouth for the pizza slice Cameron holds in front of me, then let my head fall on his chest as I chew. We’re lounging on the massive sectional, wrapped in blankets, munching on pizza from a place Cameron must be keeping afloat by himself, judging by how often he orders from them. We’re having pineapple pizza, because I’m not the only crazy person in the room, but I actually find the taste somewhat acceptable. Especially when Cameron smiles at me after every bite, like he’s proud of me for eating.

After the last few days of barely feeling anything, including thirst or hunger, I didn’t think I’d eat much, but the first bite awakens something ravenous inside of me, and I polish several slices without a pause. Or maybe it’s the sex. It is said that good sex encourages appetite, isn’t it?

My ear is right over Cameron’s heart, and when I stop chewing, I can hear its strong, regular rhythm. It’s soothing, lulling me into sleep, but I’ve slept enough. I have to prove to Cameron that I’m over whatever mental breakdown I suffered, and taking a nap isn’t the best way to go about it.

“Am I allowed to ask if the phone call earlier was good news or bad news?”

Cameron sighs and slowly chews, like he’s giving himself time to think the answer through. He doesn’t sound angry I asked, which is great. I’ve missed talking to him. “You’re allowed to ask and…” He hesitates. “I’m not entirely sure. I think it’s good news, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Is there trouble?” With the way he’s been acting, all wound up and angry, I have a feeling he’s in some deep shit, but I don’t want to presume. “Can I do something?”

He hugs me tighter. “You’re already doing something. Just stay with me.”

“Well, I’ve already been planning on doing that.”

“Oh, you’ve been planning?” Cameron teases. “Tell me, pet, what else have you been planning?”

“Just the usual. Obeying my Master and making him happy. Maybe some world domination,” I can’t help but inject some levity into the statement. I don’t want him to think my over the top admission is some ploy to get him to trust me.