Page 26 of We Own Each Other

I swallowed, my voice a shaking whisper as I responded:

“Yeah?”

He steadily peeled off his jacket, letting it drop onto the floor in a heap.

“Then I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

And with that, he grasped the front of my shirt, spinning me around before pushing against my chest. I suddenly found myself sprawled out across his bed. I had fully intended to be a bit of a pillow princess tonight, my legs still shaking from the trek up the stairs, but as Corin approached the space between my thighs and rooted himself there, I was burning alive with embarrassment.

I didn’t have long to dwell on that particular feeling, though, as Corin’s hands found my belt and began to undo it with a confidence I hadn’t anticipated. The image of Corin, shaking and crying beneath me in the elevator, seemed like an entirely different person from the one crouching above me now.

He was cold and assured.

He was relentless.

He was my Dom right now.

My entire body burned to life with goosebumps as he yanked my cock out of my pants. He wasted no time jerking its entire length with hurried strokes. If not for the sweat, the friction would’ve been pure agony, though even that was barely any help as his palm gradually soaked it up.

Still, the sudden stimulation took my breath away. Leaning back into his bed, my hands rooted themselves into his bedspread, yanking and pulling every time the edges of his fingers brushed the underside of my glans. It was a burning electricity, streaking out from my cock and up into my abdomen. It took everything in me not to bounce my hips off the bed entirely — either to press myself deeper into that sensation or to get away from it, I couldn’t discern. I was a living mixture of pain and pleasure with no end in sight.

Not that I could see anyway.

My vision was a complete blur, tears welling up as my cock was beginning to burn. Then my vision filled with Corin’s face.

I blinked through the tears, letting them slip out and trail down my temples so I could see his face more clearly. His grin could only be described as maniacal, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he was going to consume me. Finally, his motions slowed, just as I was beginning to leak a pleasant and alleviating balm of pre-cum onto my raw shaft.

With a deep sigh, he growled:

“You know my safe word is ‘it’s bath time’, but I can’t remember yours. Mind telling me again?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but only a high-pitched whistle of air escaped. Coughing and swallowing, desperate to wet my aching throat, I finally coughed out:

“Red high heels.”

Corin nodded, his smile finally softening into one I recognized, though as that terrifying Corin faded from my sight, I found myself missing him.

It wouldn’t be long before I saw him again, of that I was sure. Especially as Corin then asked:

“Do you like toys?”

Chuckling, at least as best as I could, I quipped back:

“Who doesn’t?”

“Good answer.”

And much to my disappointment, he stood back up, releasing my wilting cock from his grip so he could make his way around the bed and toward a side table, squished between the wall and the headboard. Though I did enjoy the image of him disappearing into a dark silhouette through the canopy. He reappeared in the opening on the side of the bed, only to disappear once more toward the head of the bed, where he remained.

I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the drawer of the end table sliding open, and then what followed was a mish-mash of metal, plastic, and the familiar thud of silicone against the wooden interior. Images of dildos flickered through my mind’s eye, but nothing prepared me for what Corin dangled around the canopy curtain.

“Have you tried these?”

Five metal balls hung from a black string that ended in a large metal loop, which Corin perched on his pointer finger. As he swung them back and forth, they would occasionally make contact, producing loud clacking noises. I had played with anal beads before, but this was new to me.

They looked far too big, around three inches in diameter per ball, and with five of them on a string, I couldn’t imagine that length fitting inside anybody.

Turning over onto my stomach and crawling fully into the bed, I reached out to grasp the very bottom ball, surprised to find they were quite heavy, too.