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“It’s okay, Carter. You’re safe. I’m here.”
“Please, sir!” Carter begs, desperate for more than just an orgasm now.
The man's face twists, emotions flitting through it too fast for Carter to catalogue, before it hardens once more. "Alright, pet. You've earned it. Go on. Come for me."
Carter stares at the man. Blinks. Blinks again. “B-but…”
“What?” sir asks, a surprising desperation in his tone. "What do you need from me, pet? What can sir do?"
He – he isn't supposed to decide that.Sirshould decide. He shouldmakeCarter come. Carter can't just… do it himself. That's not - that's not how this works. He's empty and alone and so far away from sir. Sir isn't even touching him.
Why isn’t he touching him?
“I – I need you," Carter explains. Or hopes he explains. That's the best explanation he's going to be able to manage in this state. Hopefully it's enough. He repeats himself for emphasis. "I need you, sir."
“Do you want sir to fill your hole up? You want to fuck yourself on sir’s fingers?”
Carter flinches. He doesn't want sir's fingers. He wants his cock. But… it's sir's choice. He wants what sir wants.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“Turn around then. Hands and knees.”
Carter tries, but his arms wobble and he starts to teeter. He feels sir's hands on him and prepares to be punished for disobedience. Instead, sir just gently guides his body so his head and the top half of his chest are pressed against the floor. He nudges Carter's right knee and Carter widens his legs. It's a much steadier position. Carter opens his mouth to thank sir for his help, but ends up just moaning instead as sir sinks what has to be at least 2 fingers into his hole without warning.
When sir sees that he’s loose enough, he adds another. Then he crooks them.
“Oooh.” Carter damn near melts into the floor. “Yes. Sir – there. R-right there.”
“Oh, I know. You think your sir doesn’t know exactly where you need to be touched to make you feel good? You’re mine. Every inch of you.” Sir chuckles. Carter feels it rumble over every inch of his skin. “Sir takes good care of you, doesn’t he, pet?”
“Yes! Yes, lots. Good. Great. Oh, god, sir, I-”
“Go ahead.” Sir reaches around, easily unraveling the rope tied around Carter’s throbbing cock and balls. He wraps a hand around Carter’s cock then, working him in rhythm with the fingers in his hole. “Come for me.”
Carter couldn’t possibly do anythingbutcome. And come. Andcome.
And the strangest thing happens. Something inside of Carter…unhingesas he empties himself for his sir. A feeling wells up inside him, something he vaguely thinks he isn't supposed to let out, a feeling that's not bad, just overwhelming, and without thinking, he gasps, "I love you, sir!" just before his world goes still and quiet and blissfully black.
