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“Really?”
“Or it's one last time before you leave me.” Knox opens up about his feelings, and I see just how worried he is about me leaving. “And then we'll shower and take a walk to the stables before lunch. After that you are a free man.”
Free man. Going home isn't freedom.
“On the bed, hands on the floor rail. Time to fly again.”
I can't do it. I can't walk over there willingly. I want to go there, but my feet won't walk.
I'd rather he put me there.
“Please make me.”
Knox gives a chuckle. “You have no idea how perfect you are.” His hand closes around my upper arm and my damn cock jumps into my belly. He walks me to the bed and from there I willingly climb on.
Knox shows me a rubber mask, turning it over in his hands. I don't try to touch it, keeping my hands on the rail like he said, but I appreciate seeing what I'm about to be sealed in. My breathing still speeds up as he moves it closer.
“Use this as an experience to ground yourself, but if it gets too much, just tap on the headboard, OK?”
He's giving me a safe word. Or the non-verbal equivalent. I nod thankfully and say goodbye to my senses.
thirty-eight
Knox
Timetogetmyboy out of his pyjamas and have him as nature intended. Well, from the shoulders down. I'm not sure nature intended this boy collared and masked, strapped to the bed. But boy, does this kid look good. The TV is on, but it can't draw my eyes from my boy. Not until the foreplay and prep is over. As I ease myself into him, young Tiffany is brought into the camera shot. This is why my boy is blind and deaf for this. I fuck him slowly, sliding in and out, just enough to keep his head in the game, but the screen has my attention. Tiffany has made it clear I can't use Porter to get to her, so I must find other means. She should have pretended to care at the least, someone as devious as she could have milked this situation with just a little concern.
My dear boy still wants to stay, so I can't harm her, but I gave no promise to the level of care I afford her. Spending a few hours with her arms above her head may loosen her tongue, but Caeo is making it clear what will happen to her if she doesn't talk. There will be no deals, just around the clock torture until she tells or dies.
I switch off the TV and focus on this wonderful gift tied to the bed. My poor little treasure. I promised to make this boy fly. My movements speed up, ramming my cock against his prostate. Even in the mask, I can hear his wanton moans.
I could pound his plump arse all day if I didn't have an evil empire to run. Maybe it's time to retire. I could play so many games with his helpless body, we could have such fun. Pulling out from him, I slap his needy arse as he bucks with disappointment. I play with his cock, tugging on the swollen length. I don't care if he comes first or last. I can still enjoy him either way. He is close, his body twists and squirms, then he freezes, his back arches, and his seed spills across my bed.
“Good boy.” I give him another slap and then ram my cock back into his abused hole.
He whimpers gratefully, still hungry for attention. This morning showed me this relationship has a real possibility of real longevity. I want to spend the rest of my life with my treasure, protecting him from heroes and villains alike. Renewed vigour takes hold, my thrusts become erratic, spearing my boy repeatedly until my release spills free.
After catching my breath, my body relaxes back on my heels and it's time to release my boy.
He rises slowly as his eyes are uncovered, squinting for a moment.
“That was…” He pauses, either embarrassed or unsure if he has permission to speak.
“It was amazing, wasn't it?” I give him the words and the permission.
“Why?”
“Why did it feel so good?” I put his thoughts into words for him.
He simply nods, the perplexed look seems fixed to stay.
“Taking your senses away allowed you to focus on nothing but the pleasure.”
He nods, accepting my words.
“I want us to sit out on the balcony and just be together. I want us to have a proper talk about where this is going.”
“I don't want-”
