”But why don’t you wanna fuck me in front of everyone at the grand opening?”
Marshall couldn’t help it. Not only was he genuinely curious, but he also had the insatiable need to rattle Stone’s cage. The man was like his name—hard as granite. Nothing seemed to get to him.
Except when he thought he’d lost me.
Marshall swallowed down the sudden rise of emotion threatening to clog his throat. Feeling his feelings—the way he was supposed to do as he continued his recovery—was way too scary sometimes. His chest hurt, literally ached from the memory of when he and Corey had been rescued, when Stone had been there to bring him home. It was then that Stone had gazed down on him with deep love shining from his eyes and it was a moment Marshall would forever hold in his heart.
Stone jumped up from the kitchen chair then rushed to where Marshall stood next to the stove. He’d been about to fill the saucepot with water for some linguine, but had set it down perhaps a bit too hard. Stone wrapped his large hand around Marshall’s nape.
The timbre of Stone’s voice would’ve likely projected complete calm and control to almost anyone listening in. But Marshall knew his Master. Stone was worried about him. The flutters that filled his belly whenever he remembered how lucky he was, when he embraced the love he felt for Stone, it was what anchored him. Having the gift of Stone’s love in return had also helped him discover that he was worth loving and that he was resilient.
“Nothing.” He let his eyes drift closed as he leaned into Stone’s touch. “I just get overwhelmed by my feelings sometimes.”
“Good feelings?” Stone gently pulled him to his side, keeping an arm around him.
“All kinds.” Marshall glanced up at his impossibly tall and hunky Master. Speaking of fucking luck. “I love you.”
Stone let out a small growl, then gathered Marshall fully into his arms. He pressed his mouth to Marshall’s, his lips firm, as he took command of the kiss. Marshall let his body go slack in Stone’s strong arms. He’d never been a particularly compliant lover, even when he’d subbed, but Stone had done something to him. Something delicious, and he’d let Stone do whatever he wanted to him.
Stone broke the connection a few minutes later, both of them breathing heavily. The curl to one side of Stone’s lip, as well as the predatory leer, set Marshall off. It started with a small chuckle, then a laugh, then got louder until he couldn’t stop or catch his breath. At some point, Stone joined in, and they held on to each other throughout their shared random hilarity.
Finally, Marshall got himself somewhat under control, both he and Stone sucking in gulps of air and wiping their eyes.
“Feels good to let go, right boy?”
“Yeah, Master. It really, really does.”
No drink, or drug, or envious admiration from fellow party boys or potential fucks could compete with the love and life he shared with Stone. Marshall knew he was Stone’s entire world and it was fucking amazing.
Stone cupped Marshall’s shoulders and took one more hard kiss before letting him go. “I’m starving and I heard rumors that you’re making a lemon butter chicken with linguine? Is this correct?”
“It is, Master.” He sighed dramatically. “Not Gordon Ramsay, but I got it from the online recipe site I belong to.”
His cheeks heated as he debated whether to continue with what he was about to say. He’d never dreamed he’d become so domestic. He even sort of enjoyed it, for fuck’s sake. Could be the dormant artist in me.
“What?” Marshall scrunched his eyebrows together.
“You were about to say something, boy. Tell me.”
He pressed his lips together. Not mocking himself was even more of a challenge than not mocking other people or things. Primarily because he was so damn good at it.
“We have an agreement in our contract about hiding from each other.”
Shit. Why did I say okay to that? Marshall let out a sigh of resignation. He knew damn well why. It was a huge part of his recovery, and something that their relationship counselor had reiterated would be a vital part of their union.
He sucked in a deep breath then let out another sigh. He’d been gathering the ingredients that he’d need for the recipe, so avoiding eye contact had been incredibly easy. He’d also hoped it would’ve kept Stone from noticing that he’d been about to blurt something out.
Marshall smacked the block of parmesan cheese down on the counter a tad too hard, the same as he’d done with the pot earlier. Marshall turned around to face Stone, his hands behind him as he braced himself against the tiled work surface.
“Fine. Remember that lentil and turkey sausage soup I made a couple weeks ago? The one I came up with myself and you said you loved and I should make it again and you were really proud of me and—” He sucked in more air. “Well, I posted it online.”
Stone’s eyebrows had risen higher the longer Marshall had rambled on. “You did?” A grin slowly spread across Stone’s face. “That’s wonderful! What did you call it?”
Marshall groaned. Oh, the humiliation. “It’s…stupid. I should totally take it down.”
Stone gave him ‘the look’. It meant punishment was imminent.
Marshall rolled his eyes then fixed his stare on the ceiling. “Lusty lentil and sassy sausage soup.” Saying it out loud was even more groan-inducing than when he’d hit the upload button on his recipe page.
Stone sputtered out a laugh he’d obviously been trying to hold back, and anger bloomed inside Marshall before he could tamp it down. He defiantly crossed his arms, trying to decide whether he should throw something or stomp out. Maybe throw something then stomp out.
Stone’s voice was soft as he approached Marshall, his arms extended. Marshall turned his head, refusing to meet Stone’s gaze. He may or may not have been pouting as well, but he wasn’t keeping track. He was, quite simply, pissed the fuck off.
Stone wrapped him in an embrace with Marshall frozen like a statue.
“I apologize. I never want to hurt your feelings, and truthfully, I think it’s adorable.”
Oh Jesus. “Adorable? Really? Gag. I’m taking it down right now.”
Marshall squirmed in Stone’s arms, but the bastard wouldn’t loosen his hold.
“Let me go.”
“Boy, I want you to calm down and take a moment. You’re having a knee-jerk reaction. And rushing to take down something you’ve obviously put a lot of thought and work into, because you fear criticism, isn’t the best way to handle this.” Marshall kept struggling as Stone spoke. “Stop it, Marshall. Let’s go sit down and talk.”
“No! Fuck you. I don’t want to make up stupid recipes anyway. Just let me finish dinner. You said you were starving.”
Marshall gasped as Stone hoisted him up on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. His world up-ended and it forced Marshall to clutch Stone’s dress shirt in surprise and fear. He started struggling again, but Stone had one meaty paw on his ass and his arm wrapped tightly around Marshall’s thighs. He couldn’t even get a decent kick going as they traveled down the hall toward the bedroom.
A sharp whack to his exposed ass made him yelp. “Hey!”
“Don’t pretend as if you didn’t suspect this might be the effect of acting out.”
Marshall gritted his teeth as he wriggled more. He received another stinging slap for his efforts.
Cooking naked sucks.
He was permitted to wear a long apron to cover his junk and chest when he cooked, but it did nothing to save his bare ass.
“I’m not acting out. I’m expressing my…dislike of…recipe names and Masters who think I’m adorable.”
Oh Jesus. Who was he kidding? He was totally acting out.
Stone had the nerve to snort a laugh in response and Marshall screamed.
Damn, that felt good.
He knew Stone hated it when he did that because of the neighbors, and he hadn’t really meant to disrespect the rule, but the jumble of conflicting and frustrating emotions hadn‘t had anywhere to go so he’d simply set them free.
Stone tossed him onto their large bed in the master bedroom. He landed with a small bounce then rolled over, ready to launch himself off the mattress. Stone encircled his waist, then angled his body in a way that hoisted Marshall over to him so that he was facedown across Stone’s lap. He had to admit that any display of Stone’s He-Man strength always made him pop a boner. Unfortunately, a hard-on wasn’t the proper message he wanted to send. Poor, underappreciated sub was more of what he’d been going for.
Stone held him in place with one hand at the small of his back, while he angled his body, fiddling around in the nightstand on Stone’s side of the bed. At the sound of the drawer opening and closing, Marshall momentarily gave up his struggles out of curiosity. He never could stand not knowing what was going on. It was the reason that masks and blindfolds were a soft limit.
Marshall groaned as soon as Stone placed the ball gag in his field of vision. He should’ve known. It was something he’d agreed to on their contract, with little resistance, because even he realized he needed to be shut up on occasion.
“Come on, boy. You know what to do.”
“Yes, Master.” He’d said it with a tone of resignation.
Marshall accepted the item, then placed the red silicone ball in his mouth from where he was positioned, his head upside-down. Marshall grasped the dangling leather straps, wrapped them around the back of this head, then fumbled with them at the awkward angle until he’d eventually buckled them. Once he had them in place, he became aware that the hand Stone wasn’t using to hold him down was gently stroking up and down his back. Marshall had completely forgotten all about fighting.
“That’s my good boy. I love you so much. Can you breathe clearly?”
Stone leaned over him the same as when he’d handed him the gag. “Put this on.”
Marshall accepted the large round bell that was attached to an elastic loop. He slipped the item over his middle finger like a ring, then palmed it. All he had to do if he needed to safeword was to open his hand then shake it.
“You’re being punished because you refused to communicate with me. Our success as a couple together hinges on being able to discuss everything openly. If you’re afraid or embarrassed to say something, that’s okay, but you need to tell me that’s why you won’t talk about it. So that’s ten right there. Putting yourself down adds another five swats. Rudeness, screaming and foul language adds five more. Understand?”
Marshall nodded, tears already pricking at his eyes over how badly he’d behaved and how patient and understanding Stone always was. Josh was the only boyfriend who’d ever been as decent to him, but he hadn’t been able to master him the way Stone did. Every other lover? There’d been a lot of mutual screaming and object breaking. It’d been toxic, and undoubtedly fueled by his immaturity, combined with the alcohol and drugs.
“I expect you to take it well for me. Can you show me how sorry you are?”
Marshall nodded again, sniffing in a breath as more tears threatened. Stone rubbed circles on his back.
“Still breathing okay?”
Marshall indicated he could.
“Then I’m beginning.”
Marshall’s entire body stiffened as if to defend itself from Stone’s initial onslaught. Stone didn’t seem to be holding back, and as each whack stung his ass cheeks, the heated pain building in his skin, Marshall promised himself he’d remember that Stone loved him. That Stone genuinely wanted them to succeed as lovers as well as Master and sub.
I do too.
By the time Stone had reached the last volley of five smacks, tears ran freely from Marshall’s eyes and his nose had stuffed up, not only from being sorry for his actions, but from the ache in his ass. He wanted to hold out until the end, take it for Stone the way his Master had asked, but he couldn’t sniff enough to clear his nose completely.
Three more, two more…fuck.
He frantically rang the bell, no longer able to breathe in. The ball gag fell away immediately, and he sucked in a large gulp of air. Stone had purchased a custom one that had a release on one side where the strap connected to the ball so that it could break away during any situation such as the one that’d just occurred. It wasn’t something a sub could disengage, but a Dom could. Marshall knew that Stone’s extra precautions weren’t only because he was a responsible Dom, but were also related to when he’d been wrongly accused in a sub’s death years before.
Stone yanked him onto his lap so he was upright, cradling him. Marshall hissed at the contact of his bare, raw ass against the wool suit pants Stone wore. Stone brushed Marshall’s hair back from his face with one hand then kept it there, his features etched with worry. He gazed at Marshall with a furrowed brow.
“What happened, boy?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I swear I tried—”
“Don’t.” Stone frowned, pursing his lips before he spoke again. “You’re always allowed to safeword, no matter what. I only ask because, once more, I need to know what’s going on with you. Need you to communicate.”
“Yes, Master. It wasn’t the spanking, I would’ve taken it all. You can even spank me once more, get that last one in.”
Marshall twisted in his embrace, whimpering at the pain, but trying to get face down across Stone’s lap again.
“Mar… What the hell are you doing? Settle down.”
“But, I’m just trying to take my punishment. For you.”
Marshall couldn’t quite ascertain the expression radiating back at him from Stone. It was like a grimace, but it also seemed as though Stone might tear up too. He pressed his lips to Marshall’s temple, then hugged him close.
“Sweet boy.” His words had been soft. “Then if it wasn’t the spanking, why did you safeword?”
“I couldn’t breathe.”
Stone grasped his shoulders, then held him away from his body. “How long did you hold your breath? You could’ve passed out and I wouldn’t have known because the bell was attached…” Stone shook his head, his voice trembling when he spoke. “We need to go back to using the one you drop. If you’d lost consciousness, it would’ve at least fallen to the floor.”
Marshall had issues with hanging on to the bell when he was gagged. It wasn’t his fault. He’d simply get so distracted by whatever else was going on, he’d completely forget about it. It was very annoying when Stone was in the middle of fucking him, or doing some other delicious thing to his body, and he’d drop it by accident.
“I didn’t hold my breath for more than two spanks, I swear. I didn’t even get dizzy.”
Stone kept his frown as he seemed to search Marshall’s face for the truth. “All right.” He let out what seemed to be a calming sigh. “But you’ll still have to learn how to use the bell without the loop.”
Marshall pouted. “Oh, man.”
“Yes, Master.” He’d kept most of the sarcasm out of his voice.
“Your safety is at the front of my mind always, you know that.”
Marshall twisted in Stone’s arms again, but instead of trying to lie across Stone’s lap, he faced him, then positioned himself until he’d straddled Stone. He was pretty hungry for dinner too, but he needed his Master so damn bad.
“What about my hot body?” Marshall ground down on Stone’s unmistakable erection pushing against his slacks. “I hope that’s on your mind too. Like, a lot.”
Stone wrapped his arms around Marshall, ran his palms up and down Marshall’s back. The sensation of his Master’s strong hands on his flesh always melted him. If he didn’t like coming so damn much, he’d want to lie there for hours while Stone simply touched his skin over and over.
“You, Marshall.” Stone said it against his lips, his words soft. “You’re always on my mind.”
When Stone captured his lips in a heated kiss, he once again, let his body be manipulated however Stone wished. The kiss continued as Stone pressed Marshall onto the mattress, covering him with his large, muscled body. Stone took Marshall’s mouth again and again, angling his head differently each time, Stone’s late-day beard growth scratching his chin as he delved deeper.
Marshall’s ass still stung, but it didn’t bother him as much as he slid along the satin spread as it had when he’d been wiggling on Stone’s wool pants. Which reminded him, why was Stone still wearing pants?
As if reading his thoughts, Stone broke their connection then rose. He cradled Marshall’s legs with his massive thighs, not allowing his full body weight to rest on them. He knew that for certain, because otherwise he would’ve been crushed to bits. Stone smiled down at him as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“I want in, boy. Are you ready for me? Or do you need a punishment for that too?”
Marshall was about to make a snarky remark about Stone not having any faith in him, when his Master winked. One of Stone’s many requirements on their days off at home together was that Marshall should always keep himself slick and stretched in case Stone had the urge to bend him over the kitchen counter and do him quick and hard. Not that Marshall had a problem with that.
Stone climbed off him, and Marshall lifted his legs back to reach between them and remove the plug. Stone grabbed his wrist. “No. Let me.”
Marshall nodded, the heat in Stone’s eyes ramping up Marshall’s lust that much more.
“Hold yourself open for me, boy.”
Marshall did as he was told, Stone releasing a barely contained moan before twisting the plug, teasing him with it. It bumped against his gland and Marshall yelped, sharp spikes of electricity dancing up his spine. Stone fucked him gently with the toy, as Marshall’s body fought to hold on to the fat silicone object. Each time the plug placed pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves in his passage, he slammed his head on the mattress, struggled to keep from planting his heels on the bed as the sensations overwhelmed him.
“So beautiful.” Stone’s voice was husky, raw with need. “I wish you could see how hot you are like this, your hole slick and stretched as you writhe under my hand.”
Stone needed to stop talking. Admittedly, Marshall did have a tendency to push for punishments, he knew that about himself. Liked to make sure he had his Master’s complete attention. In return? He got off on making someone as incredible as Stone a happy man. But he wasn’t in the mood for a reprimand at the moment. He was more focused on a good, hard fuck, and the last thing he wanted to do was come without permission.
“Mmm. That’s a very pretty flush spreading up your body. Your cock is leaking beads of pre-cum, the crown scarlet, the vein underneath throbbing as your dick jumps and twitches.” Stone chuckled. “I could watch this all day.”
I won’t last five minutes, let alone all day. He fought the urge to comment, to beg. He knew his Master well enough to realize that he’d only prolong the agony of enjoying Stone’s cock up his ass. Stone was in charge, not him. That had been his biggest lesson so far, and the one he failed the most often. He’d always been pushy, and certainly didn’t need anyone telling him what to do. Or so he’d thought until the drink and drugs had almost destroyed him.
“How are you doing, boy?”
Stone had leaned over, the action giving him a better angle to push the plug in deeper. He twisted it and Marshall let out a keening cry as his balls abruptly tightened.
Stone froze, keeping the plug buried deep. “Breathe through it. You’ll learn to control your body so well you won’t even need the cage anymore.”
“What?” Marshall jerked his head up, his aching cock and tender hole momentarily forgotten. “Why? Don’t you want me to wear the cage? I don’t understand.”
His voice had held an edge of panic and his heart rate had jacked up. He observed as Stone arched his eyebrows, a bemused expression on his face. Marshall narrowed his eyes at him.
“Were you tricking me into saying that?”
Stone frowned. “No. That’s not something I would ever do, I don’t agree with that as a tactic. But I’ll confess you caught me off guard. I mentioned the cage with the thought that it might inspire you to work on your control. However, it seems as if I might need to rethink my strategy.” Stone gave the plug a strong twist and Marshall yelped. “I think you need the security of knowing I have you.”
Heat filled Marshall’s face. Even he hadn’t realized, until Stone had said it, that having him control his cock at all times was something he needed.
Stone kept his one hand on the toy in Marshall’s ass, but leaned farther over to brush his lips over Marshall’s and to sweep his hair back from his forehead.
“It’s all right, boy.” He remained close enough, that when Stone spoke, the heat of his breath fanned across Marshall’s face. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll always happily give you whatever you need, baby.”
Tears threatened again as Marshall’s emotions jumped all over the place. He knew Stone would always take care of him. When he stopped to consider the enormity of such a thing, it filled his heart to bursting.
“I love you, Master.”
The hint of a smile pulled at the corners of Stone’s mouth right before he descended on Marshall’s lips, his tongue pushing through the seam to deepen the kiss. The gentle motion of the toy in his channel as Stone fucked him with it soothed him, but also kept him in a high state of arousal.
As Stone broke the connection of their joined mouths, he gently pulled the plug from inside Marshall in one long move, even as Marshall’s body fought to hold on to the toy. Stone rose, his eyes never leaving Marshall’s. After setting the used plug on one of the hand towels he always kept nearby, he straightened then removed the rest of his clothing. The urge to grab his own dick and jack it while watching the muscular Stone undress was compelling, but Marshall had his eye on the prize. He was willing to wait a bit longer to experience the thrill of Stone ramming him until he couldn’t breathe.
At last, Stone shed his remaining garments and climbed onto the mattress from the end of the bed, crawling toward Marshall with a predatory leer. Stone’s thick cock swayed, his balls heavy and hanging low. Marshall licked his lips.
“Come on, boy. Hold yourself open for me. Show me that pretty hole, show me how much you want it.”
Marshall’s cock jerked, more liquid beading at the tip. Stone was going to send him over the edge too fast, before he had permission. He did as Stone commanded, exposing himself to his Master’s gaze. Stone dropped onto one elbow between Marshall’s legs, then used his other hand to jam two fingers into Marshall’s ass, spreading them, turning his hand to soften his rim even more than it already was. It seemed unnecessary, given the fact that he’d had the plug in all day, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The toy had been toe-curling and wonderful, but it wasn’t the same as having Stone’s intimate touch in his passage.
Marshall lifted his head to gaze down at Stone. A smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth.
“Amazing.” He’d barely been able to push out the words.
“I enjoy knowing my touch makes you feel as good as any plug or dildo.”
Marshall swallowed hard, letting his head fall back on the pillow as Stone softly massaged his gland.
“Better.” He let out a small cry and gripped the sheets as Stone banged against his prostate a bit harder. “Your touch. Better.”
“Mmm. Thank you. Because I want to touch you all the time. Feel you from the inside out then back again.” Stone added a third finger. “So soft and hot, mine to pleasure. Mine to love.”
“Master…” It had come out on a sigh.
“What about when I fuck your cock with the sounds? Is it better than having your ass plugged? Is it something you crave all the time? Do you want the burn in your dick as it’s stretched and filled more than you’d ever thought possible?”
“I bet you want me to fuck that pretty cock of yours in front of everyone. You do, don’t you? You want a nice thick rod to stretch your slit and show everyone how much cum you gush after I fuck you like that.”
He’s driving me out of my ever-loving, fucking mind. “Master, I…I want everything you do to me.” Marshall screwed his eyes shut to ride the wave of bliss coursing through his body.
Stone added his pinky, but it barely registered with Marshall. “Should I fill you more right now? Not your cock, but your ass?”
Marshall fucked himself on Stone’s fingers, the stretch and burn so incredible, beyond anything he’d had with Stone before. Stone pressed deeper until his folded thumb stopped him from going any farther. Marshall pushed against Stone’s hand that rested flush to his opening, the knuckle where his thumb joined his hand digging into one butt cheek.
“Ask me for it Marshall.”
Marshall was along for the ride, had given himself over to Stone’s will. That was the deal. Stone Master, Marshall sub. Even if Marshall fought him or tried to direct things the way he wanted them to be, it didn’t matter. Stone ruled over all.
“Don’t make me wait. Beg me to give you my whole hand, to hold you from the inside.”
Marshall froze, Stone’s fingers still stuffed in his ass, but neither of them moving any longer.
He lifted his head again, his gaze meeting the intensity in Stone’s eyes. Stone crooked two of his fingers, rubbing his sensitive bundle of nerves. Marshall gasped and jerked, a sharp cry coaxed from him.
“I wasn’t expecting…I mean…” Marshall bit his lower lip, frowning. He kinda sorta wanted it, but didn’t at the same time.
Everyone should try it at least once, right?
He wasn’t so sure about his logic, but reason wasn’t entirely at work under his current circumstances.
“I love you, Marshall. I’d never hurt you, ever. But I want to touch you everywhere I can and I know how much you love being filled. This would be it, Marshall. This would be almost as much as I can give you.”
Marshall tilted his head. “What else is there?”
“Fisting you while I fuck your cock.”
Marshall slammed his head back on the mattress. “Jesus!” He swallowed without any spit, but he had to go through with it. Had to know. “Please, Master.” His voice cracked. “I want your hand, your whole hand, inside me. Please.”
“That’s my good, brave boy.”
Inexplicably, Stone withdrew from his passage.
“Shh.” Stone placed his clean hand on Marshall’s belly. “Do you trust me, baby?”
Oh yes. Stone was very serious whenever he said ‘baby’.
“Yes, Master. I totally trust you.”
“Wonderful. Because even though you might feel as if you’re stretched and lubed enough for this, I don’t believe you are. I’d rather I overdo it than risk your well-being.” Stone cleared his throat. “I appreciate your rapturous comments on my dick size, but other appendages are rather large on me as well.”
Marshall’s butthole clenched. Stone was a formidable man—every part of him.
Stone leaned over to give him a soft kiss then patted his stomach. “Don’t move.”
Marshall watched, fascinated, as Stone retrieved a rather generous tub of lube and a couple of bath towels from the linen closet next to the bathroom. He focused on his Master, watched his fluid movements, graceful despite having such a big, muscular frame. Stone approached the bed.
“Lift your butt.” Stone laid one of the towels underneath him, then patted his hip, encouraging him back down. “Stay relaxed. Breathe steady. I could do this with you on your knees, but I’d rather see your face.” Stone gave him a wistful smile. “Be able to kiss you.”
Marshall couldn’t believe he was actually going through with such a thing. Seeing the jumbo container of lube and the thick towels draped over Stone’s arm made the whole moment scarily real. Stone regarded him with a contemplative expression as he slathered his hand with a glop of lube.
Marshall couldn’t stop staring at what Stone was doing.
“Oh, uh sorry. Garden for stop, flower for slow down and sunshine for go.”
“And you’ll use them if you need to, right?”
“Yes, Master, I will.”
“Then hold yourself open for me again.”
Stone’s voice had been calm and soothing. Marshall was thankful. He needed it.
Marshall started at the first contact of Stone’s fingers in his crease. He laughed nervously, then inhaled a full breath before slowly releasing the air. The action was the same one he performed whenever he participated in any impact or pain play. He tried to do it during punishments too, such as his spankings, but it didn’t seem to work as well. He always managed to fuck with his own head over how guilty he felt and it threw his concentration off.
Hmm. Should probably talk to Stone about that.
Marshall sucked in a sharp breath as Stone pushed a generous, yet chilly, amount of lube inside him. He then inserted his thumbs into Marshall’s opening, massaging the rim, stretching as he rubbed the slick around the resistant muscle. Marshall wasn’t entirely sure what his opinion about the whole process was quite yet. It wasn’t as sexy as it’d been when Stone had been talking about it while finger-fucking him only moments before.
Stone had muttered it under his breath. He wasn’t given to swearing that much, particularly when they were on high protocol, so Marshall didn’t know what to make of his declaration.
“I’m so honored by your trust, boy. Your beauty. Vulnerability to me.” Stone lifted his gaze until their eyes met. “I want you for always.”
Marshall’s breath hitched, Stone’s words slamming into him. Stone removed his thumbs, but quickly replaced them with the four fingers he’d already breached Marshall with from before.
“I’ll be going slow. Part of it is to make sure I take good care of you. The rest is so we can both experience every moment of this together.”
Marshall wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be responding or not, but he doubted he’d have the ability to anyway. The extreme stretch was back, albeit sloppier than before. As soon as Stone nudged his gland, he jerked. With the loss of arousal in the interim, it was more annoying than pleasurable.
Stone had enveloped Marshall’s cock with the wet heat of his mouth, the easy motion of Stone’s hand in his ass as he sucked his swelling shaft quickly bringing him back to the edge. Stone teased his glans with the hardened tip of his tongue, flicking it while stroking his prostate. Any concerns over the lack of eroticism had been more than thoroughly addressed.
Stone continued to suck him, taking him to the hilt, then hollowing his cheeks as he drew off. He let Marshall’s dick fall from his lips.
“Hands above your head. Hang on to the frame the way you normally do.”
Marshall blinked a few times, then realized he’d had his fingers clutched in Stone’s hair.
Oops. My bad.
Stone winked at him as he reached up to grab the steel frame of the bed. Stone had explained to him that even though he’d given up on the lifestyle by the time he’d purchased the bedroom furniture, the modern square-block-styled metal headpiece had turned out to be perfect for attaching ropes and cuffs.
“That’s my good boy.”
Stone dipped his head, mouthing one of Marshall’s hairless balls, rolling it with his tongue before switching to the other one. Marshall held on tightly, but his legs were starting to shake from having to do all the work of keeping them open. As if he sensed Marshall’s distress, Stone sat back on his haunches.
“You can let go and hold yourself again.”
Marshall did as he was instructed, more comfortable once he was able to grip himself under his knees. Stone moved his hand gently inside him, and when he banged against his gland this time, it was definitely pleasurable. A flush of heat bloomed under Marshall’s skin, his hips moving in tandem with the motion of Stone’s hand. A string of pre-cum trailed off the end of his throbbing erection, the sticky moisture landing on his stomach. A moan escaped his lips.
“Yes, that’s it. You like this? Like it a lot?” Stone’s voice was deep and throaty, thick with desire.
Me. This amazing man is this turned on because of me.
Marshall never experienced such power as he did when he was in Stone’s care.
“Yes, Master, I do. Please. I want it. All of it.”
“My whole hand? You want me to fuck you with my fist until you’re so out of control with pleasure that you come, screaming?”
Marshall clenched his cheeks, the act of pulling air into his lungs difficult. “Yes, oh God, Yes.” Marshall’s eyes went wide.
“Breathe and let me in, Marshall. Don’t fight it, let it happen.”
His hole burned, a slight sting blooming from his rim as Stone tucked his thumb in with the rest of his fingers. It won’t fit. It’s impossible. He wanted to experience it the way Stone had described it, but he couldn’t fathom how it could ever happen. Stone lay his other hand on Marshall’s abdomen, circling his palm over Marshall’s skin, the touch sweet and calming. Marshall let his body go lax then gasped as Stone pushed his hand in past his knuckles, his rim snapping over Stone’s wrist.
“You’re in? It’s in?”
His mind was swamped in chaos as he tried to process the enormity of what they were sharing and how he felt about it. He whimpered.
“Shh, I’m here, baby. I’ve got you and I’m going to hold you from the inside while I make you come.”
Marshall gave a jerky nod, his spiky, sweat-soaked hair rustling against the pillow. “Okay. I trust you.”
Stone leaned over, then gave him a slow, tender kiss. The more Stone used his lips and tongue to explore, the calmer Marshall became. With Stone’s mouth covering his, Stone slowly curled all his fingers inside Marshall’s passage until he’d formed a fist. Marshall groaned into the kiss. The heat and throb at his overly stretched opening was so pronounced it was all he could focus on.
It wasn’t comfortable, yet it hadn’t stopped being erotic either. He definitely wasn’t ready to safeword. He wanted to know if Stone could really push him over the edge with his giant fist up his ass the way he’d promised.
Stone had stilled, wasn’t fucking him. He broke their kiss then sat up. He reached over Marshall then scooped up more of the lube. As he rubbed the cool slick around his sore hole, Marshall sighed with relief. Stone had never stopped being gentle the whole time, but Marshall thought his body might be at its limit. The temptation to safeword had surfaced and he began to seriously consider it.
But then Stone twisted his wrist, the movement barely noticeable, but there. He did it again, but added a small push. The hand Stone had used to apply more lube had rested on Marshall’s belly once again, but Stone moved it lower until it was right above the base of his softening erection. This time when Stone twisted his wrist, his knuckles brushed over his gland right as he pushed down with his other fingers. His prostate was stimulated from within and without and Marshall cried out, his cock jumping in response.
Stone increased the pressure, fucking him with his fist a bit faster while massaging the area above his pubic bone. He squirmed as much as he could under the assault of sensation. His hard, aching length leaked more pre-cum than Marshall thought possible, tears gathering, then spilling from his eyes. Never. Never had he been so overcome with sensation.
“That’s it. Taking it so good.” Stone never stopped the gentle motion of his hand, or manipulating him from the inside and out. He pressed harder, fist-fucked him deeper. “Close your eyes. Visualize my hand inside of you, filling you up, owning you.”
Marshall did as Stone instructed and the sensations heightened, the power of the act gratifying in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It was as if the love they shared was more intimate and complete than it’d been before.
“You’ll come when I say.”
Stone picked up a quicker pace, but remained gentle inside him. Marshall’s kept his eyes closed, still focusing on the fullness, burn and stretch. The unbelievable heat where Stone’s wrist kept his hole spread wide.
Marshall’s balls had been snug to his body for a while, but the foreign experience had kept him from losing control. However, once Stone had told him to close his eyes, had increased the fist-fucking, he’d rapidly begun to unravel. As an unexpected tingling at the base of his spine and a strong shudder through his body assailed him, he knew all hope of holding back was gone.
“Master! Please, oh God!”
“Come for me, baby.”
Stone’s words had been quiet but Marshall’s prolonged yell was not. His body spasmed, cum shooting from him in long, violent pulses. He clawed at the sheets, his heels pressed to the bed as he writhed on Marshall’s hand, whimpers and sobs falling from his lips. When he finally collapsed onto the mattress, panting hard enough that he was dizzy with it, Stone stilled, his fist still encased by Marshall’s clenching passage.
Nothing was said as Marshall lay boneless, helpless and in Stone’s complete care. His Master, his lover took his lips in a sweet kiss, sweeping his tongue through Marshal’s mouth, the action as claiming as the fisting had been. Stone broke the connection then straightened just enough that he could use his free hand to rub the copious amount of Marshall’s spent seed all over his chest and belly.
Marshall’s eyes fluttered open and he was greeted with Stone’s serene expression. He chuckled then leaned in again, swiping at Marshall’s forehead with his tongue.
“You came everywhere. I won’t lick up what’s in your hair, though.”
Marshall held in a snort. He wiggled on Stone’s hand, still amazed by what they’d just done.
“You were so beautiful, boy. Gorgeous and wanton as you squirmed and rode my fist. But I’m not done with you yet.” Stone intertwined the fingers of his cum-soaked hand with Marshall’s. “Breathe steady for me boy, and relax your hole. I need to take my hand out.”
Right. He’d forgotten about that part.
Stone slowly uncurled his fingers, the feeling odd inside him.
“Keep still. Let it happen.”
Despite being so stretched and slick, his body didn’t easily relinquish Stone’s hand. When they reached Stone’s knuckles again, he sucked in a breath, beads of sweat that had already formed earlier trailing down his face.
“Almost there. Push out a bit, but not too hard.” Stone’s hand slid the rest of the way from his body. “Perfect.”
The emptiness was overwhelming and he started to cry.
“I…” His voice cracked and he had no idea what to say, how to explain himself.
“Shh. I’m right here. I always will be.”
Stone covered him with his body, his physical strength and bulk a balm, the act somehow holding him together, preventing him from falling completely apart. Stone’s hard cockhead nudged at his raw, sore hole, but he didn’t seek entrance. Marshall held his gaze, the expression radiating from Stone’s one of concern.
Marshall nodded against the pillow, then wrapped his aching legs around Stone’s waist. “Please. I need it.”
“I love you, Marshall. Don’t ever forget that.”
Stone circled his hips, his stiff length sliding inside the furrow of Marshall’s ass. Marshall encouraged him by rutting as best he could in his current position. After more teasing, Stone reached between them then placed the blunt head of his dick against Marshall’s opening before sliding it to the hilt in one long move. Marshall released a sigh. His ass burned, his body hurt, and he was filled with exhaustion. But he was content. Stone had given him peace.