Taking the Knot by Sean Michael

Chapter Five

Ihold my boy as he sleeps, giving him the support of my warmth, my body. What a wonderful, stubborn, exciting boy. He is definitely worth the wait.

I can’t stop touching him—his skin is like silk beneath my fingertips. And the places where there is hair, well, that is what I’m looking forward to shaving. Not because I hate hair, but because I know it’ll make him more sensitive. Another thing to make him crazy over.

Once he’s mine, totally, I will decorate him at my will, make it clear to anyone that sees who he belongs to.

I purr and let my glamour drop while he’s sleeping. My horns were getting itchy. Soon enough he’ll be ready to take my true self in. He has to accept himself first though.

A huge head pops around the doorframe, Seraph’s smile wicked. “Has he agreed to be yours?”

“It’s his second time here—of course he hasn’t.”

“Hurry up. I want to take mine to keep. You know the rules.”

“It will take as long as it takes. You can’t hurry perfection.” And my boy will be perfect.

Seraph rolls his eyes. “Like he can compare to mine.”

I narrow my eyes, aggravated. “He doesn’t need to compare to yours—I already know he’s perfect.”

“Touchy! You’d think you were smitten.”

I offer Seraph the bird. He’s harshing my buzz with his teasing.

Seraph flicks his forked tongue at me, playing. “My boy’s waiting for me.”

“If he’s truly your boy, then he’ll wait until it’s your turn.”

“He is. You know the rules. One boy commits and one boy gets to go home.”

“He’ll commit when he commits.” I enjoy the chase, the push and pull of will-he, won’t-he.

“Mmhmm.” He winks at me, then slides away with a wave as Matt begins to wake.

I turn my full attention back to my boy. His skin should still be supersensitive, and I stroke him from the back of his neck down to his ass. As soon as I touch his blistered ass, he arches, moans for me.

I purr, letting my sound of pleasure vibrate against him, and I stroke him again, my fingers sliding along the same path.

“Master…”

Oh, my prick aches.

“Yes, baby boy, I’m right here.” I pat his ass several times, making sure to nudge the plug. Matt arches and moans, trying to crawl away.

“You’re not going anywhere yet, boy.” Will he still call me master as he becomes more awake, more aware of his surroundings and remembers what’s happening?

“Aches. Burns.” He snuggles into me, hiding.

I pat his ass again, continuing to hit the bottom of the plug so he’s reminded it’s there. He can’t hide from the sensations. Or from his need.

Or from his training.

I have to put a larger plug in, one he’ll need to work for. He can wear it while we have dinner. I’ll feed him steak and watch him squirm as he sits with it in. I rub his ass some more, knowing it’s still sensitive enough that I’m leaving behind an undeniable burn.

“Shall we continue our training?” It’s not really a question, more my letting him know it’s coming.

“Con…continue?” His voice is shaky but full of need.

“You’ve become comfortable with that plug—it’s time to go to the next size. Then we can share a meal. I can’t wait to see how you look walking around with my plug filling your ass.” I purr and push at the base of the plug currently inside him. The next one is only a little bit bigger. I wouldn’t want the training to go too quickly.

Lucky for me, once it’s over, I can make it start again, make him as tight as any virgin, and we’ll play this game all over again.

I grab the base of the plug. “How much time should we spend taking this out, baby boy?” I tug it out a half an inch, spin it a quarter of the way around, then push it back in again. I could do this forever, but then there wouldn’t be time for anything else and that would be a shame. Still, I want to hear how much he’s enjoying it.

“I—” His body goes tight-tight, fighting me. Silly boy.

Of course that’s part of the draw, isn’t it? That he’s going to fight me. That I have to insist and show him how much his body knows that it wants this. I let go of the plug and slap his ass, making sure I get the base of the plug, too, so that it pushes deeper and hits his gland.

“No! No, please! Enough.”

“You’ve been resting for ages. I know you’re ready for more.” I grab the end of the plug again and slowly ease it halfway out. Will he let me this time, or is he going to continue to fight it? I twist it in place. He moans, but he submits, allowing me to turn it.

I push it back in but only the smallest bit. Then I turn it again. I pull it out another couple of inches, turn it, push it back in a mere half inch, turn it again. I’m going to do this until it’s all the way out. Then I’m going to make him beg me to fill his perfect little hole again. He spreads wider for me, his cock and balls swinging.

“You’re starting to get into it, baby boy. I’ll have to reward you.” I slap his ass several times.

“No…” He sobs and pulls away from me, trying to climb up the chair.

“You don’t have to fight every time. I won’t tell anyone.” I’ll know, but I don’t really count because I know he likes it even when he’s fighting it with everything he has.

“It burns. Please. No more spanking.”

“Like you don’t love the burn. Like it doesn’t settle in your balls and make you need harder than you’ve ever needed before.” Will he really deny himself that completely?

“You don’t know me!”

Oh, I know him. I know his soul. The moment he first gave himself to me, I knew it intimately.

“I know you, baby boy. I know you and I know how to keep you needing, keep you begging for more.” I stroke his ass with a single finger, letting my claw touch him.

He goes wild, bucking and moaning, pulling away from me only to push back toward the touch. “Please,” he begs, and I’m sure he has no idea what he’s begging for, only that he knows he needs me.

“Yes, baby boy. I hear you. You beg so nicely.”

I keep playing with the plug, working it so slowly out; I know I’m driving him crazy. He’s rocking on my lap, cock dripping.

“No coming without my permission,” I remind him. I’m not going to push him too hard this time. I want to take him to the dining room and show him off, feed him too. I tap his balls, making them swing.

He grunts and pushes back despite himself. He wants every sensation I give him, craves it even.

I continue to drag out the removal of the plug, but eventually I pull it right out, leaving him empty. His hole gapes for a moment before it begins to squeeze closed. I quickly push two fingers into him.

“Don’t relax yet. You’ve got another plug coming, baby boy.”

“Another…”

“Yes, training.” I wiggle my fingers inside him as I reach for the other plug. I manage to get it lubed up one-handed, and only then do I take my fingers out of his ass. “You were meant for this, hmm?”

I don’t expect him to agree with me. He’s not ready yet to roll over for me. That’s okay. I don’t want him to yet. This push and pull is far too much fun.

“You’re ready for the next plug.”

He shakes his head but pushes back against me with a moan. That’s not a no. It’s not even close to a no.

I press the base of the plug against his hole. This one is only a very small bit bigger than the last, but this one is twisted so it will feel quite different. I push hard enough it begins to spread him open, then I stop. He’ll do the work of getting this one inside.

He waits for me to move, panting softly, and I stroke his thigh. “Good. Very good.”

I can see how the praise heats him, makes him want to please.

“Now all you need to do is push back and take the tip of the plug in. I know you want it.” I stroke the sweet little ring of muscles. “Your body craves the pressure.”

He’s still for a long moment, but I am patient, for the moment anyway, and I continue to stroke his body, offering encouragement for him to take what he needs.

He carefully eases back, groaning over the pressure, the slick tip.

“That’s it, baby boy. You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you. Most boys don’t get to the second plug so quickly. You are a wonder.” I keep the praise flowing; he needs to hear it. I like to offer it too. Push and pull, praise and demand.

Not that I need any encouragement. My cock has been hard since he first came in a week ago, and showing no signs of abating, no matter how many times I come. I might be making him crazy, but that goes both ways.

The chemistry between us, the energy, it’s undeniable.

“More,” I demand, and he cries out, pushing back to take even more of the plug in. The twist makes him gasp, arch, and try to take more. I encourage him, pushing a little harder. It might be cheating a little from making him take it all himself, but I’m feeling indulgent. His pleasure makes me happy.

“Full.”

“I know.” I stroke the small of his back, making him arch and take more.

He’s going to be so much fuller than this.

“Take some more for me, sweet baby. Stretch yourself.”

He moans, but he does it, he drives himself back onto the plug, taking more in. I turn it, letting the twists touch him in a new way. His thighs spread and he humps the air, jerking a bit.

I slide my free hand along his chest and down, feeling the heat of his cock, how damp it is, his pre-come dripping copiously.

“Oh…” Matt sings for me, driving into my palm.

I purr back at him, curling my fingers around his flesh and squeezing, letting him fuck himself.

I let myself imagine a set of stocks, his cock and ass pierced, body rocking between the invasions. I push the thought into his mind, loving the gasp of utter need. His hips rock harder, the plug going deeper, his cock leaking continuously.

Oh, lovely.

“What are you imagining, baby boy?” I know, but I want to hear him say it.

He shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“You can. I know you can.”

He groans and shudders, but he’s still rocking and I know he’s working up to being able to obey me.

I touch the tip of his cock, letting him have a touch of sting.

“Stocks! I’m in stocks, getting fucked. Oh god.”

“Fucked, sweet? Your ass?”

He sobs and nods. “My ass.”

“What’s happening to your cock, my baby boy?”

“Please. Help me. I burn…”

“I asked you a question. Nothing else is going to happen until you answer me.”

“You asshole!” He pulls away from me again, away from the plug, and curls up against the side of the chair, making himself small.

Oh, that won’t do. I haul him back fully into my lap. “You don’t have to fight this hard, baby boy.”

He moans for me and lets me hold him, lets me rock him. “It was fucking my cock.”

“Mmm.” I purr, still rocking him. “That thought pleases me very much.”

“I’ve never. I wouldn’t.”

“Mmhmm.” I touch the slit of his cock again, letting him imagine the pressure deep inside him.

He cries out, rocking against me, totally wild.

I grab the plug and ease it against his hole, giving him something to ride, something to scratch the itch he has.

It makes him wilder, pushing back against it. I gently push the image into his mind again so he can associate it with this pleasure. Because he will beg me for it, to have his cock fucked.

I have all sorts of jewelry for him to wear, in his cock as well as his ass. On his nipples. One day, I’ll make him slide a sound into his prick all by himself. The idea of that makes me shudder.

“Master…” Oh, yes. I have him. He craves this possession.

I fuck him with the plug now, pushing it deep, turning it as I pull it back out, pushing it deep again. I have him sobbing and rocking with me, eager once again.

“I burn for you.” He’s writhing like a flame against me, face rubbing into my chest.

“That’s because you’re mine. I’m going to put a ring on your lovely prick and keep you hard while we go dine.” He’ll enjoy the food, but I want him to be focused on his body. I want him to be craving my touch.

I fuck him a little longer with the plug before settling it inside him, nice and deep. He climbs up my belly, a low cry on the air. I grab one of the cock rings from the table and work it onto him.

He rolls into my hand, pushing hard, trying to get off.

“Behave,” I tell him, swatting his cock.

“No!” He keeps moving.

I swat his cock again, slapping the tip this time. I’m having a wonderful time.

“No more! Please.”

“Then stop trying to come and let me get the ring on your cock, boy.”

“I need. I ache. This is your fault!”

“It is. And you love it. You’ve never felt as alive as you do right now.” I know him. He was chosen especially for me.

I close the ring around his balls, truss him up, and he roars for me.

“Your strength is intoxicating.” That strength and the fight are indeed intoxicating, but he needs a breather. I want to torture him, not break him. I hold him, stroke his skin, calming him.

“You have to be hungry. Let’s join the others and eat. Your friend might even be there.” I don’t know for sure if Matt’s friend will be there, but there’s a good chance he will be. Barun is a good friend.

“How can I face Don? Anyone? Like this?” He motions to his angry erection, trussed up balls.

“I imagine Don is in even more dire straits than you. But I have some pants for you to wear.” Gauzy, practically see-through, they will inflame my boy with every touch to his erection.

“Thank you.”

Good boy. I pet him, careful to avoid contact with his cock.

When he has calmed, I give him the slacks. “Put those on.” He’s going to look amazing in them. I’m going to wear my leather pants. He’ll like me in those.

He slips into them without argument, moaning low as he settles them over his cock. “Please. I-I’ll ruin them with leaking.”

“I’d rather have you leaking in them than a clean pair of pants. They are replaceable.” I kiss him soundly. Then I stand and put my leathers on.

Taking his hand, I lead him out to show him off.