Taking the Knot by Sean Michael

Chapter Nine

Iget out the leash for my boy’s cock while he naps. I’m going to show him off when we go to eat, let everyone see that my baby boy has come home to me. It attaches to the cock ring that will keep him hard, that will display his balls to perfection to anyone who cares to look. The thought makes me purr, and my boy responds, hips fucking the air, the jewel in the tip of his cock catching the light.

He’s been sleeping for a while. I held him and then put him in the bed as I got the leash out, put on my leather pants, brushed my hair and my horns ’til they glistened. I have been patient. Very patient. But it is not my strong suit, and I’m ready for him to be awake again, to be able to show him off.

I go to the bed. “Baby boy.”

“Master.” The word is full of total satisfaction.

It makes me purr. It’ll be even better when he says it when fully awake and aware. “Time to go feed you.” Show him off is more like it, but there will be food involved.

My boy opens his eyes. Someone is hungry, and I’m glad. Well-fed boys are eager and happy.

I’m fairly certain he isn’t ready to go have dinner wearing nothing but his plugs, though one day soon he will be, so I offer him a pair of light, gauzy slacks. They’ll give him the illusion of privacy, but the jewels in his plugs will still glint in the lights and everyone will know my boy is wearing my will.

As if anyone would doubt it, ever. My will over him is absolute.

He gets dressed, and I purr. The urge is there to strip him out of them again and take him. But he needs one more plug and he is hungry and I do want to show him off. So I take his hand and lead him out of the room and down the hall.

I keep him close, letting him learn to trust in me, to look to me for protection. I won’t let anyone touch him. Not anyone.

We walk into the dining room where there are other couples and also demons who are without partners. That used to be me and I’m so happy I have my boy now.

“Oh, welcome.” One of my oldest friends, Bachi, nods and smiles at me, offering me a seat next to him.

I sit and draw Matt down into my lap. It makes me purr happily that he doesn’t fight it in the least. In fact, he snuggles into me, hiding a bit.

I tilt his head up and take a kiss, feeding this hunger before we feed our more mundane hungers. I don’t hold back, devouring him.

He is mine—body and soul—and once I claim him, I will mark him for eternity.

Waiters come out with platters of food and the one set in front of me is full of steak and lobster, scallops and shrimp and the cutest little baby carrots that look sweet and buttery. I lick my lips and chuckle as Matt’s belly growls loudly.

“Someone’s hungry,” Bachi says with a grin. “Excellent sign, my friend.”

“Indeed.” I purr and rub Matt’s belly, not quite touching his cock.

He’s hard and aching, full fore and aft, ass working the plug. He is stunning in his submission, when he gives in to his need. Of course he’s just as stunning when he fights it.

I pinch his nipples, keeping them tight and hard. He groans and grinds his ass into my leg, giving himself extra stimulation. Naughty, needy boy. I adore him.

He isn’t thinking about the eyes on him; he’s thinking about me. My will.

He is intoxicating.

I grab a shrimp and dip it into garlic butter, then hold it to his lips. He snaps it out of my fingers like a hungry bird, his lips becoming coated with the butter. Leaning in, I take a taste, licking the grease right off, the garlic making me hum, the warmth of his skin making me moan.

“Master…” He licks at me, parting my lips.

I take a kiss, strong and deep, plundering his mouth. I can feel the approval of my friends, my fellow demons, sex hot on the air.

Matt clings to me and it would be so easy to lose myself in him right here and now. But he needs to eat—he’ll need his energy after we’ve finished here. So I make myself end the kiss and grab a bite of meat to press to his lips.

He eats it eagerly, humming around my fingers, licking them clean. I bend for a kiss to get the flavor of it straight from his lips. Oh, it’s delicious, but he is even more so.

I grab a slice for myself, then feed him another, letting my fingers linger on his lips.

Every bite, he licks me clean, loving on me. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been and I’ve never enjoyed food more. Everything tastes better, brighter, and feeding Matt is a joy unto itself.

He’s lovely—muscled and built, but in comparison to me, he’s tiny. It’s adorable.

“Is there dessert?” I have a sudden urge to taste something sweet from his lips, see if it’s as good as the garlic butter is.

Bachi chuckles. “I thought that was your boy?”

I laugh as well—that was a good one.

“But yes, there’s salted caramel mousse of some sort. Something fancy and delicious.”

“Perfect. We’ll have one to share.” I need to lick it out of my boy’s mouth.

Matt’s head is heavy against my chest, my boy floating. This is what he keeps coming back for—he’s never felt anything like this. No one can give him this but me.

I purr and rub against him, letting him feel the slickness of my horns. He reaches up for them, his fingers becoming so knowledgeable in giving me pleasure through them.

He’s going to be so good for me, in the long-term.

Of course it’s going to be mutual. I’m going to blow his mind on a regular basis, make him scream with pleasure he can only find here with me.

He was born to be mine.

He strokes my horns, dragging his fingers along the bone and making me purr. I want to howl for him, the touch so fucking good.

“Don’t stop,” I growl. I don’t care where we are. I just don’t want that touch to stop.

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good boy.” I know he gets off on being my boy, on my saying it. There aren’t very many who would dare say it to a big, muscled man like him. To me, he’s just the right size. I don’t want some tiny little man, I want big and strong. Even so, he’s smaller than me. I hum and close my eyes a moment, my prick going harder and harder.

I reach to nudge the plug in his ass, jostle it. He cries out and his fingers dig into my horns, holding on tight. That makes me groan, and so I move the plug again, pushing it in the tiniest bit deeper.

“Have you taken him yet, friend? Can he take your cock?”

“We’re still working on getting him ready.”

“Ah, how wonderful!”

There are murmurs of agreement all around.

That is the most fun—the stretching, the pull. The will-he, won’t-he, but of course, he always will.

And when that’s over, I’ll find something new for him to need.

Dessert arrives, and it’s enough to make me give a little moan of anticipation. It’s going to taste amazing from his lips.

“Look at that…” His eyes light up.

“I know. We do believe in decadence here.” I rub my hands together and lick my lips. I’m literally drooling in.

“You want a bite.” It’s not a question. Not at all.

“I want a lot more than a bite. From your lips.” I’m going to let him have a mouthful to himself first too. Because I’m a generous master.

“How?” He gets a spoonful, staring at me.

“Have a spoonful yourself first, then get another spoonful into your mouth and I’ll eat it from you.” Because everything is going to taste better with the flavor of him underlying it.

He eats a bite and shares one with me, the chocolate and him together blossoming on my tongue. It makes me groan and push my tongue deeper to get more of the taste. The jewel at the tip of his cock presses against my belly, warm now.

I reach down and touch it, moving it from side to side so that the metal inside him shifts and rubs against the inner walls of his prick.

“Master!” Oh, I could feed off that shock for years.

“You like it.” I tug the jewel up, taking an inch or so out before I let it drop back down again, the jewel stopping the metal from going any deeper.

He shakes his head, his eyes gigantic. “Please.”

“Please what, boy? More?” I do it again, this time making it slower, more deliberate.

“I—” He looks utterly confused, completely lost in sensation.

I just keep moving the plug, sliding it partway out, putting it back in, circling it.

He groans, fingers clutching at my shoulders, at my horns. That gives me that wonderful pleasure feedback loop—the more I play with the penis plug, the more he works my horns, the two of us moaning and breathing heavily.

It’s a good thing that no one minds us. In fact, everyone that has someone is busy writhing and touching and playing wicked games. It’s just what happens at the end of a meal here.

I want to make him orgasm without any seed again—I know it’s a heady experience—but I don’t want to share that with anyone, so it’s time for us to go.

I stand abruptly, my boy in my arms. “Goodnight, everyone.”

There’s laughter, knowing laughter, and I couldn’t care less. My entire focus is on Matt.

Matt, my hot, stacked little baby boy who I intend to keep forever.