Asher was hard as hell when Jezebel left, and it was torment... again. And yet, it was this sweetest hell again. He ended up going to his bed and laying still, and he knew his words to her were serious.
Asher wasn't going to be having an orgasm for a long while. It was compulsory that the next time be when he had her as his submissive.
Maybe not as his slave, for her fear made that seem a long way off, but as his submissive at the very least. Having her as his slave was the true ideal, the perfect version of her fall to him.
Either option would be built with trust, conditioning, and acclimation to how he was, which was admittedly very cold.
But mostly, it would take a whole lot of unconditional love. And he could see that now, especially after talking with her. Grid puzzles. Philosophers. Cryptonomicon.
Jezebel was far along her college career path with no chosen major, as he had learned. The more pieces of her puzzle he was given, the more the picture started to come to him.
It wasn't in full clarity yet, didn't have everything all placed, but there was an image coming together in his mind, and it was a colorful image.
And Jezebel was getting to him. Dear God, it was that Chinese finger trap problem all over again. Asher couldn't touch himself, couldn't do a damn thing, but it wasn't because of her manipulation... exactly.
It was more because of his self-control riding him, ruling him with this iron fist. Asher lay on his bondage bed, staring at the sex swing in his room, and he was smiling with torment.
It probably looked insane, probably kind of was insane. Asher's erection throbbed and then faded to the back of his mind while he breathed to soothe himself. It was easy, so strangely easy.
Asher's willpower was something even he hadn't experienced before. It was total and pure and a greedy thing that hungered for her at the moment. Asher pictured her bowed, and yes, it aroused him, but it was this strange variation of arousal.
It was deeper and darker in the same way that pain was a deeper and darker variant of pleasure.
What was happening to him? God, he was having emotions, and he had been concerned for the day when those would show up for him, but now... Now, he wasn't scared of them anymore.
Jezebel showed them to him even while she gave him more power over himself. Feelings existed inside him, but he was in that cold place where he could hold those emotions in his hands and study them, choose to experience them, discard them as he willed.
In the same way he would notice everything about his submissive, he noticed everything in himself as well.
"Kotyonok," he said softly, happily. Somewhere inside of him, from that place where they had so completely connected stemmed a faith and knowledge that she was his.
It was strange because he didn't believe in things like soul mates, but he did believe that multiple people were cut from the same cloth.
Asher did believe that there were humans out there who were capable of accepting each other, whoever they may be, and whatever their quirks. And he did believe that when two creatures like that found each other, they wouldn't be able to part.
Jezebel was like that for him, and he believed that he was like that for her. Dear God, that shit sounded romantic when he turned it in his head, and it made him grimace. Asher had always been a romantic at heart, but it wasn't a quality he was proud of.
He shook himself from that reverie to get a cock cage from one of his toy chests. Asher had played with all manner of toys and experienced all manner of sensations, but always preferred the control of dominating. So he hadn't gravitated toward submissive male sensations.
Well, this was far from a submissive male sensation and he was suddenly incredibly in love with his Pet for the fact that Jezebel could give him this odd experience of denial.
Asher had always been indulgent, and here was a way where he could indulge in power instead of sex and it was heady, especially for his lifestyle.
Jezebel was the only person and scenario who this would have worked with because she had no restraint and couldn't have any power over him.
If anyone else had inspired this, he would have fled the feeling, misliking the thought of someone else having that kind of influence over him. And that thought excited him, made him adore her for her nature.
Asher fit himself in the cage and locked it, smiling through the sensation of metal locking around such a sensitive area at the moment.
Power rushed through his blood while he stared down at it. Oh, he wanted to eat her little pussy for hours while this tormented him, wanted to watch her feel the perversity of it.
It would be delightful when Jezebel had uncontrolled orgasm after uncontrolled orgasm, ones he would direct her body to against her will. And he wouldn't have that problem.
No, he was the perfect master and even his arousal would be distant when she gave up to him over and over again.
It made him grin just to remember the wild look in her eyes when he had been paddling her, when he had so carefully kept any desire from his form or expression.
Asher wore the cage locked under his jeans while he went into his training dungeon and considered all the images he would bring to life with her in that space, the forms of twisted conditioning he would do.
Asher's cock strained against its cage and he let the pain wash over him so that his pleasure was always forced to fade.
Of course, once he had her bowed and trained he would take of her as he willed, using whatever hole he wished whenever he wished.
But for now, this teasing build-up was far more fun than anything he could have anticipated.
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