Aaron
The sharp, biting pleasure shot through my chest, my breath stuttering as my back arched instinctively. The dull ache of the clamp settled into something hot and addictive, twisting inside me in a way that made my cock throb harder against my stomach.
Jesse was watching me like he owned me, his expression that of a hungry beast, like he was memorizing every reaction, every tremor of my body under his control. Fuck. I hated how much I loved it.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured, dragging his fingers down my stomach, stopping just above where I desperately needed him to touch me.
Damn. He had never played with anyone, he was a fucking virgin—so how was he so good at making me feel inexperienced, powerless—completely surrendered to him, just because of his touch, his calculated stimulation techniques?
Fuck, I loved it. The way he looked at me—like he owned me. Why did it feel so good being treated like his fucktoy? Was it because he was unlike the gentle, quiet Jesse I knew? Because I could see this dark side of him now?
He was fucking hot. I mean, he was gorgeous even before, but now? With those eyes full of dominance, the sheer power he held over me—he was goddamn irresistible.
I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the rush of humiliation burning beneath the intoxicating pleasure. "Like you didn't already know," I shot back, my voice hoarse.
His smirk deepened, and before I could catch my breath, he snapped the second clamp onto my other nipple.
I yelled, my hips jerking involuntarily. The sting of the cold metal sent another wave of arousal straight to my cock, precum spilling onto my stomach as my body betrayed me. And for the first time in my life, I felt it—my hole squeezing hungrily, aching for something inside, something more. Not just his tongue. Something bigger, warmer—something that could fill me up completely.
Jesse hummed in satisfaction. "God, sweetheart, you look so fucking good like this." He tugged at the delicate chain connecting the clamps, making me whimper from the sharp, teasing sensation. "So desperate, so fucking pretty."
I should've been embarrassed. I should've fought back, thrown some smug remark his way. But all I could do was tremble beneath him, drowning in the intensity of his touch, in the way he fucking ruined me with nothing but his hands and his voice.
Fuck you, Jesse. He knew exactly how to use his words against me. He only ever called me sweetie or sweetheart when we kissed—but now, he was roleplaying my master. And it was fucking arousing, the way he addressed me like that, the way his hoarse voice wrapped around the words like a command.
"Now," Jesse murmured, running a thumb over my spit-slick lips, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Are you going to be a good little pet and put that mouth to work, or do you need me to train you some more?"
I swallowed thickly, my throat already raw from moaning, from gasping for breath. My tongue flicked over my lips, instinctively seeking more of his taste, more of him. My chest rose and fell in shallow pants, heat pooling between my legs as my eyes dropped to his cock—thick, hard, fucking gorgeous.
I wanted him. I wanted him so bad I could barely think.
I had wanted him since high school. Yes, I wanted that charming, neat prince to toss away his gentle, restrained facade—to go crazy over me.
"I'll be good," I rasped, my voice wrecked, needy under his deep gaze. I rose from the bed, kneeling before him, the light chain connecting the nipple clamps adding weight, making them pull with every slight movement.
Fuck. I really felt like a bitch—my already fucked hole leaking his saliva down my thighs, my nipples clamped and aching, my mouth slick with spit I hadn't even had time to swallow between my screams. I looked like a seductive pet, ready to be used.
"I'll—" My words cut off as Jesse gripped my hair, guiding me down until my lips brushed against the tip of his cock. I moaned at the first taste of him, precum smearing against my tongue as I opened my mouth for him, welcoming the weight of him on my tongue.
"Of course, you'll be good," he mused, his fingers tightening in my hair as he pushed in, slow but deliberate. "Because you love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for me, being my perfect little toy, Aaron."
Fuck. I was his toy. His pet. His whore.
And I wanted to be.
I whimpered, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper, sucking eagerly, desperate to please, desperate to hear him lose it because of me. His cock was hot and heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips around him, making my jaw ache in the best fucking way.
His hips rolled forward—gentle, never forcing, but still, he wasn't letting me suck him off peacefully. He fucked my mouth in slow, teasing thrusts. I moaned around him, letting my hands roam up his thighs, gripping, needing something to hold onto as I let him take control, let him use me. Let him use my mouth like an onahole for his pleasure.
"Shit—" Jesse groaned, his voice breaking slightly as I relaxed my throat, trying not to choke, taking him deeper, swallowing around him. His grip in my hair tightened, his restraint slipping as his hips snapped forward just a little rougher, a little less controlled.
I loved it. I wanted more. It wasn't enough.
I couldn't help it. I had really become his needy little pet—because his cock inside my mouth, heavy, pulsing, rough... I wanted it to fill my other hole.
With one hand holding onto his hip to keep my balance as he fucked my mouth, I trailed my other hand lower, fingers brushing over my twitching hole, imagining—fuck, just imagining—what it would feel like if he really lost control, if he pushed me down and fucked me senseless like I needed him to. My fingers pressed inside, just barely, and I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him curse above me.
"Shit, Aaron," he hissed, shuddering. "You're fucking yourself while sucking me off? You really are a horny little pet, aren't you? Does your master's cock taste that good?"
I whined, pressing in deeper, sucking harder, my eyes fluttering shut as I lost myself in the feeling, in the heat, in him. Jesse groaned, his pace quickening, thrusting into my mouth, fucking my throat like he knew I could take it, like he knew I wanted it.
"That's right," he growled, his voice rough, wrecked. "Take it like the needy little bitch you are."
Fuck. I was going to cum just from this.
I could barely breathe, barely think—just pure pleasure, heat, Jesse's cock stretching my lips, his filthy words making my entire body burn. My fingers pumped inside myself, my own cock dripping, my hips grinding desperately against my own touch. I was so close, so fucking close.
Jesse cursed under his breath, his grip in my hair tightening as he buried himself deep in my throat. "Gonna cum—fuck—"
I groaned, sucking harder, my tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, needing to taste him, needing him to lose himself completely.
And then he did. He let out a ragged moan, his hips jerking as he came, hot and thick, spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my head spinning from the sheer intensity of it, from the way he trembled above me, breathless and ruined. His eyes were red-rimmed, wet, his cheeks flushed.
I barely had time to recover before my own orgasm crashed into me, my body tightening as I spilled onto the sheets, my fingers still buried deep inside me. I sobbed through it, moaning around Jesse's cock as the last waves of pleasure wracked through me.
Jesse exhaled, pulling out slowly, his cock still slick from my mouth. He dragged me up to him, crashing his lips against mine, tasting himself on my tongue.
"Aaron," he exhaled, now in his usual soft tone, his voice trembling from overwhelming emotions. "You were amazing," he murmured against my lips.
"What the fuck, Jesse—do you like acting all cute after what you just did to me?" I managed to squeeze out between breaths, glaring at him, only to watch his face flush blood-red as he kissed me once again.
Instead of getting flustered, Jesse smirked lazily, the previous shyness washing away as his fingers traced down my spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through me.
"I told you—no regrets after seducing me, didn't I?" His voice was smooth, teasing, dripping with amusement. "You brought this Jesse out, you know? I'd never act this rogue with anyone else, sweetheart." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And just like you unleashed me, I want to bring out the dirtiest side of you." His smirk deepened as he brushed his lips over my jaw. "You liked it, didn't you? Me whispering all those filthy things I want to do to you just to watch you squirm?"
My entire body burned hotter than before. I choked on my own breath, shoving his chest weakly. "You're so fucking annoying."
Jesse just chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered I'd become. "Oh? But I thought you liked it when I talked dirty? You seemed pretty into it a few minutes ago."
I groaned, covering my face with both hands, refusing to let him see just how red I'd gotten. "I hate you."
Jesse laughed softly, prying my hands away from my face so he could kiss me again. "I love you, Aaron." His voice had softened, the teasing playboy fading, replaced by the Jesse who made my chest ache in the best way.
He brushed his fingers gently over my cheek, his lips lingering against mine. "Next time, you'll be my master. What do you say?"
I blinked at him, heat creeping back into my face. "What—what the fuck are you even saying?"
He smirked, clearly amused by my reaction. "Just a thought. You looked so good begging earlier... but I want you to take control over me too, even if just for once."
I swallowed hard, my mind short-circuiting at the image that conjured up. "You're insane."
Jesse only grinned, nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "Only for you, sweetheart."