Page 15 of Naughty November

He passed it to me and I fisted it, rubbing my thumb over the damp area, then lifted it to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him, even going so far as to touch the wet fabric with the tip of my tongue.

Mmm.

Atticus made a low sound in his throat as he met my gaze. I licked the damp spot again and again as he held it.

Then he forced his eyes off mine and worked on getting the chest harness off.

He was fucking beautiful with no clothes on. A gorgeous Greek God of a man that I’d been lucky enough to meet by chance. I didn’t normally become attached this quickly, but I was entranced by Atticus’ beauty, his obedience, and the novelty of the fetish. I hadn’t expected to like it so much. I already knew I’d want another hook up with Atticus, and I only hoped he’d be agreeable to it. This was not the time to ask.

He tossed the chest harness to the floor and stood there, his feet planted shoulder width apart, looking nothing like a submissive and more like my equal, gazing at me out of that fucking adorable hood with those gorgeous eyes that made my insides go liquid.

“Play with yourself,” I said, voice harsh with need. “But don’t come. You aren’t allowed to come yet, Mischief. I need you to be a good boy.”

He made another sound in his throat as he gripped his erection and stroked himself lightly, idly, as if he didn’t dare go any faster or the game would be up.

I threw the lube onto the mattress. I watched him track it, then dart his gaze back to mine, his desire evident. I undid my belt and unzipped my fly and took out my cock.

His eyes widened, even though he’d already seen it. I broke open the foil packet and held his gaze as I rolled the condom on myself, gritting my teeth to keep control.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees. Give me some space behind you.”

He didn’t move right away, but I saw him take a couple of deep breaths as he took his hand off his cock. Then he turned and climbed onto the mattress, leaving me plenty of room. When he was in position, he twisted to look at me, the heat in his gaze almost unbearable.

“Good boy,”I breathed, caught in a trap of my own making.

Fuck, he looked so hot, naked but for the leather hood, the collar, and that fucking tail waving over his back, as he splayed his thighs in an invitation.

“Such a good boy, Mischief.”

I pushed my jeans off and climbed onto the bed behind him with the lube. Splaying my hands on him, I slid my thumbs between his cheeks and spread him to get a look at the base of the plug.

“Fuck yes. This tail is so fucking hot. I love it.”

Knowing that he’d feel everything, I traced my finger up the underside of the rubber tail before wrapping my hand around it and giving a gentle tug.

He groaned and widened his stance, his head hanging down, his hands splayed on the mattress. He cursed under his breath.

I played with the tail, slapping it this way and that, giving him lots of time to anticipate what was going to happen. That was such a huge part of all of this—the wanting, the yearning, the needing.

“So fucking sexy. Such a good boy.”

He moaned and crouched down, arching his back in eagerness and wiggling his hips.

“You want it, pup?”

Mischief growled from deep in his throat. He’d gone from being cute to being wild and primal.

I grabbed the base of the tail and rocked the plug back and forth, eliciting so many lovely sounds. They hit me right in the balls and I had to stifle my own as I focused on the task at hand—tail out, cock in.

I eased the plug out, watching as he came undone.

The high-pitched whimper turned into a breathy moan as the plug stretched him wide and then slid out. And I was holding the tail and staring at that pretty, shiny hole. A drop of lube trickled down his taint.

“Fuck,” I said.

He barked, and it was like a call-to-action.Come on and fuck me already.

I tossed the tail aside and slapped his ass, hard. The skin was still tender from the spanking, and he cried out with pain.