Page 171 of Naughty November
Gene smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I enjoyed that quite a bit, sweetheart. Thank you.”
I almost opened my mouth to ask why he wasn’t calling me ‘boy’ like before, but I didn’t want him to stop using the endearment. I decided his word choice boded well for our future.
“I’ve never done anything like that, so I was a bit nervous.”
“You did wonderfully.” He tapped the back of my thigh. “Come on, let’s get the jeans off.”
I did as I was told, curious as to why he hadn’t made me strip all the way. He kept an arm around my waist while I stepped out of the pants. All that remained was my underwear and socks.
Gene ran his hands in slow circles over my chest. “Before I lead you to the chair, I want to reiterate that you can use your safeword for anything—not only the sounds or the mask.”
I drew my eyebrows together. “Of course. Are you worried I might run again?”
Okay, I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I was glad I did. Despite my reassurances I wouldn’t abandon him again, that was while we were sitting down and having a mature conversation. Not when I was half-naked and hard in his dungeon.
Gene waited for a beat before answering. “If I’m being completely honest, I have to say yes. But it didn’t cross my mind until I noticed how aroused you are.” He let out a small sigh. “My only concernregarding us is how much physical intimacy you’re ready for. It’s fine if you don’t want to do any more than we did before, or if you want to wait on all sexual contact for now.”
All we’d ever shared physically was him jacking me off after a scene when I’d been a good boy or ordering me to suck his cock. That particular act had only happened once, but it was what changed something inside me. Once I craved a repeat performance to the point where I couldn’t stop thinking about his hot, hard flesh in my mouth, was when I told him I wanted more.
“I know.” I nodded. “I get it. And I’ll use my safeword if I need to stop anything we’re doing.” I bit my bottom lip, not sure how far I could push him. But sometimes actions spoke louder than words, as they say. I grasped his wrist, then placed his hand over my erection. “When I said I want everything with you, I meanteverything.”
I let out a gasp as Gene grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. He crushed our lips together, shoving his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with an aggression I’d never experienced, each swipe deepening the connection. God, how I’d longed for this. I’d fantasized that once I gave him the okay, his kisses would be like a brand, an explicit claim I belonged only to him.
He broke the kiss, and I sucked in a gulp of air. His fingers that were still tangled in my hair loosened, and he gently brushed his lips back and forth over my swollen ones. I sighed, relaxing into his hold. A part of me wished he would skip the sounding and go straight to the fucking.
Gene considered me, staring into my eyes as if contemplating his next move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Come on.” He patted my ass. “Get the rest of your clothes off then climb on the chair.”
My woody quickly diminished. This was it. Showtime.
I shucked off my briefs and yanked off my socks, adding the items to my pile of strip tease clothes. I made my way to the imposing chair with thick straps hanging off the side. I swallowed with no spit. I suppose it made sense that he’d want to keep me still. I cleared my throat as I climbed onto the cool vinyl, wiggling my butt to get comfortable on the semi-reclined piece of furniture. I tried very hard toremember every moment of the demo I’d seen, but my brain had gone fuzzy.
I closed my eyes as I settled on the smooth surface. But that was what having a Master dominate me was all about. I didn’t have to remember. I didn’t have to do a damn thing other than let him take control.
The clatter of the metal cart rolling met my ears, and my eyes flew open. Gene gazed down at me with a smile then placed a reassuring hand on my abdomen. He had an air of authority about him and could be stern, but in many ways, he was a big softie. His demeanor was what originally inspired me to stop seeing my Dommes. Through him, I realized I needed more care and less severity.
Gene placed a padded, black satin mask edged in tiny silver studs over my eyes. “Since this is our first scene together in a while, and because both kinks are completely new to you, I’ll be talking you through everything.”
“Good plan.”
My voice cracked on the last word, which only reinforced why his decision was a wise one.
He brushed back some stray hairs from my forehead. “Before I strap you in and put on the mask, I want to show you the sounds. Specifically, the one I’ll be using on you.” He clicked open the lid of the red case, lifting the lid to reveal an array of metal rods in various thicknesses and lengths. Each one was topped with a silver ball. At the end of the graduating row in the bottom of the box, were compartments for what I recognized as penis plugs. At this point, my brain had shorted out, and I couldn’t respond. I hoped like hell he wouldn’t ask my opinion about the scary medical instruments.
I tensed when he pointed to the third rod from the smallest in the case. I tried not to dwell on the fact that they all seemed rather long, too. I reminded myself that Gene knew what he was doing, and he’d promised to talk me through everything.
“I’m going to start with this one. It measures six millimeters. Most male urethras are between six and eight millimeters in diameter, so it should be fine. But I’ll be going slow.”
My mouth was like a desert, and I held onto the chair arms with adeath grip. Gene leaned over me to grab the strap on the other side of the chair. He secured it at my waist, then proceeded to position me the way he wanted. He continued to restrain me, buckling more straps across my shoulders, chest, and limbs. He lifted my feet by my ankles and fitted them in the stirrups before opening them wider.
Being exposed and at Gene’s mercy like this was bringing my flagging erection back to life. One important piece of info I did remember from the sounding demo was that being fully hard might make it difficult for Gene to get the sound inside me. Something about my tip being too sensitive or the opening being too tight. I doubted I could make my dick behave itself, so that would be another quandary to let Gene handle.
I snorted to myself. I had no problem with Gene handling anything of mine he wished.
Once he finished restraining me, Gene fitted the mask over my eyes. He fussed with the elastic at the back of my head, positioning the covering to his seeming satisfaction.
“Comfortable?”