Page 193 of Naughty November
“I would.” There was no reason to deny that. “I’ve really liked the scenes we did where you were helpless.”
This would just be a new way to explore the same idea, but since I was pretty sure he needed some time to process it, I shifted gears a bit and my hands started to wander. “I liked carrying you off to my cave and making you my mate.”
He’d been reading a lot of monster smut when we’d done the caveman scene. It’d pushed a lot of his buttons, so I wasn’t surprised when he shivered and relaxed his legs to give me better access to his bulge. “I stripped off your coverings and I spread you out on the cave floor.”
Rewarding his silent pleas for more, I stroked my hand up his thigh and ran my fingers over his jean-covered dick. He was probably regretting his decision not to put on something with easier access, but I gave him as much attention as I could. “I pinned you down and spread your legs. You were begging to be released but the caveman knew you were lying. Why? How did he know?”
Letting out a needy sound as he shivered, Ashton didn’t make me wait long. “I was hard and…and I kept fucking my dick against you.”
“That was the only part I let you move and you used it to try to get off.” Making a tsking sound, I squeezed his cock. “Now think about if you couldn’t even do that. No words. No begging. No humping me. Helpless and tickled. Helpless and squirming because you have to go potty.”
I wasn’t sure what the right word was since he just always said he had to use the bathroom or piss and neither of those would work for the fantasy I was testing out.
Bingo.
He shivered and barely quieted another needy squeak. “I…”
“You like being helpless, I know.” Treating that part as perfectlyreasonable seemed to make it harder for him to point out the other bits that weren’t quite as typical. “I’d like carrying you around and making it so you couldn’t even pick up anything. You’d be so helpless you wouldn’t even use words.”
He made a low curious sound like he was just realizing he didn’t mind that part.
“And if you can’t talk, I couldn’t even make you say what you liked or what you wanted.” Oh, that was tempting too judging by his happy noises. “It would be all up to me.”
Well, it would be up to me to follow his sounds and to keep checking on how hard he was. But those had become very easy to follow over the past couple of years. They were easy to follow now too because I knew he was right on the edge.
He just needed a bit of a distraction, so I released the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Completely vulnerable and defenseless.”
Because he’d be my baby boy.
I left that part unsaid as he wiggled to help me get him out of his pants. His brain was going in a thousand different directions and I knew we were at the point where he needed positive reinforcement before he could relax.
So orgasms, cuddles…and then I could let him process.
It wasn’t exactly how I thought our Friday night would go, but I’d been expecting him to make up nonexistent work again, so I was counting our current situation as a win.
When he was naked from the waist down with his dick swinging around and begging for attention, I pulled him back onto my lap and laid him back like he was a baby, folding his arms over his chest. I didn’t say what I was doing but his wide eyes said he knew what I was thinking.
But no colors meant I could keep going, so I cradled the upper half of his body tightly against me to feed into the helplessness I wanted him to feel and wrapped my hand around his dick. That cut off all major brain function and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he pressed his face into my chest.
All he let out was a whine but that was enough to let me know hewas still in the scene. So I kissed his head tenderly and made a soft, approving sound as I jerked him off. The mixed signals I was sending seemed to fuck with his head even more and he nuzzled against me, getting into the scene without having to use his words.
“You’d be dependent on me and I’d have to take care of everything for you.” Doing my best to keep his body still and trapped against my chest, I started alternating between running my hand down his erection and just focusing on the head.
Rubbing on the slit and right under it always gave him the best, most overwhelming sensations, and this time it seemed to make him feel even more vulnerable. His cock throbbed and he whined, scrunching his eyes closed like he was hiding from everything.
“But if you were my happy boy, I’d tickle you and kiss your belly.” Bringing both kinks together in one fantasy got a full-body shiver from him and earned me another needy sound. “You’d laugh and laugh and you’d be squirming, but no matter how much you laughed and wiggled, I wouldn’t let up because I love hearing you make those happy sounds.”
Nuzzling against his head as I went back to stroking his cock, I kept up the scene and let the pleasure build. “I love having control over you too. I love seeing you helpless and needy. I love hearing you whimper and knowing that you belong to me.”
Just a peek at his caveman coming out to play got another desperate sound from my needy boy.
“I love seeing you wiggle and hearing your sweet begging sounds. You wouldn’t be able to beg to come, but you’d whimper for me and you’d look so sweet.” Going back to focusing on his slit kept him right on the edge as it felt like jolts were firing through him.
He was so mixed up inside he wasn’t going to last, but that was okay—I loved seeing him shoot off like a rocket. He was sexy as fuck when he was desperate with no willpower at all.
“I’d tickle you.” Rubbing the tip softly got another shiver from him and I knew he was imagining how it would feel to be so helpless. “My fingers would be digging into your ribs and that area right by your hips that makes you wiggle and squeal.”
Spreading out my hand, I barely had to brush over the sensitivearea between his hip and his groin before he cried out and his cock bounced. “You’d belong to me completely and I could just keep making you laugh and laugh. You wouldn’t be able to get away and we both know you wouldn’t want to.”