Page 64 of Naughty November

I’d never known anything could feel like this. It was the most wonderful kind of torture I could imagine, because every decadent thing he did to my asshole made me hornier than I could ever remember being before.

And there was no way I could get hard.

“Please,” I begged again, desperately rubbing my caged cock even though that only made the need inside me feel even more urgent and out of reach. “Fletch!”

He chuckled, the vibration making me whine as more sparks shot off inside me. Then he pushed his tongue inside me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, turning into someone I didn’t even recognize. Someone needy and demanding, with my hands fisted in his hair and my knees hooked over his shoulders, trying to pull him in. Trying to get him to... to fuck my asshole with his tongue. To get in there deeper. To give me more.

To get me off, the way he said he’d promised he would.

“Please,” I panted, shamelessly grinding my ass against his face as my dick tried its best to fill out even more, my arousal turning into something that felt like a living beast, clawing to get out of me, when the cage’s restriction made that impossible.

Fletcher sat back on his heels, rubbing my wet hole with his thumb as he grinned at me. “That’s it, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

The low rasp of his voice sent another shudder through me, one that almost drowned out my embarrassment when it hit me how out of control I’d just gotten.

Almost, but not quite.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the muscles in my stomach and thighs and butt still clenching and releasing, making me squirm and yearn and need. “I... I don’t know what, um, what happened. I just...”

“You just need what I’m giving you, don’t you, pretty thing?” he said, his eyes hooded and his gaze so hot it made me feel like I was going to combust. “You need me to teach you how to enjoy this cage. To reward you for wearing it a little longer, just for me. To show you how good it can be when you hand over control to the right person. The person who knows how to take care of you. Who appreciates the gift you’re giving him. Giving me.”

I nodded, beyond words. Yes. All of that. Yes,please. I wanted to be a gift to him. I’d happily stay as frustrated and horny as he wanted me to be, I wanted to be stuck forever in chastity if he asked for it, just as long as he’d keep looking at me like he was right now.

Andespeciallyif he’d keep circling my asshole with his finger the way he was, round and round, softer, then harder, making the whole area light up with a brand new, stomach-clenching kind of pleasure that was so good it could almost convince me I didn’t need my dick.

Then he grinned at me, and pushed his finger all the way inside, and for a moment, it was so intense that I forgot I even had one.

“Fletch,” I gasped, my body feeling both invaded and hungry for more in a confusing mix that I didn’t know what to do with.

He pulled his finger back out, frowning a little. “Lube, baby. I know that you haven’t done this before, but please tell me you have some.”

I blinked at him, trying to think through the buzz of unfulfilled need that was consuming me. “I... what?”

“Lube. Sexual lubricant. Something to slick your way when you jerk off. What do you normally use?”

He’d just had his tongue inside my asshole, he knew my dick wasin a cage, but that question still made me blush like my face was on fire. “Just, um, just my hand?”

His eyebrows went up. “Really? You’ve never used lube at all?”

I shook my head, my stomach sinking. Should I have? Was I doing it wrong this whole time? Did not having any meanwas all over?

But Fletcher just winked at me, getting to his feet. “That’s okay, button. I’ll find something. Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

I hoped not. In fact, with all the feelings I’d convinced myself I didn’t have back when I’d been pining for him as a kid suddenly rushing in to fill up my heart again, the truth was that I hoped…

Well, I hoped Fletcher Greene wasn’tevergoing to be done with me.

FIVE

FLETCHER

As promised, I easily found some creative lube substitutes in Holden’s bathroom. But then, passing through his bedroom on my way back to him since it was a small apartment, I found something else, too.

Cream silk. Black lace.

And a shot of lust so hot and pure when I saw it—no, when I pictured it onhim, that it almost sent me to my knees.