Chapter 19
Adrian
He was trying to punish me again. That was the only explanation. He was getting my brain so fried that I couldn’t actually process what he was saying.
He wanted to taste me. That somehow seemed more intimate, more loving, and I couldn’t comprehend it.
Master must have understood I was running on nothing but instinct and need. He gave me a teasing grin and reached back to brush his fingers over my tail, sending waves of pleasure dancing through me. Every time we explored this part of our relationship, it just got better. At this rate, I wasn’t going to survive it.
“Up on the bed. I’m going to stretch you out and play with my pup.” His voice was rough and thick with desire. Then just to make it more difficult to follow his order, he kissed me, still making my tail shift so the plug rubbed against my prostate.
Sparks… Fire…
Insanity.
“Are you being a naughty boy? Does my pup not want to get his cock sucked?” Master chuckled when all I could do was shake my head and try to find my legs. It didn’t work. They were gone.
I finally stopped trying to stand and just crawled over to the bed. I could feel Owen’s eyes following me with every swing of my cock and tail. It didn’t make functioning any easier.
A low moan escaped my lips when I climbed up on the bed, the plug jostling enough to make it hard to breathe.
He walked behind me, only pausing to reach down and grab the lube, all sleek grace and drawing my eyes to the tattoos inked into his skin. I wanted to touch them, to touch him, but he was somewhere between Owen and Master, and I knew what he wanted.
I should’ve felt guilty for reveling in the attention like I did, for not reciprocating, but I could see in his eyes that he didn’t care. He cared about me, about my pleasure and my needs, and it only made this hotter. Better.
He got right into the bed without hesitation and moved over me, rolling me to my back and stretching out above me. I gasped out a startled sound as the plug moved again, but Owen wasn’t worried. He almost leered, but I could still see the love that radiated from him. “That’s better.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted… needed. He leaned close and started kissing his way along my jaw and down my neck, drawing out moans and sharper sounds when he used his teeth to just nip my skin. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation crashed through me like the spanking had.
The spanking.
Everything he did and everything we tried was somehow better than I’d ever dreamed. Not that I’d dreamed about being spanked — at least, not until everything had changed. Now there were all kinds of crazy things running through my head, and I couldn’t wait to see how much hotter they were going to be. Porn didn’t hold a candle to Owen.
When he finally reached my nipples, I expected him to skim over them or bypass them completely. I couldn't have been more wrong. Owen’s final destination might have been my cock, but he wasn’t going to rush getting there.
He nibbled and licked and sucked until I was a rambling mess. Every touch went straight to my cock and with each arch and plea it made the tail move again. Incredible. Erotic. Maddening. I was going to burst into flames if he kept up the loving, teasing assault much longer.
“Please, Master!” He couldn’t leave me like that, hard and aching and full but not full enough.
His tongue flicked against my hip bone, and he looked up at me, his eyes wicked as he slowly toyed with the tail plug. I gasped, bucking hard, and I didn’t recognize the sounds that were coming out of my mouth. They were needy, wanton in a way I couldn’t remember ever hearing from my own lips.
He didn’t make me keep begging, but I would have if he’d wanted me to. I’d have said anything, done anything, just to feel his lips on me and get relief from the fire that blazed inside of me.
His mouth was on my cock before I could blink again, and the feeling of it alone threatened to send me over the edge. His tongue was shockingly hot as it slid along the underside, as he took me past his lips with practiced ease. One hand stayed on that plug, slowly pumping it in and out of me, while the other gripped my ass cheek to hold me still.
I was dizzy, the sensations overwhelming me, and I was afraid I’d come before he even did more than drag his tongue along my erection.
Owen kept teasing me, though, not letting me spill over the edge — spill into his mouth — and the motions of that plug grew increasingly insistent, increasingly comfortable and hot as the pleasure built and built. The head of my cock touched the back of his throat, and he swallowed around me… and I couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of his throat around me and the plug against my prostate, the knowledge that he was so completely and utterly devoted to me and me alone, had me soaring high.
I made one sound after another, not even caring what I looked like or sounded like. All I cared about was him and the way my hips lifted as he took me even deeper. The sensation of him drinking down every drop of what spilled from my cock — never letting up, not even once — and the plug rubbing inside of me left me with stars dancing across my vision.
When he finally pulled off me and let the pleasure fade, I sank back against the bed and just looked at him as he rose off my body. His lips were slightly swollen, and his gaze never left my face.
“Do you want to go on, Adri, or do you want to wait for another night?” He leaned down to kiss me tenderly, his arms braced beside my head. “We have all the time in the world, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready.”
It was sweet and loving, and not what I wanted at all. “If you stop now, I might die.”
Owen barked out a laugh, clearly enjoying the idea of tormenting me some more. “Are you sure? I could start kissing you again. I think I promised you kisses earlier, but I never said anything about your mouth, did I?”
He reached down and gave the tail a little tug, making my back bow off the bed. “Owen! Please!”
“Please what, Adri? What do you want?” That wicked voice sent shivers up my spine.
“You. Please make love to me. I love you, Owen, please.” I could have kept going, begging and pleading for more but he either took pity on me or was too turned on to keep the torment up any longer.
“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely.”
Even as he started stripping off his clothes, he made me the center of his world. Shirt, pants, it didn't take long for him to be beautifully naked. Owen reached down for the tail again, not trying to tease my almost over-sensitive hole that time, but easing the plug out of me. The empty feeling made me want to curl into him but before I could move, he was reaching for the lube he’d tossed on the bed earlier.
It seemed to take an eternity for him to coat his cock with the lube, to see it glisten and know it was going to be buried inside of me — that I was going to be the first person he’d ever gone bare with. I was desperate to know what it would feel like, and I scrambled to get into a better position as he set the lube aside again.
He grinned at me. “That eager, huh?”
“Owen, if you don’t get your—”
The head of his cock pressed against my ass, stealing the breath from my lungs as I gasped. He hissed out a breath, going so painfully slowly that I wanted to plead for more. He’d spent enough time loosening me up. I was ready. I wanted it.
I wanted him.
I pressed back against him, and Owen let out a startled sound as his cock sank an inch into my ass. He was wider than the plug had been, and there was a moment of pleasure-pain before the discomfort melted away.
Owen froze for a moment, letting me adjust. “Let me know when you’re ready, Pup. I’m not going anywhere.”
That was almost funny. I shook my head and tried to smile. “I should hope not.”
He chuckled, but it came out strained and rough, and it had him sinking deeper into me. It was so much better than the plug. Every movement had him shifting and caressing me from deep inside, nothing like the impersonal way the plug rubbed against me.
“Owen, I—” I lost whatever I’d been going to say as he started inching forward, leaning down to capture my mouth.
His kiss swallowed the desperate moans that rattled around inside of me as he slowly pressed deeper into me. When he was finally as deep as he could go, he gentled the kiss and drew back a little.
“You’re incredible, Adri,” he said. “Of course, I did sort of prepare you for this part, so I get the credit for that, right?” He smirked against my lips. “I’ll be happy to make that sacrifice any time, in case you’re wondering…”
Stretching up, I kissed him quickly. “You’re going to have to prove you’re worth it first. Then I might let you sacrifice yourself again.”
Owen took up the challenge and started moving slowly, carefully watching me. As he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock brushed up against my prostate, and sparks shot through me. He let out a tight laugh, barely holding onto his control.
“Right there,” I gasped out.
Increasing his speed, he reached down and gripped my thighs, shifting me just enough that it changed everything. My cock started to fill again as he hit that incredible spot every time he thrust into me.
The pleasure shooting through me, the feeling of his body as he sank deep into mine… knowing Owen was deep inside me, loving me, made it overwhelming and incredible. Watching him move was hotter than anything I’d ever seen, and the emotion and desire written on his face and in every line only made him more beautiful.
Reaching up, I traced my hands along his arms, loving the way his muscles and tattoos felt against my skin. I held him tight, wanting to keep him like that forever. With me, inside me, holding me… There was nowhere else I wanted to be.
No matter what happened, no matter the cost, I couldn't imagine having anyone else in my life.
Emotion and pleasure swirled inside me like a storm ready to explode. Crying out, I pulled him closer. “Owen!”
His rhythmic thrusts faltered, and a moan tore out of him. He leaned down and gave me a heated kiss, then straightened and reached for my cock. The rough feeling of his fingers wrapping around me and the frantic thrust of his hips pushed me headlong into the pleasure again.
My orgasm crashed over me, pulling Owen along with me. He tried to keep the pleasure going, to keep pushing me higher, but with one last thrust, he cried out. I could feel him coming inside of me as he finally gave in to his own pleasure.
When we were sweaty and pressed tightly together, his softening cock still inside me, his hand came up and his fingers traced around the edge of the collar I’d forgotten I was still wearing.
“So this shows you belong to me,” he murmured, voice breathless, before he kissed me again. “What shows I belong to you?”
“Everything,” I replied against his lips. “The way I touch you, the way I look at you, the way I feel about you. Everything shows you belong to me.” Then just because he was rubbing off on me, I kissed him again. “But if you need proof, we can always tattoo my name on your ass. I can guarantee you’d remember how much I love you and that you belong to me.”
Owen laughed. As his cock finally slid out of me, he pulled me close and rolled us over so he could wrap his arms around me. “How about we think of something that won’t require so many explanations?”
I was his. He was mine. To me it was as simple as that. But if he wanted something special, something that was just for us like my collar, I knew what I wanted.
“I want to be a part of your tattoos.” Tracing over the lines and designs, I snuggled close to his chest. “I want to have a part of me on it. Something simple and just for us.” Leaning in, I kissed a blank spot right over his heart. “Right there, because it’s where I already am. I love you, and I know how much you love me. I want to be right there where you can’t forget that, no matter what.”
“I could never forget that,” Owen murmured, pulling me closer. “I’ll save that spot just for you, Adri.” He grinned, impish and freer than I thought I’d ever seen him. “Golden retriever or chihuahua?”
I snorted. “I am not a chihuahua. I bark. I am not one of those little yappy dogs.” He was crazy if he thought I was a little fluffy rat. “You’d better pick something better or it will be my name on your ass. I’m sure you can figure out a way to explain it. Your skills with BS are legendary.”
“They have golden retriever chihuahua mixes,” Owen said helpfully. “They’re fucking adorable.”
“You can call me baby or pup or honey or even snookums, but you start calling me a re-wawa or anything insane like that, and I’ll kill you in your sleep.” I was not a fluffy rat, no matter how cute he thought they were. I was beautiful and happy. What was he thinking?
“Kinky,” Owen commented.
I swatted him, and he smiled at me — something genuine and warm, loving enough to make my heart melt all over again.
He leaned in and nuzzled my hair. As though echoing my thoughts, he murmured into my ear, “You’ll just have to be patient. It’s going to take a while to find something as perfect as you to put there.” Before I could turn into putty in his arms, he added, “Since you’re ruining my fun. I totally wanted a re-wawa on my heart. I guess you’ll have to find something for me. Trace it with your tongue a few dozen times, just to make sure it’s what you want to see there…”
He was incorrigible.
He was insane.
He was perfect.
He was mine.
And I was never going to let either of us forget that.