Christopher
I couldn’t decide if heaven was kinkier than I’d ever imagined or if I’d stumbled into an alternate dimension. As Ethan pulled away, I just wanted to touch him and make sure it was all real. However, the sticky mess in my shorts was loudly protesting that everything was very real.
He was every fantasy I’d ever had rolled up into a living, breathing man—and he wanted me.
Insane.
“You really…” I wasn’t even sure how to ask. Making him say it over and over was stupid, but it just wasn’t adding up in my head.
Ethan sat down next to me on the mattress and leaned back, his broad body almost swallowing the bed. “Kneel down in front of me, Christopher. I think that’s where you want to be. Isn’t it?”
A stupid little sound escaped again and I could feel the heat from my face as I blushed. My legs started moving, though, and before I could even think about it, I was at his feet.
I was at his feet.
Insane.
Ethan looked down at me like I was cake and he hadn’t eaten in weeks. I’d never had anyone look at me like that. It was like he could see straight into me and see every dirty fantasy and wicked desire, and it just made him want me even more.
“That’s better.” He sat up, towering over me, and started running one hand down my face. “How does this feel?”
“Perfect.” Being a little less honest about that might have made me look saner, but the way Ethan smiled made me want to squirm.
“I’m glad.” His thumb swept over my lower lip again as he watched me with that intent gaze of his. “I need to hear that you want this before we go any further. I was serious when I said you didn’t have to and we could go back to the way it was.”
The last few minutes were hazy, but I was pretty sure we’d had this part of the conversation before. Kneeling in front of him, it was easier to confess how I was really feeling. If I was already at his feet, then there wasn’t anything left to hide.
“I don’t want to hide again. I will once you get tired of me…of the crazy, but until then…” I wasn’t sure what to say. It was all slamming around in my head like a tornado that swept up everything in its path.
“Who says I’ll get tired of you?” Ethan’s predatory gaze narrowed again, and I couldn’t stop squirming. Something about it did stupid things to my impulse control. “What would you say if I said I had no plans of getting tired of you, Christopher?”
“I’d say you were crazy.”
His smile caught me off guard. “Four, Christopher.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry.” I had no idea what I was apologizing for, but my dick started to harden again at the thought of getting punished.
“That would sound a lot more sincere if you’d stop playing with your dick, Christopher.” Ethan’s low tone and heated look made my cock jerk under my fingers and I realized he was right.
Quickly shoving my hands behind my back, I tried to look sorry. But I had a feeling my hunger showed more than anything else because Ethan’s smile looked more like a leer, then he reached down to palm his own cock.
Fuck.
My gaze followed the slow stroke of his hand. He had to say something a few times before I could follow it. “Do you see something you want, Christopher?”
God, yes.
Was I allowed to ask for it?
Was that even smart?
Did I have enough brains left to care?
“I don’t have…I mean…I…” Fuck it. “I do, but I don’t know what to do.”
He stilled and gave me a long look before he finally sat forward, his broad chest stretched out over me. “How far have you gone with a guy, Christopher?”
Shit.
“I know what I want.” Just because I hadn’t actually gone that far with a guy didn’t mean I was a clueless moron who didn’t know what turned him on.
“You want a master, and I’m going to keep you. That’s not up for debate unless you tell me you want out.” His expression softened, and he touched my face again. “If I’m Master, then that means you have to tell me so I know how far to go today.”
“You won’t…” I sounded like an idiot, but now that I was kneeling in front of him, I didn’t want to lose him over something as stupid as not having dated that much.
His thumb caressed my lower lip again, and my tongue flicked out to lick it. Ethan made a low growl, and he got that hungry look back on his face. “Inexperience isn’t an issue. As long as you tell me what you want and talk to me, I don’t care if you’ve been with a dozen guys or none. If you’re going to belong to me, it means no one else, though.”
“And you too?” Yep, some of my brain cells were still working.
I hadn’t seen Ethan date anyone lately, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hooking up with people or going out. I’d done my best to give him space so I could function, but that meant I wasn’t sure what he was up to.
Ethan nodded. “Yes. Me too. Just Master and his slut and us as real boyfriends.”
“You really want to…” His fingers trailed down my neck, and I lost my train of thought.
Ethan chuckled. “I think I’m going to mark you later, right along here where everyone will know you belong to me.”
Fuck.
I shivered again and pressed harder into his hand. Ethan’s smile turned wicked. “And yes, you’re going to be my boyfriend, as long as that’s what you want. Right before you came that’s what we talked about, wasn’t it?”
As I nodded, blushing at the memory, Ethan’s foot moved between my legs and his toes nudged my half-hard-again cock. The cool, sticky cum that was trapped in my shorts made me shiver, and not in a good way. Ethan laughed, a low, dirty sound that made me press my cock tighter against his foot despite the mess.
“I bet you could come again like that, couldn’t you?” He watched while I let the pressure build.
It was dirty and embarrassing, and knowing he was watching made it all even better. I was his slut. Fuck. That was…A whimper escaped as I went from half-hard to aching. Ethan didn’t seem ready to let me come again, though, because he pulled his foot away and shook his head.
“You have to wait, slut.” He said it so matter-of-factly. He knew I was a slut, and he knew he was in control. There was no doubt about either of those things in his mind, but it didn’t feel like he thought they were bad, either.
“Please.” It wouldn’t take very long.
He shook his head. “Do I need to keep adding punishments, Christopher?”
Please yes.
“I’m sorry.” I managed to say it without grabbing my dick that time.
Ethan shook his head. “You keep saying that, but we both know you don’t mean it, my slut.”
I was his. “I just…it’s…”
It was just that he was so close, and I was so horny, and his foot had felt so good. Ethan seemed to understand. “My slut’s still hungry.”
I gave a desperate, jerky nod and shivered as he traced down my neck again. “Please.”
“Needy boy.”
Humiliation, desire, and the shock of it all whirled inside of me. Ethan should have been shocked or weirded out by what I wanted, but instead, he was just as turned on as I was but in control and ready to make me his. I was his slut.
“Please, Master.”
His wicked smile widened. “Good boy. Now, what do you want?”
“Can I come again, please?” That I had to ask made the humiliation even more perfect.
“Yes. How does my slut want to come?” He was watching me so close there was no way to hide it when I glanced down at his foot.
I was kneeling in front of my master, still sticky with cum, and insatiably hungry for more.
“You have to say it, slut. You know the rules.” Ethan’s erection made it obvious he loved hearing me beg, but I also had a feeling it was his way of keeping it consensual, which I appreciated. That it made it even more embarrassing was a plus. A big one.
“Please let me have…your…please…” Asking for it was harder than I expected. Something about the struggle was enough to make me lightheaded with need. It was so easy to picture throwing myself at his leg and whimpering to come.
He moved his foot back between my legs, but it was still inches from my cock. I gripped my hands tighter behind my back and watched Ethan’s face. What else did he want? I waited while he raked his eyes over me, lingering on my clearly hard dick.
“That’s not enough, slut, and you know it. Tell me what you want, Christopher.” It wasn’t quite an order, but his rough measured words went right to my dick.
“Can I…will you put your foot back, Master?” Would that be enough?
All I could do was look from his face to his foot and try not to move. Ethan shook his head. “You want to hump it, don’t you? You want to grind your little cock into my foot and beg to come, don’t you?”
Ethan was too good at it, too good at reaching into my head and pulling out the dirty things that lived there. Knowing that the dirty things lived in his mind too made it easier to give in…to stop fighting what I wanted.
“Please let me hump you, Master. Let me grind my little dick into your foot and come again. Please.” That was all I wanted, just to grind myself against him and get off like the slut I was…like the slut he wanted me to be.
“Good boy.” Ethan’s hand petted down my cheek like I was his pup or some kind of small animal he was praising. The fantasies were so good, I squeezed my eyes shut and a whimper escaped. Ethan chuckled, and the sound went right to my dick. My hips thrust up and humped the air as he watched.
I loved knowing he was watching. There was just something wicked and humiliating about it that made it even better. “Please, Master.”
There was a moment of silence, and I felt the urge to beg rising again. Before I could even open my mouth, something had pressed against my dick.
His foot.
Master’s foot.
“Show me how much you want me, Christopher. Show me what you’ve dreamed of doing.” It was like his order unleashed whatever had been holding me back. My hips thrust forward, pressing my dick into the bottom of his shoe until it was almost too painful before rocking back and starting the pressure all over again. It was perfect.
Or at least I thought it was until he gave his next order. “Open your eyes, my slut. I want you to watch your master while you hump and whimper. I want to see how humiliating it is and how much you want it while you grind against my foot.”
That was perfect.
In seconds, I felt my balls tighten and my cock jerked, cum leaking through to my pants as I writhed and kept humping, chasing the humiliation and the pleasure. When it was finally done and all that was left was shocks of sensation, I collapsed against his leg, breathless and lightheaded.
Ethan’s hands cradled my head and swept down to my back in slow strokes. “That’s my boy.” Over and over while he held me, he said the low, sweet words.
I was his boy.
When I could finally breathe and the sticky crap in my pants was more annoying than any pleasure or fantasy, I knew it was time to get cleaned up. Lifting my head, I looked up at Ethan…at Master. “Can I…can I get cleaned up, Master?”
That sweet, sexy smile widened, and he nodded before reaching out to help me up. “Come here and we’ll get you into some new clothes. You’ve got to be a mess, Christopher.”
I’d always loved the way he said my name. Never Chris or C or any other stupid mash-up people had come up with over the years. From day one it had always been Christopher. It’d made the fantasies even better and richer somehow, knowing there was one little piece I never had to make up.
“Then we’ll go grab something. What do you feel like?” The jump between the Dom who wanted me to hump his foot and what seemed to be boyfriend mode was jarring.
He really meant it?
“Um…what kind of food?” Okay, stupid question, but in my defense, my brain was scattered all over the universe after those orgasms.
Ethan laughed. “Yes, food.”
I shrugged as I straightened, wincing at the sticky, weird feeling in my pants. The wet spot on the front looked like I’d pissed myself, but Ethan gave me a hungry look. He liked it? “Um…the cafeteria?”
He winced. “Not on our first date, babe.”
“Babe?” I chuckled.
He shrugged. “Got to figure out another nickname for when we’re out in public. Slut won’t work most places.”
I started to cough, completely unable to take in a full breath. Ethan stood and smacked my back a few times like I was choking on a piece of steak. When I could finally breathe, he watched me closely. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I felt myself blush. “Just, um…I’m okay.”
He shook his head. “Come on, I’m starved, lazy.”
“That won’t work in public either.” Nope. He was not going to call me that every time he wanted to be cute.
Ethan’s head cocked, and he scanned down my body. “Stud?”
“You’ve got to be kidding?” That wasn’t funny.
He shrugged. “I think you’re hot.”
He was insane. I wasn’t even sure how to reason with a crazy person. “Let’s look for something else.”
Stepping back, I headed over to my dresser to grab new clothes. Trying to turn the conversation back to something less weird, I glanced back at him. “What were you hungry for?”
Ethan’s smile turned to a leer. “You. But since you mean food, let’s go grab a pizza.”
Blushing, because there was no way to stop it, I ignored his blunt response. It was not only too startling to think about, but it reminded me that he hadn’t come yet. “That works. I’ll get changed and then we can go.”
Grabbing my shower stuff, I again cursed the fact that I’d gotten one of the only dorms left with one large bathroom on each floor. When Ethan’s arms came around me, I squeaked. He laughed and gave me a hug. “There’s no reason to leave the room to change, Christopher. You’ve seen me change before.”
“I never looked.” That came out too fast to be believable.
I could hear the smile in Ethan’s voice. “I bet you peeked, didn’t you? Little looks when you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Maybe.
I’d tried so hard to be discreet. “Only a few times.”
The admission had my cock trying to join the party, but it was hopeless. I was orgasmed out, at least for a while.
“I bet it was more than that, slut.” His confidence was addicting.
“You just stripped down whether I was here or not. Sometimes I couldn’t help it.” I’d lived for those moments.
“Now you don’t have to help it, and neither do I.”
Shit.
I swallowed hard, and it felt like I was trying to get a golf ball down my throat. “I guess…”
He chuckled and his hands started rubbing circles over my chest. “We’re going to talk about it. Don’t worry, slut.”
That shouldn’t sound so sweet.
I nodded, giving up on making my voice work.
Ethan seemed to understand that. “Do you want privacy for a few minutes?”
I had no idea. My fantasies said one thing—my brain said another. I finally gave up and glanced back at him, shrugging. Instead of getting frustrated, he smiled and kissed my nose. “You change here and I’ll meet you downstairs. Use the wipes over by my bed to clean up. If you go down to the showers like that everyone will know what you’ve been up to, and I know you’re more private than that.”
I opened my mouth and closed it several times before I settled on something simple. “Thank you.”
He kissed my lips that time. “You’re welcome, slut. But hurry up. I’m looking forward to my first date with my new boyfriend.” As he stepped back, he started to grin. “I hear he goes pretty far on the first date.”
Then he winked and headed out the door.
He was…insane.