AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you guys enjoyed the double update! Chapters 43 and 44 are up 😊
xxxxxx
As the expression goes, you can either have smarts or common sense. Rarely do people ever truly have both. I couldn't tell you which one I lacked. If I had to guess, I'd say both at the moment.
Gary begged me not to leave him there by himself. And, I didn't outright tell him no. I hesitated. I'd never seen him like this before, falling apart.
"...just for a little while." I couldn't bring myself to say no. "Let's get you inside, okay? You need some rest."
He needed a lot of things. He needed to eat. He needed to shower and get some pajamas on. The poor guy was still wearing his clothes from the wake.
I sent him to go shower and get comfortable for the night. Poking around the kitchen, I looked for something to make him. I put together a grilled cheese sandwich and warmed up a can of tomato soup.
Gary came down clean and dressed, taken back by the food on the table. I sliced him a piece of Mom's apple pie and set that down, too.
"I had a feeling you didn't eat...you shouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach."
There wasn't much to talk about. I didn't want to bring up any topics that could remotely remind of his grandfather so I kept from asking about his grandfather's Pokémon that were either stored in the lab or now at the Pokémon Center. I didn't ask about his work or his plans after the funeral. We sat there quietly.
"...I'm sorry." Gary mumbled.
"Pardon?"
Gary pierced the tip of his slice of pie with a fork, keeping his eyes down on the table.
"I'm sorry you feel like you have to do this."
"Oh."
I paused for a good moment; what did I expect?
"...I don't feel that way." I assured him.
"You wouldn't be here if Grandpa didn't die."
"I could have stayed with my mom."
No one put a gun to my head. I chose to come here. I chose to stay. Gary thought about it.
"...you've always been a good person." He said. "People like you deserve more than this world has to give."
"The world's not so bad...it's rough around the edges in some corners. But, there's still good."
"If you weren't sitting here, I wouldn't believe that."
Gary shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Unsure of himself.
"...how do you do it?" He asked.
"Do what?"
"Treat shit people with patience they don't deserve."
There was guilt there. This was an apology. In his own way, Gary was admitting he did wrong. and telling me he's sorry.
After all he put me through, anyone else in my shoes would've taken anything less than the actual words as spit in the face.
"We all need something to believe in. Even if it's just the existence of good people." I told him. "...I'm glad I could give you that."
xxxxxx
I vowed to myself to never weep over Gary, again. And, I promised Paul.
Here and now, I couldn't stop the tears. I cried my eyes out in the solitude of my bedroom for the fate he was given. I cried for Gary's pain. The crippling weight of abandonment this world dropped on him felt so unbearably heavy to even me.
How can someone have everything, and yet have absolutely nothing? It wasn't fair. He wasn't a bad person. Gary needed help. Which no one ever got him.
Privilege and notoriety couldn't raise a healthy person. He needed so much more. Oak did the best he could with his troubled Grandson, may he rest in peace. But, he made a grave mistake entrusting a child's emotional needs in the hands of another troubled child.
Gary and I were never healthy for one another. Our friendship couldn't make up for every gap and crevice missing in that boy. With every bit he leached from me, it only drained us both. I was a battery to a faulty device.
We weren't children anymore. We were better equipped to handle this giant world and its dark corners. Maybe understand it a bit better. But, it was far too late for Gary and I to cross that bridge together.
He was on his own now. There was nothing else I could do for him. It was Paul, or Gary. That's it.
On no level could I ever have both. For the first time since I'd known Gary, it was possible we could've been real friends But, I unapologetically, and without hesitation, I chose Paul
From this day on, Gary would be a familiar stranger. Just another face I may never pass again.
Mom heard me crying on her way to bed. She knocked on my door, asking if I needed a hug. I told her no.
"Honey, are you sure?" She tried turning the doorknob to find it locked. "Do you want to let me in for a minute?"
"I-I'm just going to go to sleep, Mom." I pressed myself closer to the wall as if it would get me farther from her, with an entire room and door between us. "G-Goodnight."
"Good night...I'll be right down the hall if you change your mind, okay?"
I wouldn't change my mind. Mom went to her room, and I was alone with my thoughts again. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth out in the bathroom sink. I kept my eyes down, weary of my own reflection. This was a person I never wanted to see again.
This version of myself needed to stay here. He couldn't come home with me. I'd grieve for Gary here and end the chapter to that book.
My dex buzzed late that night. Somehow, without looking, I knew it wasn't Paul.
Unknown Number:
Thank you for everything.
xxxxxxx
I left Sinnoh in one piece, I needed to come back in one piece. I didn't stay for the funeral. Or, for breakfast with Mom. I left Pallet early the next morning on the first bus available before she even woke up.
Instead of going home, or to Reggie, I went straight to my grandma's apartment. I had my jacket on, and the overnight bag still slung over my shoulder.
The spot on the doorframe where my little fingers once gripped so hard that paint chips came off, it'd been painted years over ago. I could still see where the claw marks were. My fingers ached with phantom pain.
Knocking on the door, not even sure if she'd be home, I waited for my grandmother. When the lock turned, hot tears sprung to my eyes. I was so happy to see her. She was still here.
My grandmother opened the door dressed in her nightgown. Her long, thick, curly hair was tucked away under a satin wrap. There were just slippers on her feet.
"Sweet boy, it's so early." She coo'ed with worry. "What is it?"
"C-Can I stay here?" I used a sleeve to wipe my eye. "Just for t-today."
"You never need to ask."
I hugged her and she held me. We didn't need to hold on very tight. No one could come rip me away this time.
No one could ever come rip me away, again. My grandmother would never let go.
"Gary's grandfather died." I sniffled. "Professor Oak is gone."
"I know, sweet boy." She consoled me. "Nature took its course."
"Gary's all alone now, Grandma. He doesn't have anybody."
"We're never truly alone in this world. Each day we have the sun. Each night, the moon. They're wonderful company. As are you. Come in and set all that down."
My grandmother took my hat and hung it up on the coat rack. I left my bag on the floor and hung up my jacket.
Calling out of work for the morning, my grandmother stayed with me. It was just us. Us, and her two Pokémon lounging around the apartment. She put out a wide tea saucer of something for Murkrow, and then set down a bigger bowl for the Luxray.
"Is that oatmeal?"
"Porridge with creamed banana."
Lapping it up with her tongue, Luxray ate without getting a speck on herself or the floor. The large feline always had a refined elegant demeanor to her. Even as she ate.
Murkrow chattered to himself, drinking the soft food with the tip of his beak. He looked at the television between sips, ruffling his feathers every so often. My grandmother brought me a bowl of the same stuff. And, one for herself.
"We could all use a little porridge." She reasoned. "Builds a strong body. That's what my grandmother would tell me."
I'd never had it before. Sometimes Mom made me cream of wheat when I lived at home. This was similar, only I liked this better. The Pokémon loved it. They both wanted seconds with us.
"No use losing your way on a path that wasn't yours." My grandmother encouraged me, seeing as I'd yet to brighten up. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be."
She gave me my second bowl and tapped me on the nose.
"You found your way home."
After breakfast, I fell asleep on the couch. My grandmother chatted on the phone with a waitress. One called asking if she was alright, because it was rare when she didn't come in to work.
"Don't fuss over me." She told them. "You'll see me by the Lunch rush."
I woke up to my grandmother dressed for work. She grabbed her purse off the coffee table.
"The guest room is all yours." She kissed my head. "I'll be back tonight, sweet boy. Grandma loves you."
Under the impression that I was attending a funeral; Paul didn't call on his break. He messaged me, asked how I was. Said he missed me.
I missed him, too. I was blessed. I had a man to come home to. And, family. Knowing Gary was burying his last relative alone, I didn't feel like I deserved Paul today.
I had my grandparent. Who loved me, and took care of me. Gary didn't even have that anymore. It was all he had, and now they were gone forever. Just thinking about it made me gloomy.
I didn't want to go home to Paul like this right now. And, I wasn't due back until tomorrow so I didn't plan to. Watching the television with a cushion held close, my line of sight was suddenly blocked as the large feline walked up me.
She pressed her forehead to mine, giving a deep purr. I lightened up at the comforting gesture. It felt like everything was going to be okay. I made the right choice.
xxxxxx
My grandmother didn't give away my secret. I spent the night with her and regrouped myself to see Paul the next day. I left what happened where it lay, and moved forward.
"A heavy heart ages you." My grandmother warned. "Greet each day with young eyes. For as long as you can, Ashton."
Ready to get to work, I walked to Reggie's house. He and all the Pokémon brightened having me back.
"I don't know how I ever worked alone. Did it for years, too." Reggie carefully used some cloth to wrap a Pokémon egg in, setting it in a basket to weigh it. "Since you've been here, I find myself needing the company."
I held my hands out on either side of basket just in case.
"Didn't think two days would be enough to make a difference. You've got this all down to a science."
"You're part of the equation now." Reggie noted the egg's weight and lifted it out. "I work with you. Not around you, Silly."
The fact that Reggie was entirely aware of my absence the whole time gave me a sense of belonging. I was loved enough to be missed. I was part of his life now.
This was my life. I had people who loved me, who wanted to protect me. I had many places I could call home. Each and every day, I was farther away from what drove me from Pallet. And, closer to the home I needed.
I was here.
I had so little before; I escaped that. I'd live with the broken chains for the rest of my life. I could still feel where they once cuffed me.
But, you couldn't truly appreciate freedom if you didn't have them.
"Lets get you back to your nest." Reggie cradled the egg and eased it down in to baby pen padded with blankets and pillows. "Nice and easy."
"I find it funny you use a baby pen and not incubators."
"There's no rush. The eggs will hatch when they're ready."
I touched the shell of one, glossing over it with my fingertips.
"I guess we all do."
Xxxxxx
Cuddled up to him that night, Paul cocooned me in his arms. The sheets wound around us, trapping me there in a net I never wanted to escape.
I melted in to him, so content to be back. Comfortably captured. I was all the way on Paul's side of the bed, getting his love and attention like a sweet treasured house pet. I soaked it all up.
"It's good to have you home." Paul said. "You need to keep it that way."
"I couldn't wait to come back…And, you were worried." I teased him, drawing a line down his arm.
"Anything can happen."
"I said I'd be back. No matter where I go, I'll always come back to you."
Paul believed me. But, the hypothetical wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"THIS is where you belong." Paul scolded with an affectionately possessive kiss to my temple. "No more running off without me."
One kiss there turned to many. I could've purred as they rained down my face, turning to heavy suckles the closer he got to my neck.
"Got it?" Paul insisted, dragging me as close as he could get me.
I pulled his face up, pressing my mouth to his, giving a small nod. I curled my leg around Paul's waist, opening my mouth for him.
It took some shifts and tugs, but Paul worked this tight entanglement of bedsheets off of us. He stroked up my thigh, meeting his tongue with mine. Edging down the waist of my pajama bottoms from one hip, Paul squeezed the flesh there directly. The back and forth started slow, getting heavier the longer that hand touched me.
The skin of his chest against mine was hot with the same heat as that large, heavy palm. I rolled my hips in to Paul, clutching him with the leg wrapped around his waist.
Paul rolled us over, pressing me into the bed without breaking the kiss. I tangled my fingers in his hair when he tried to part, and locked my legs around him. He could have easily broken my grip, but he kept close.
I wanted to soak this in as long as we could. Whatever he had to say would wait. His body, however, spoke loud and clear: I missed you.
Paul rocked his hips in to me with dry thrusts, mimicking the rhythm I'd set before. I rolled my hips up on to his, meeting his movements. Our slow, heavy kissing sent far too much blood down below.
I was whimpering, tightening my legs around him ready to give any second. Paul pried my legs off him and propped them on his shoulders for a moment. He tugged my pajama bottoms off, pulling them up my legs.
"Three nights." Paul complained, dropping my legs back in place. "How could you do that to me?"
"I didn't want to. I wanted to be here."
"You weren't. It was frustrating in more ways than one."
On the nightstand was a bottle of lube. Paul tended to his own needs in my absence, nursing his arousal with a slick hand that couldn't compare to the tightness my body had to offer. The warmth. The presence.
Paul wasn't a creature of solitude anymore. This large intimidating man craved human touch and companionship just like any other person. And that lucky person he wanted it from was me.
I rolled over on to my stomach, pushing my ass up in offering. Paul immediately layered his hands over the spread mounds of flesh. I looked back at him with what sympathy I could muster through a lustful gleam because I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.
"Whatever you want." I told him.
"Whatever I want?"
"Anything."
Would he tie me up? Spank me? Paddle me? Whip me? Get the toys? The restraints? The options excited me.
Paul reached for the bedside table. He popped the cap to the lube.
"I'm just taking you now. As is." He decided, far too worked up not to dive right in. "Tomorrow, I have bigger plans."
Xxxxxxx
Paul wouldn't tell me what the big plans were. Not until the morning of. I took my shower, coming out toweled off to find Paul ready for work. Today I was home for the day and went looking for something comfortable to wear.
At the dresser, I opened a drawer. Paul immediately shut it on me.
"What are you-"
Something went around my neck.
"Ah-Ah." He scolded, fastening my collar in to the place. "This is all you're wearing today."
"...but, I'm naked."
"And, you're going to stay that way until I get home."
…until he gets home? He'd be gone for hours.
"Can I least have underwear?" I asked, touching the drawer that had them.
Paul quirked a sharp brow. Razor sharp. He seamlessly shifted from my fiancé to my owner.
"M-Master, please…" I quickly took my hands off the dresser, holding them in front of me obediently. "Just underwear. I-I won't ask for anything else."
He considered it, staring at me with his cold leer; making me second-guess my request. I'm going to get spanked right here aren't I?
Paul opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of black bikini briefs.
"There." He set them on top of the dresser. "Matches your collar."
"…"
With there being no way I was going to ask for a different pair, I just pulled them on, more comfortable with the sliver of modesty. It wasn't much but my dick and ass were away, at the very least.
I still felt completely naked. The way Paul looked at me when I wore these, it was almost worse than just being entirely bare ass.
"When are you coming home?" I asked.
"That's none of your business." Paul shut the drawer with a firm push.
He nearly slammed it. I shivered at the abrupt drop in his voice. Something just short of a scolding. I felt out of line.
Am I in trouble? Why am I in trouble?
"But, you always tell me-"
"I'm not giving you the chance to pull a fast one over on me." Paul explained with a blatant warning. "If I come home and catch you dressed, we're going to have a problem."
Paul could have been called in to cover someone's morning shift today. To work his own usual shift. Or, he could be working until closing. There was no way to know on a Saturday unless he told me. It always changed.
I really couldn't put any clothes on. He could walk in that door any second.
"I'm not going to get dressed." I promised. "Uh, one thing though…could you just make sure the balcony shades in the living room are closed before I go out there? Please?"
To prevent the neighbors from seeing anything they really didn't need to be seeing, Paul closed the shades for me. But, mostly for himself.
"Prying eyes aren't welcome here." Paul sniffed in distaste. "You're for my eyes only."
He checked his watch.
"I have to go. Be good while I'm gone."
I leaned up to kiss him. Paul tugged on my collar, holding it tight with me perched at the tip of my toes.
"I mean it. Be good." He warned. "Remember that stunt you pulled on Christmas Eve?"
I nodded, getting warm under the collar at Paul's narrowed coal stare.
"Mess this up and you'll be punished twice as bad." He threatened.
"N-No clothes. Got it."
"And, you better answer that dex when its me. Or, you're going to pay for it."
Paul finally kissed me and left. I went about my day, cleaning and lounging how I usually did but with a faint edge to this Saturday indoors. I was spraying down the bathroom mirror when my dex went off in the bedroom.
I dropped the cleaner and rag, running to answer it. I practically leaped over the bed.
"You follow orders." Paul praised me. "Now. Take a picture."
"...a picture?"
"You heard me. Right now, while I'm on the line."
Me, in a moment of naivety, asked what I was supposed to be taking a picture of.
"What do you think?" Paul countered. "Prove you're following my rules."
I'd never taken a picture of myself undressed before. I hesitated. Paul's voice got that icy steel edge to it.
"You better not be dressed." He threatened.
"I-I'm not!" I got defensive. "I've just never taken a picture like this before… you know, with nothing on."
"Only I'm going to see it." Paul promised, more forgiving. "Now, don't make me tell you again."
I took a picture in the mirror from the neck down, showing that wasn't dressed. I couldn't bring myself to have my face in it. Paul approved, none the less.
"What a good sexy boy." The husky drawl made me squirm. "Master likes that."
"I'm sorry I made you wait…"
"Don't let it happen, again."
He hung up without another word.
Throughout the day, Paul messaged me for proof I was being good. I only had so much time to react or he'd tally it as misbehaving. I avoided that, actually scared he'd put my ass through the ringer.
He'd have me all to himself here, with enough privacy to really make me sorry if I messed up. Pushing Paul's patience is all fun and games until it isn't.
Following orders was simple enough. However, Paul's antics quickly escalated. He began asking for saucier photos. I felt out of my element posing for explicit pictures, even if my face wasn't in them and he was the only one who'd see them.
On the floor in front of the full-length mirror that Paul needed to see all of himself, I sat on my knees. Back to the mirror and legs spread, I took a photo from over my shoulder. It was from my lips down, giving Paul just a glimpse of my face looking back towards the mirror.
I stared at the picture after I sent it, not having had the time to scrutinize it beforehand. Paul wanted it, and he wanted it NOW.
It didn't look bad at all...it was a great picture for an amateur. Paul was sure to tell me how much he liked it on his break.
"Do you have any idea how badly I want to put my cock in that cute little mouth of yours?" Was his throaty growl. "Gag you on it until those big brown eyes puddle up. Get those lips nice and swollen."
My apparent cute little mouth fell open at the explicit vulgarity. And, my big brown eyes nearly bugged out of my skull. Could anyone hear him? I'd just about die next time I went to eat at the diner.
"Y-You're at work!" I sputtered, quite alarmed. "Shh!"
"I'm on break, in the car." He corrected, calm and leisurely. "I'm parked in the back of the lot. No one can hear me."
"Start the call with that, next time!"
Paul clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"I don't take the orders here. That's a strike."
"..."
The heavy pause on my end made Paul chuckle. It was a dark, amused sound.
"First one." He said.
"I was good all day..." I complained. "You scared me. That shouldn't be a strike."
"Even the best pets mess up. Someone has to hold them accountable."
I whined, but didn't push the issue. That would just earn me another strike.
"Master still loves you." Paul told me.
I smiled when he said it. The strike didn't matter anymore.
"I love you, too."
"You're Master's favorite thing in the world, you know that?"
"You're my favorite, too." I blushed. "I wouldn't want anyone else."
"Perfect. Because you're not getting anyone else. They'd have to get through me."
Not that I ever wanted a world where I was done with Paul and found someone else. But, I could see him being the person who thwarts new suitors. I felt sorry for the hypothetical guys trying their luck dating me with Paul still hot on my heels.
I wouldn't want to be them. No, Sir. Paul was territorial. Noone could tell him I wasn't his, not even me.
"I miss you already." I said. "I wish you were here."
"Yeah? Master's going to be home before you know it. Be a good boy and wait for me by the door."
Paul was being playful. But, I'm sure he'd be happy to find me that way. So long as he walked through that door and I was home, he was content. That's the way it would always be.
xxxxxx
As the hours ticked away, they seemed to stretch out forever. I scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees as it was the only thing I hadn't cleaned today. Once it was done, I could polish it.
Keys turned in the door mid scrub.
"Hm. Looks who's by the door."
I paused, staring up at Paul with just my eyes. He came in with a bag and the mail, keys dangling from one finger.
I knew that he was due home at some point today. Now that he was here, I didn't know what to say. Or, what to do.
You really should be careful what you wish for. At least know what to do with it if you get it.
"Was expecting a warm greeting from my pet." Paul chided. "Just gonna stare at me, you little thing?"
"Welcome home." I came back to life. "S-Sorry. I was caught off guard...didn't expect you to walk through the door just then."
He loosened his tie, pulling it off. And unbuttoned the top of his shirt, freeing his neck of the tight fit.
"Strike two." He announced bluntly. "Leave that and follow me."
"But, I was going to polish the floor-"
"I said leave it. This belt has your name on it. Unless you want it, I suggest you move."
I obeyed, following along at Paul's ankles. We were in the bathroom. He ran a bath.
"Get in." He ordered while the water poured.
I knew better than to touch my own collar. I took off my underwear, looking for Paul to take off the accessory instead. He shook his head and pointed at the water. I obediently got in with it still on.
"As much as I like a clean house, I can't have dirty pet crawling around."
Crawling around on the kitchen floor like an actual pet wasn't the intention, but in hindsight I saw the issue. I was a little dirty from washing the floors. But, Paul was dirty from work so he got in with me.
"Come here." He sat me between his legs. "I'll clean you off."
Careful of my collar, Paul used a cup to wet me from the shoulders down.
"Did you have a good day at work?"
"Thanks to you, yes." He soaped me up with his hands rougher than usual in a hurry. "Once you're nice and cleaned up, I have something for you."
"You got me something?"
"Wait for me in the room and you'll see."
Clean and dried off before Paul, I sat on the bed. He was in the shower giving himself a quick rinse. When he came in, I brightened only to wither under the look he gave me.
"Down." He ordered.
Shit! I jumped and scrambled to comply, sliding off the bed. In my hurry, I fell the last few inches. Picking myself up, I kneeled and sat back on my heels.
Paul made a stop on his way home. That bag he brought in with him had a leash. An actual leash.
"You've been such a good boy, today." Paul clipped it to my collar. "Even with your silly mistakes."
"I didn't mean to mess up..."
He sat where I had been, winding the length of the leash around his fingers a few times to shorten it. One sharp tug and I took the cue to get closer.
Between Paul's legs I wrapped my fingers around him. I stroked his cock, with eyes pointed down.
"Look at me." Paul pushed my chin up.
I showed him my brown eyes. There was something wrong.
"Did Master scare you?"
"J-Just a little." I said.
Truth was, it hurt when I fell. I landed on my hip.
I shifted my weight to alleviate it, trying to be subtle and not touch it. But, Paul saw. He remembered me jump before scrambling off the bed, and made the connection.
"Up." He instructed this time, pulling me to his lap.
Paul rubbed the hip I landed on.
"Master didn't mean for you to get hurt." He apologized.
"It was an accident. I'm okay." I assured him. "I-I can stay on the floor."
I tried climbing down but Paul wouldn't let me.
"You're staying here." He made clear. "That's an order."
Paul brushed away a tuft of hair with his nose and softly bit my ear. Stroking down my back, he traced each divot along my spine. I scooted in closer, nuzzling his neck with my face.
"You're a sweet little thing." He praised with love. "Make a better lap pet, anyways."
I always wanted to be close to him. Touched by him. Given attention and loved. Yeah, I was a lap pet.
"How bad did you miss me, today?" Paul asked. "Did I leave you alone too long?"
"I don't like when you're not home." I reflected on my entire day spent waiting for him to get back. "It felt like forever."
Paul gave me a loaded gaze.
"I wasn't the one gone for two days. And, three entire nights."
"I won't leave, again."
Paul toyed with the leash in hand as I pressed kisses to his throat apologetically-Soft, worshipping tokens of affection.
"No, you won't." He affirmed, plain and simple. "You're staying here. Like a good boy. My good boy."
"I'll do anything you want."
"I know you will."
Paul set me down on the bed. He tossed the lube along the sheets between us. With no indication of what I was supposed to do with it, I picked it up unsurely.
He wasn't reaching for any toys.
"Play with yourself." Paul ordered. "I want to watch."
Wetting my fingers, I didn't jump right to it. This still wasn't a clear command. What exactly was I playing with? There were two options…
"Stroke it." Paul encouraged, less patiently, when I sat there with doe eyes.
Wetting my palm some, I took myself in hand. I stroked up the length lightly. Slow pumps to warm myself up.
I would have preferred this be his hand. But, having him tear in to me with that coal stare sent chills through my body in a way mere touch could never do. It was difficult to look him in the eye.
The way he watched me with perverse interest, almost amusement, made me feel like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be. As if I'd been walked in on and caught in the act. Though, that had never happened.
I rarely ever had to alleviate myself in private, Paul took care of me regularly. Making this open performance all the more exposing. It'd been a while since I ever needed to rub one out on my own.
Paul's own cock came to life at my shy show of obedience. He didn't touch it, showing great self-restraint. The swelling mass validated that Paul very much enjoyed what he was seeing.
I didn't know if he wanted a long drawn out performance, or something faster. I went with something in the middle, touching myself with moderate pace as I worked myself up. I figured if he didn't correct me, I was doing it right.
Feeling myself getting close, I sped up. Paul watched my face, smirking as I began coming undone at my own hand. It didn't take long for me to get close.
"You're squirming at your own touch." Paul observed. "You don't do this often, huh?"
"I-I never need to..."
That stirred an interest in Paul. His lustful gaze turned inquisitive.
"You save yourself for me?" He asked.
"All the time."
"You really are a good boy."
Leash in hand, Paul pulled until the tension brought the strap to a tight straight line.
"Get over here." He beckoned me in.
I left my unsatisfied erection and straddled his lap. Paul used the leash to tie my wrists together, then tied them to the bed post along the headboard. My arms stretched up past Paul's head.
My wet, throbbing cock pressed in to Paul's abs. I fought the urge to rub in to him. Paul licked a path from one nipple to my throat.
"I like when you're a good boy."
"I'm Master's good boy...I mean, I try."
"You're perfect."
Slicking himself down first, Paul manually raised my hips until they were perched at the very tip of his erection. He bumped it at my dry entrance. A hand on each hip, he held me there, rubbing it against me without pushing in.
I rolled my hips with his movements, rubbing my cock in to his abs as he teased his own cock with my ass. Gradually Paul let his grip on me go slack, and I was supporting my own weight with both thighs.
I slid down a bit, gravity guiding me along. I got the swollen tip of Paul's erection pushing at my unprepared entrance in the process. There was sufficient lubricant there. It was safe to slide down, but it'd be a hell of a snug fit.
I wasn't ready for it, at all. I paused to keep from taking it, assuming that wasn't what Paul intended to happen, anyways. I hovered at the tip.
"Did I tell you to stop moving?"
"N-No…I guess not."
"You guess?"
I carefully resumed rolling my hips, holding my core tight.
"You didn't tell me to stop." I corrected myself.
"And, I'm not going to."
With his thumbs, Paul circled the budded peaks at my chest. They hardened at his touch. The longer he teased me, the more I wanted him. And the harder it was to support my own weight and keep from sitting to alleviate the burden.
There was nothing I could do about it, tied to the headboard like this. My thighs were tight and burning, starting to quiver. Threatening to buckle. I begged Paul to hold me up as the head slipped in.
He obliged. But, only enough to keep me from sliding down his entire cock at once. Paul let gravity lead me down in a slow crawl. Just a smidge at a time, at first.
"Wonder what would happen if I just let go…Think your tight ass could handle it?"
"D-Don't let go." I pleaded.
As my body opened up for him and Paul let me sink lower, he stopped each time it gave resistance. Paul holding me up didn't entirely give me peace of mind. I braced myself, just in case.
This was a conflicting predicament. And, this process was painfully drawn out. With my hands tied, and his busy, my erection was abandoned and begging for attention.
I couldn't move my hips or risk taking in more than I could handle. Biting my inner cheek, I silently agonized over what to do.
"Something wrong?" Paul asked.
"I want to cum…" I complained, only about half way down his cock. "But, I can't move."
"I can't hold you up and stroke you at the same time." Paul gave me the ultimatum.
I chose to have him hold me. My legs were going to give. Paul was my only chance to keep from plummeting down. My brown eyes pled.
"If you want it that bad, you better relax that tight ass for me."
Paul let his arms go slack for a moment, letting me drop a bit before quicky catching me. He never actually let go. The quick fake out brought us about an inch closer.
I paled.
"You didn't really think I'd let go, did you?"
He tightened his hold on me to prove he wouldn't. That grip slowly worked me down his length until I safely sat in his lap. Leaving me there to adjust, Paul worked me with his free hands.
One stroked me, the other twined in my hair. Paul pushed my face close to his. I ground myself down in to him, eager to have him now that I could.
"See what you're missing when you leave?"
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