Page 81 of The Best Bad Decision

Master’s body went tight as he shook and his body bowed like it was trying to take control from him. But Master always had control. His orgasms. Mine. Master was always in control and he wrestled his body to obey him until he looked down at me again.

That.

That was his…

He wanted to come.

Moving my body faster, I let him hold me down to the bed and worked my ass around his cock. “Saturday is going to be for doing things with my boyfriend…breakfast…errands…dates. Sunday is going to be with my boy…caged…spanked…filled.”

Tighten.

Open.

Tighten.

Open.

“Your…I’m going to be your…I’m your…” My brains were locked up with my dick. It was the only reason that made sense why nothing worked. Nothing but my hole. I could make that work for Master.

“Yes, baby.” Pushing up, he rested one hand on my throat, barely holding me. “My boyfriend. My boy. My sexy hole to use. All mine.”

His.

I was all his.

He was going to keep me.

Master’s voice went lower, sending a shiver through me. “Sundays are going to be my favorite day of the week…but don’t worry…I’m going to use you every day, baby.”

He was going to use me.

Every day.

He was going to use me.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” His rough, sexy tone made me whimper as the cage got tighter and the words were stuck in my throat. “Tell me and then I’ll let you come. You’ve been so good for me.”

Good.

I was good.

I was his good boy.

He was going to keep me.

Master was going to use me every day.

“You!” The word burst out, earning a smile and another thrust from him. From Master. “You’re Master.”

“And…” Master shifted and suddenly sent fireworks through me with every thrust. “Let me hear it. All of it, baby.”

All of it.

“Master and…and my boyfriend…and…and you’re Casimir. You’re you.” He was so much it was overwhelming. “Master.”

That.

That was my favorite.