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“Right now, making you come by playing with you and with your toys is well within my limits.” Dante leaned in and kissed my jaw, working his way over to my other ear. “Kissing you and having you kneel naked for me would be within my limits too. Making you come by using my hands or mouth on you would be something I’m comfortable with, and watching you play with yourself as you come would be within my limits as well.”
He had very good limits.
“Plugging you and putting you in a cage or a jock while I made you dinner or we just relaxed together would be something I’m comfortable with, and even something like plugging you and spanking you would be fine.” He paused, looking thoughtful and like he hadn’t just made me so hard I almost came. “But you’d have to be able to tell me how hard to spank you, so that might have to wait until you’re more comfortable.”
Oh, that…that was very logical.
Shoot.
Dante kissed my nose, smiling like we were discussing dessert. “But I’d have a lot of fun caging you and plugging you and using that to make you come, so don’t worry about me being disappointed that I can’t spank you yet.”
My brain couldn’t decide if he was fucking with me or serious, but that didn’t matter as much as the not getting spanked part.
“Do…do you like spanking subs?” I’d met some weird Doms online and I was at the point where I couldn’t decide if they’d been normal for Doms or if my perception of reasonable had just been screwed with too often.
I’d thought Doms should want to spank their subs, but I’d talked to several Daddies online that said with littles, spankings were only punishments if they were used at all.
Dante didn’t look confused or like I was weird for asking, though.
He went back to kissing my jaw until he got to my ear and whispered softly, sending more pleasure showering through me. “I like spanking subs that get hard and needy from their spankings. I like spanking subs who are caged and desperate. I like spanking subs who have to wait and wait, and then they get to come.”
Okay, I hadn’t been wrong.
That was really good to know.
“I like that too. Those…those are in my limits.” Yes, those were very good limits to have in common.
Master Dante seemed to think so too because he nibbled on my ear and made a pleased sound when I moaned. “I like seeing a sexy pink ass on display too. I bet yours will look beautiful.”
I…I wanted to look nice for him…and he couldn’t do that until I told him what my limits were.
Ugh.
It was the worst rock and hard place ever.
“Would…would seeing me pink be a reward for you?” We’d talked about what I liked as a reward but what about Master Dante?
His tongue decided it needed to play with me a little more before he answered, but it was worth being patient.
“A very good reward for me would be to see you with a pink ass and a hard cock after your spanking.” He gave a soft chuckle as I moaned. “For thebestreward, I’d put you in a jock or something that highlighted both. Straps or restraints or something that decorated my sexy sub.”
“I…” The words got stuck as he nibbled on my ear, teasing me just enough to make me whine. “I want to make sure you’re happy too, Master. It’s…it’s not fair if we only focus on me.”
He made a hum of agreement and kissed right under my ear. “Because you’re a very good boy. Do you want to know something else I’d like? Something that would be fun for me?”
I managed a nod, but his kisses made getting an actual verbal answer out harder than he probably realized. Luckily for me, he didn’t need more words yet. “I’d like to control your orgasms. It would make me very happy to text you at night and tell you if you got to come or not…and if I got a text from you asking to be able to play with yourself and come, it’d make me so hard.”
I’d…
He’d…
“We could have a word or emoji you’d text me that let me know you were desperate enough to ask for an orgasm.” Master gave me another kiss, lower on my neck. “I’d be walking around campus or at work and your text would pop up. It could be something sweet and innocent like balloons and I’d know you wanted to be allowed to run your hand along your cock and to get hard.”
He…he had a very vivid imagination.
“I…I could send you texts.” I couldn’t be embarrassed or worried if I was just sending simple pictures, right? “But…but how would I know it was okay to text you?”
I wouldn’t want to be a pest.
