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That was not a safeword or a no.
“I think you’d like suffering for your Dom.” This part of his submissive side would at least. The pup side, probably not, but there were clearly different parts of him I’d have to understand to make sure he was getting what he needed. “But I won’t make you take too much now.”
I kept playing with his quickly deflating cock for a few more moments, rubbing over his slit and rolling the head of his dick between my fingers to make him squirm just a bit longer. I didn’t want him to be able to brush aside the scene as just a one-off or downplay how much I was enjoying dominating him.
Even when I finally stopped tormenting him, I kept my hand over his dick because he needed to know it was mine. “What do you say to your Dom when he lets you come?”
Yep, I was going to keep reinforcing the new role I had in his life until he didn’t feel like he’d panic; until the idea of trying to find someone else to be his Handler was completely out of his mind.
Like I’d let anyone else take care of him like that.
That was bullshit right there.
He couldn’t find regular dates that treated him well enough. He was crazy if he thought I’d let him submit to any random moron that he went out with.
Of course, Ender was stubborn and kept his eyes shut, trying not to wiggle because I had a feeling he liked the way I was holding his cock and petting his chest. “Well?”
His embarrassed whine made me smile, especially when he’d realized what he’d done and tried to stop himself. My chuckle just had him sighing and slumping against me, the cutest pout on his face. “Ugh. Fine. Thank you, Sir.”
“Hmm.” That was a bit more sass that I thought was appropriate. “Try again. This time without the attitude, please.”
I was polite, but it wasn’t something we were going to debate on and he knew it…his sigh said that’d been very clear.
“Sorry, Sir.” Taking a deep breath, he tried again with more submission in his voice that time. “Thank you for…thank you for letting me come.”
“You’re welcome.” I shifted my head and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “You were a very good boy and I liked rewarding you.”
Ender couldn’t seem to decide how to respond, so he let out another dramatic sigh and complained. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Yep.” He’d have fun until we got to that point, though. “But since that hasn’t happened yet and you’re sticky, you’re going to get a shower.”
He was covered in cum and I was just making the mess worse every time I touched him. So yes, a shower was top on our to-do list.
And to make sure he knew there wasn’t a debate about it, I released his penis and got us both standing. “My understanding of BDSM is enough to grasp that leaving you alone right now would be bad.”
His quietness as I tucked his dick back in his clothes and the way his face had gone a slightly tomato-looking color said I was right, so I explained my plan as I gave up trying not to get cum on his clothes. That was a losing battle. “You can choose to shower while I watch and talk to you about random stuff, you can shower while I tell you what to do, or I can get in with you. If you can’t pick, don’t worry, I will.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a helpful promise or a threat, and his groan along with the look on his face said he wasn’t sure either. “I think you’re just being mean.”
Nope, I was being controlling.
That was more fun.
“I like being able to tell you what to do, and honestly, knowing it turns you on is even better.” Because then I didn’t have to worry about being too bossy and pissing him off. My genuine sincerity must’ve been obvious because he huffed and waved his hands.
I took that to mean I could do what I wanted, so as I led him to the bathroom, I tried to decide what would be the most useful. Him naked in some way was a base-level step. Ender needed to see that I was fine with the new development so he didn’t get weird when I put his tail on or in. My being naked was probably negotiable.
But would it make me look more serious about being his Handler if I got in with him?
Would it make him more confident about sharing that side of himself with me?
Every step just led to more questions.
I hadn’t decided what to do by the time we got to the bathroom, but turning on the water and starting to strip him gave me more time to consider my options. “If I get in with you, I’m going to get an erection. Would that bother you?”
Ender closed his eyes but his dick was chatty and tried to wave hello as I pushed his pants and briefs down.
Well, that answered my question.
