Page 61 of Finding His Happiness
Well, we’d figured out a few things. Ferris liked his new toy. Ferris worked with assholes. Ferris liked his asshole being played with. Ferris could not panic and get fingered at the same time. Ferris liked his prostate too.
Overall I was going to count it as a productive learning experience depending on the outcome. But first he needed a reward and hopefully a relaxing time that would leave him feeling positively about his prostate.
Judging by the soft moans and sighs he was giving me, I was pretty sure we were already at the positive feelings point but I wanted to see what would happen next. So I made slow circles over that fun little button and held him on my lap.
With his eyes still closed and wrapped up tight, he looked adorable but his hips were rocking in a wonderfully adult way that said he was having fun. He’d liked being fucked with my finger, but this was taking it up a notch.
He was going to end up complaining that his body didn’t work for him the same way it did for me, but that was an issue we’d tackle another time.
“You’re being so good for me.” My favorite part about the whole thing was that he’d been practicing making sure he could relax is ass correctly. “Now, tell me which you like better.”
Shifting to almost plucking it had him gasping and a shiver raced through him. “That. That is very much better. Option B.”
“I think this is already on the positive side but let’s keep experimenting.” With the conversation part of our scene over for the time being, I eased almost all the way out and thrust back in harder. I didn’t want him to think clearly anytime soon so we were going to take things up a notch.
Just like everything else we’d tried, soft was relaxing but harder was better.
“Oh...that’s...yes...C. Option C.” He was so earnest I couldn’t laugh, but his excitement was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. “Two fingers, please. That’s...that’s supposed to be...oh yes...that’s much better.”
His body couldn’t seem to decide how it wanted to react, but he snuggled closer to me as he rocked and clenched around my fingers. “The...the internet is so smart.”
Those were dangerous words but his earnestness was just as cute as his excitement. “You were just meant to be my boy and you needed me to fill you up.”
Whatever label he gave himself, he’d need to add enthusiastic bottom to the description.
“My cock is going to feel so good against your button too.” I gave him a taste by thrusting hard against his prostate as I bottomed out as far as my fingers would go.
Yep...an enthusiastic bottom.
Two well-aimed thrusts were all it took to have his body tightening around me as his orgasm ripped through him.
It hadn’t been my goal but I was going to put it in the positive column based on how he cried out and cum dripped out of his still-trapped cock.
When he finally relaxed back against me, I eased my fingers out and held him as he floated. His eyes were still closed but he was leaning against me like every muscle in his body had gone lax. I just held him and waited while he soaked up what seemed to be wonderful feelings.
After a while he shifted and turned his head to rub his face against my shoulder. “Eventually I’m going to be very frustrated that you made that happen so easily.”
He was the cutest sub I’d ever met.
“Nope. You’re going to be happy that you have a Dom who’s proficient in giving you pleasure. We found something that I think you liked. Our experiment is a success and I’m very proud of that. So you can’t be upset.” Framing it that way got a sigh from him.
As he mulled that over, I kissed his head and shifted from teasing to practical. He liked practical. “We can’t tickle ourselves. It’s some kind of actual brain response. I don’t remember what it is. I think I only heard the explanation once.”
When he hummed an agreement, I took that as permission to keep going. “Your brain also seems to run continuously. You need a bit of help turning it off enough for you to relax. Without being relaxed you can’t feel the pleasure.”
I thought it was a logical sequence of issues even if it frustrated him.
“If you want we can work on figuring out a process that will help you to relax and achieve an orgasm you find truly pleasurable on your own. This is a reminder you don’t need, but I’m your Dom. I like being in charge of your orgasms. It’s high on my fun things about being a Dom list.”
That got a giggle out of him, so I decided we were moving back in the right direction. “Just thinking about being the one to make the decisions about when you would orgasm and how you’d get that pleasure makes me hard.”
His pleased smile had me snuggling him tighter against me. “Seeing you so relaxed and caged is making me very hard too, but we’re going to wait to come back to that.”
Sighing, Ferris nodded. “You know I have questions.”
Yep.
“I thought you might.” At the very least, his day had been incredibly long and we still had a few things we needed to discuss. “Again, I’m your Dom and it’s my job to help in these situations.”
