Page 68 of Guardian
“Don’t tell me you haven’t figured out about your prostate.I found the dildo under your pillow when I was searching your room.”
“Ooooh, there are so many things wrong with that sentence.You should not—ahhh—you shouldn’t be searching my room.”The way he whimpers takes the teeth out of his admonishment.
“My house, my rules, baby,” I say as I work him with my fingers.My strokes are gentle but steady.This is only the second wave.I’m pretty confident I can get at least a couple more out of him, but I have to start off easy.
For all his whimpering, he pulls his legs up.He’s digging his heels into the bed, canting his hips to get a better angle.Using my hand like that toy under his pillow.
“There’s nothing sexier than the way you’re writhing on my finger right now.”
Maybe it’s the lighting or wishful thinking, but I could swear his face goes up in flames.
I slide a second finger into him.Because I can, and because he’s going to need it in a little while when I bring my toys out.
“Oh, God.Liam.It’s… Oh, fuck.F-feels so good.So, so, soooo…” He’s a constant, relentless ball of motion.He always has been, but it’s the first time I don’t really mind.“This feels way better than a dildo.”
“Skin is always better than plastic,” I agree.Especially his skin.
Slowly and steadily, I finger him, loving the way his warm, tight hole greedily sucks me in.I’m brushing his prostate with each pass.The forceful way his inner muscles squeeze, I swear he’s going to break my fingers.
I’m slow but steady as I work him over.One hand stroking his cock, one working his ass until once again he’s burbling cum.
Not much this time.It’s to be expected.
“God, I didn’t even know I could do that.”His eyes are glassy, and his tone is filled with wonder.
“That’s the point of all of this, right?To learn new things?”
There’s a beat where the rise and fall of his chest freezes.It’s clear he heard the bitterness in my voice.
I can’t help it.There’s a swirl of acid in my stomach.An ashy taste in my mouth when I think of him sharing these experiences with someone else.
Maybe all I am to him is an experiment.The idea that he would have done this or something like it with any asshole who paid for the pleasure kills me.
Well, fuck that and fuck them.I paid, and the pleasure is mine.
“I’ll give you a minute.”He doesn’t realize it yet, but I won’t be giving him too long.By the time we’re done here, he won’t be as satisfied and glowy as he looks right now.
While he catches his breath, I go to the bathroom and run water over a washcloth to get him cleaned up.This is a technique I use sometimes in interrogation.Giving the person a break, a moment of kindness, lulls them into a false sense of security.
Besides, I need to get the vibrator.
It’s thicker than the one I used on him previously, which was more of a vibrating wand.This one is meant to fill him up.It’s also got a much more powerful motor.The three fresh C batteries inside are about to come in handy.
He’s got his eyes closed when I return, but his fingers are twitching, so I know he’s awake.
“Ready for more?”
“More?”He breathes the word.Confusion crosses his face.
“More,” I agree.It’s the only warning he gets before I slide the lubed dildo inside him, slow but steady.
“Oh, Jesus, that’s big.”He’s startled.Breathy.But his eager groan tells me he likes being filled.
“It is,” I say with a smile.
Then I turn it to the lowest setting.
“Oh.Ohhhh.Ho.Ow.”
