Page 19 of Little Howl of Moon

I hated how the Barista had seemed to know my innermost thoughts.

But, it seemed to be working in my favor now.

I had a shelf with a few items I’d never used before that I thought Steel might be interested in. I gathered them in my arms, ignoring the way my nerves flared up again. It was normal to be nervous about doing something like this with someone new, right?

I stepped back into my bedroom and stopped in front of Steel, my gaze raking over him. He’d leaned back against thebed, his hips pushed forward by the bench, his cock creating a wet spot of pre-cum on his underwear. He lifted his head, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

“Are you doing okay?” I asked him.

“More than,” he said.

I smiled and carried the equipment to the bed. He turned over, his attention on everything I’d picked out.

A riding crop, leather cuffs, a leather collar and leash, anal plugs, lube, and a fleshlight that was clear so you could see the inside . . .

Selfishly, I wanted to put this thing on him and leave it until he was howling my name.

“For starters,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “What do you think?”

“I think all of it is a yes and you should fuck me now.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, but he looked up at me with big wide eyes, pleading. I may have been the dominant one between the two of us, but Steel already had me wrapped around his claw.

Fuck it.

I pointed at the middle of the bed. “Move up onto the mattress on all fours.”

Steel was so obedient, immediately launching himself into position. His back muscles rippled as he planted his hands, his thighs spreading apart, knees pressing into the blankets. His cock bulged against his underwear, and I made an executive decision that they had to come offnow.

I looped a finger under his waist band. “Off with these.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said.

He tugged them off, kicking them off the bed. His cock and balls were heavy and hard, pre-cum glistening as it dripped from him. It was as if he needed to be milked, that’s how much he was carrying.

My gaze slid to the fleshlight.

He’d begged me to use him however I wanted, and I was going to.

I picked up the toy, wondering if it would fit around his cock. We’d find out. I flipped open the cap to the lube, pushing the other tools out of the way, and knelt on the bed beside him. Steel sucked in a breath as I poured lube into my palm, and then reached beneath him, gripping his shaft and gliding it up and down until he was slick and ready.

“If anything needs to stop, you’ll tell me,” I said.

“Of course,” he whispered, looking down as my hand stroked him. “Fuck. When can I come?”

A smile traced my lips. “When I tell you.”

“Fuck. Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I meanyes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” I worked the end of the fleshlight over the head of his cock. “Thrust,” I demanded.

He pushed his hips forward, whimpering as his cock slid inside the toy. His shoulders arched, followed by a throaty moan. “It’s tight.”

Almost too tight, but it fit. I put my hand over the top of his back and pushed. “Chest down. Use one of your hands to keep this secured.”