Page 41 of Experiments in Love

We were going to have to work on that once we had time to sit down and have a chat. It wasn’t the time or the place for that because as Master kept running his hand gently over my ass, his other hand reached under me and slapped my dick.

Sparks.

Yes, fireworks.

That was.

Wow.

When I stopped shaking, I was proud to see I was still on all fours and I was glad I hadn’t come.

Showing him my limits list at dinner had been the best decision I’d ever made.

I was amazing.

And still in trouble because I tried to hump the bed.

Oops.

My dick wasn’t elephant length, so I didn’t actually make it to the mattress, but just the attempt had him sighing and reaching under me to smack the head of my dick again. “No. Naughty boy.”

I needed a new definition for good because that was crazy and painful but it felt incredible.

Yes, new definitions would be needed once I’d survived my punishment and I’d gotten to come.

“Good boy.” Master’s praise made me realize I’d been so focused on staying upright that I hadn’t done anything naughty. “That’s much better.”

Confessing why I’d behaved seemed stupid, so for once I kept my mouth shut. Master chuckled and gave him another smack. “You’re learning.”

I wasn’t sure if it’d been another punishment or a reward that time, but as the shaking stopped, I nodded. “Yes. Learning. And. And I’m being good.”

Proud of myself for getting words out in a somewhat reasonable manner, I completely lost track of everything else going on around me and I almost came off the bed as Master’s finger inched just deep enough inside of me to send a wave of pleasure through me.

“Oh, my boy is very sensitive.” Master sounded pleased but I wasn’t sure why. “Yes, I can see why you want to explore new things.”

My experiment.

Wait.

“Let’s see…oh yes.” He chuckled as he found my prostate and fireworks went off inside me. “Very sensitive.”

I was?

My brain tried to ask that question and several others, but Master did something inside me that flattened every thought that tried to pop up. “You like circles too.”

There were different ways of playing with it?

The answer clearly became yes as he did something and it felt like he’d fried every circuit in my brain. “That’s even better. Just a little tug.”

What were we tugging?

Before I could ask the question, he shot off more fireworks in me and my legs started to wobble. Remaining upright took all my concentration, so questions got shoved to the side. I pretty much shovedeverythingto the side until he eased his finger out of me and gave my ass a pat. “Such a good boy.”

He sounded almost like he was talking to a well-behaved dog, but it was too hot to even think about pointing that out. I didn’twant to do anything that might cause him not to do it again. Praise was amazing.

But it wouldn’t keep my arms upright, and somehow I ended up with my elbows on the bed and my face pressed into the mattress.

“Oh, are you ready to be fucked?” It sounded like he thought I was going to answer his question, so I managed to give him a nod. “Good boy.”