Page 21 of Hiding From Laughter

Ashton

He.

I.

“Over against the wall.”

Micha’s perfect asshole Master routine sent a shiver through me, but there was just something about the casual way he jerked his head toward the wall with the shower on it that made it even more perfect.

As his slut, I wasn’t even worth pointing for.

“Do you need an invitation, slut?”

His dickhead delivery was so good I had to remind myself how hard he’d practiced to get it just right.

My dick didn’t seem to care if it was real or not, though. It loved everything about it.

And it was doing its best to drag my mind back to the fantasy realm where everything felt so real I wanted to explode but didn’t actually want my Master to lose his shit at me for coming too quickly.

Or for anything else.

I just…

I had to…

“I need to…just one second…Master, I mean…”

Shoot. It was too hard to get the words out. “I…”

“Need to obey.”

His dryly delivered words were hot but the way he picked me up and set me down by the wall was beyond description. “Hands.”

Yes. He needed those.

Positioning me so my head was leaning toward the wall and my ass was sticking out, he gave it a pat. “Good slut.”

God.

My eyes closed on their own and I found myself spreading my legs wider, whining when I realized I was still wearing my pants. Hell, the only thing that was naked was my ass because somehow he’d trapped my dick again when he’d moved me around.

“I…I can…I need…”

A lot of things. I needed a bathroom and a freed dick and an orgasm. There were probably a dozen other things I could’ve added to the list but my brain wasn’t working.

Master pinched my ass as he scoffed, then patted it as I gasped and whined again. “You need my dick in that tight hole. That’s all you need.”

He was so good at that.

“Please…I…”

I just needed to be able to think. “One second. I just…”

Fuck.

Fingers.

I’d needed fingers.

Moaning, I could barely keep my hands in place as he thrust two fingers deep inside me, the burn spreading through me and threatening to shatter me into a thousand pieces. Micha let out a pleased sound, chuckling almost as he stretched his fingers as he eased them almost all the way out of me. “Yes, that’s what my slut needed. If he can’t apologize with his lips, he’ll do it with his ass.”

Amazing.

Best Dom ever.

Best partner ever.

Best

“Fuck.”

Evil. Evil man. “That’s. It’ll.”

Damn it. Where were my words?

Micha laughed, nailing my prostate again as he thrust back into me with fingers that felt eight inches long somehow. “Oh, is my slut desperate for more?”

Shit.

Fingers came out and just as fast a slicked cock went in.

With our height difference, I ended up on my toes feeling like he was lifting me off the ground with his impossibly long cock. “Please…I’ll…”

Come.

Explode.

Pop.

Fuck.

He wrapped one arm around my chest, pinning me against him as he started right in with rough thrusts that had my eyes rolling back in my head. “You’ll come. I know. You always come, slut. That’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Between his cock, his arms, and the wall, I was trapped and had to use every last remaining brain cell to just stay upright. It kept me right on the edge between frustrated and subspace, and every time he slammed his dick into me, I bounced between the two.

“Use your other lips. Tighten around me.”

His rough order had my ass obeying before my mind caught up with it, getting a moan from him. “Good boy, slut. That’s perfect. You feel so good around my dick.”

God.

Was he stabbing my bladder?

Where was my fucking bladder?

How was his dick that long?

He was going to make me come.

“I’ll…I’ll come…I have to…you have to…”

Do something…he had to do something. “Damn it, Micha.”

He fucking laughed.

“Oh, naughty boy. You didn’t stay in character.”

His idea of punishing me was to pin me tighter against him and for his other hand to start dancing over my ribs. “Naughty boy.”

Eek.

Fucking hell.

Damn it.

He was.

It was.

“Your laugh is so sexy, baby.”

The bad biker tone was gone and it was my sexy butthead that was whispering sweetly in my ear as he made me scream out in laughter. It felt like he was sending sparks through every nerve in my body and I could barely breathe. “I could listen to it all night. Holding you tight. Making you scream out for me. Making you beg for me to stop. For more. To come.”

He was such a dick.

And I was going to tell him that as soon as he stopped overloading every cell in my body.

“That’s…you have to…Micha…”

He had to stop because I was going to pop.

He didn’t stop.

“I can’t.”

Somehow I was still hard and he was making my whole body feel like it was misfiring. “I have to.”

“Be a good boy.”

He gave me a second to catch my breath but then he flexed inside of me and I realized he was still fucking me. Whatever breath I’d found in those few seconds vanished as he thrust in hard and started tickling again. “That’s all you have to do.”

Because he was holding me so tight I didn’t even have to stay upright on my own.

Hell, I wasn’t sure I had to do anything but just exist and laugh and fly as he overwhelmed every inch of my body. And when it finally hit me that I didn’t have any control at all, I lost complete control. Hot and cold sensations flashed through me as I went boneless against him and it was like the biggest headrush I’d ever experienced.

The world went spinning and the only thing that kept me grounded to the earth was his hand suddenly on my dick.

He thrust.

He jerked.

He sent me flying.

Fireworks exploded. I heard myself cry out again. Everything came in and out in pieces. I heard him moan as he came. I heard myself groan when he eased out of me. I felt him pick me up. He made a happy sound when I kissed his cheek.

When reality started tuning back in, I found myself on his lap and remembered a bench on one wall that’d been covered in some kind of plastic-looking fabric.

“That was lube. Not soap.”

My random thoughts didn’t stay just in my head because Micha laughed and kissed my head. “Sorry. That was the first thing that popped in my mind.”

Still snickering, he hugged me tight and seemed to be able to completely ignore how dirty we both were. “That’s right. It was in the instructions.”

I’d read just far enough in those to realize I was not going to do anything the owners thought of as too much and then I’d stopped reading. “You have a good memory.”

Micha snickered. “Didn’t read them, did you?”

He needed to supervise me more.

“I read up until the get special permission section…then I got overwhelmed.”

So I’d stopped. I’d mentally safeworded to myself and left the rest up to him. I’d been a good sub because safewording was important. Everyone knew that. “I knew you’d be a good Dom.”

Sighing, he kissed my head. “You are the most ridiculous brat.”

And?

I had every intention of telling him that once I found the energy to be a better pain in the ass, but he distracted me first by cupping my cheek and tilting my head back so he could brush his lips against mine. “You’re also sexy and curious and have a wonderful imagination.”

Now he was too cute for me to be a brat.

Cheater.

Sighing, I gave him a kiss that time. “You’re sweet and the best asshole Master ever and you’re cute even when you’re being too nice for me to brat. I don’t appreciate that, by the way.”

Micha chuckled. “I hadn’t realized I did that.”

That wasn’t believable at all.

“But thank you for the compliments, baby.”

He did it again, and he knew it. “But now I’m going to ask how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking about the scene before you can distract me again.”

Ugh.

He was such a pain in the butt.

“I wasn’t distracting you.”

Not deliberately…I’d have started doing that next. “But I’m doing fine. Thank you for asking.”

Manners would help get me out of the conversation, right?

If being a brat wouldn’t help, I just had to try the other end of the spectrum.

“If you don’t talk to me about what we did, I’m going to keep exploring. There’s a lot of things that are technically on your acceptable limits list that we haven’t touched on yet.”

His threat had me remembering back to that stupid list and he nodded slowly when I went still. “Yep. So talk or scene. Your choice.”

“That’s…terrible.”

Just horrible. “I…I was good.”

That meant I shouldn’t have to talk.

“You had good behavior, and to make sure you stay mentally good, we’re going to discuss the scene.”

Kissing my forehead, Micha ignored my sigh and didn’t even acknowledge my groan as he tugged off my pants and waterproof boots he’d made me wear for the scene.

Naughty was sexy but slipping was not.

He’d said that so many times it played in his voice in my head.

“And we’re going to have that discussion while I get you all clean.”

Well, he was right about the not being clean part, so I didn’t argue about that. “And if you’re a good boy and tell me what you’re thinking, I won’t push the scene any further.”

For fuck’s sake.

That was the worst Catch-22 ever.

Talk and torture myself.

Not talk and torture myself.

“But I was good.”

Pouting, I let him stand me up but I didn’t help. I wasn’t going to make it hard but I wasn’t going to make it easy. “I even talked to Conner. The owner guy.”

Kind of.

“And I didn’t hide or do anything ridiculous when you lapped me and I talked about my toys. I even said they were zoo animals and didn’t make him think I was talking about sex toys.”

Why that would’ve been easier I couldn’t have explained. “I even plugged my ears when he told me to. I was very good.”

Micha nodded, but he didn’t seem to understand what good meant. “I was very proud of you, but one thing has nothing to do with the other.”

He was deliberately being a pain in the butt.

My butt.

My kind of sticky butt.

“You were a very good boy then and you’re going to be a good boy now.”

Micha kissed my forehead as he stood and started stripping off his own questionably dirty clothes.

I definitely wasn’t going to look too closely at anything we’d been wearing, but part of me was fascinated by the proof of what we’d done. “I…”

I wasn’t going to look.

But focusing on Micha wasn’t any better because he was sexy as hell and he kept doing stuff to remind me of the stuff we’d done. He even turned on an industrial strength shower head and started spraying off the floor like it was an everyday kind of thing for him. “Have you picked which torture you’d prefer? I’m not leaving here without a conversation unless a safeword is involved.”

And then we’d have a different conversation.

For fuck’s sake.

Again.

Lots of fucks.

All the fucks.

Where was my quiet toy when I needed it?

In the fucking bag, where I wasn’t going to touch it until I was all clean.

Ugh.

“I was very good and I’m going to start with being proud of myself.”

I knew he was, but he needed to know I was too. When Micha nodded and smiled at me, I took a breath and tried not to get distracted by the way he sprayed off the wall where I’d been standing.

I was a messy drama queen.

“Um…”

He wouldn’t be satisfied yet and we both knew it. “It was kind of weird talking to the owner guy when he was probably guessing a lot of what we were going to do in here, but not as stressful as I’d expected. He was…kind of nonchalant about the whole thing and I think that made it easier.”

Micha huffed. “The way he ended our conversation talking about how long it’s been since he’d peed on anyone should’ve made it easier too.”

I wasn’t sure if laughing was the right response or not, but it was all I had at the moment. Between Micha’s face and Conner’s casual surprises, it was all just too ridiculous. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought of doing that.”

Oops.

Micha smiled.

I should learn when to shut my fucking mouth.