Page 4 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

“It could be pink.”

Ashton bounced around excitedly as we walked in the front door, wiggling and making sure to look adorably mischievous. “With sparkles.”

I was pretty sure he’d read that in a book somewhere, but I didn’t care which one.

“How about I get you clamps that sparkle?”

He’d been teasing me on and off all through dinner, grinning as he decided what kind of pup I could be. He could’ve picked worse ways to distract me, but Ashton seemed to have settled on a guard dog that loved pink…and again…I was pretty sure that came out of a book.

He giggled, nearly dancing deeper into the house. “Sparkles.”

“Trouble.”

The implied threat or maybe the teasing tone had his giggle sounding decidedly naughty as he nearly skipped up the stairs, no longer remembering he was being weird and dramatic in the house so he didn’t have to talk about anything stressful. “I think it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here.”

Oh, he was looking forward to that…a scene he loved and wasn’t stressful at all…well, not unless we counted how he was going to moan and beg.

“Me.”

His cheerful tone said he was grinning ear to ear. “I hold the leash, so I’ll be in charge.”

“That’s not how it works.”

He’d learn, though. “I’ve got some interesting ways to hold a naughty tease, though.”

A quiet moan floated down the stairs before he caught himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As far as comebacks went it barely registered, but it meant his brain was already wonderfully distracted.

“That’s okay. I’m in charge.”

And I definitely knew what I was talking about.

“I think…”

He paused as I finally made my way into the bedroom, clearly stuck with what to say, and somehow, stuck in his shirt as well. “I think I wiggled too much.”

Only Ashton could get trapped in a button-down shirt.

“That’s what happens when you’re naughty.”

Even his clothes knew he liked to misbehave. “Freeze.”

He just kept making it worse…and I wasn’t sure how.

“I don’t know what happened.”

He barely held himself back from tugging on his arms. They were trapped behind him and he’d gotten the sleeves wrapped around his wrists. “I flipped it over my head and then…then I don’t know what happened.”

He’d gotten distracted.

That was his strategic error and I could see the moment he realized it. All it took was one hand wrapped around the shirt to have his arms pinned behind his back and for him to feel wonderfully helpless.

Ashton inhaled sharply, but as soon as the feeling of being trapped hit him, his body tried to melt against mine. “I…I should…I was going to take that off.”

“I know.”

Keeping the stern expression he loved was difficult, but it was worth it to see his gaze go foggy. “I also know you’ve been very naughty.”

He barely held back the moan we both knew he wanted to make, but he was trying to play along and shook his head. “I…I think you’d be cute. Do…do you want a different color?”

My adorable brat.

“Oh, I like pink, but not on a collar.”

Running my free hand up his chest, I kept his body close to mine. “There are a lot of places I love that color, though.”

Pinching one nipple sharply, I tugged it and let the pain flash through him. “I love it all over you. Look at that. I knew your nipple would look even better with a bit more color. Let’s see the other one too.”

Beautiful.

His sounds were beautiful too.

“I…you should…um…”

Part of Ashton wanted to sink into the pleasure but the rest of him still couldn’t resist trying to tease me. “Pink.”

“Yes…I’m going to make you pink and desperate and you’re going to beg to come by the time I’m done with you.”

The shiver that raced through him would’ve made it clear how much he loved that idea, but his breathy sound and the way his hips thrust forward to grind his dick against my thigh was even better.

It meant I got to punish him.

Shaking my head, I made a tsking sound as I gave each nipple another pinch. “Don’t be naughty. You need to find your patience.”

Oh, that got a full-throated groan from him, filled with need and just a hint of frustration. “But…I…”

“Yes. You know what bad behavior that was, but I’m going to help correct it.”

And I was going to enjoy it too. “Let’s get you naked and displayed for me.”

Not giving his brain a chance to catch up, I patted the front of his pants before releasing his belt. “I’m going to make sure you can’t hurt yourself, though, don’t worry.”

That got me another wonderful groan and he closed his eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Kissing his cheek, I lightened my tone and put a smile in my voice. “You’re being a very good boy for me.”

He liked that more than he wanted to admit because a soft whine escaped before he could hold it back and his bulge was perfectly defined as his pants fell to the floor. “I…I can behave.”

That sounded much more grown-up, but we both knew there was something about being my good boy that he really loved. “Yes, you can be a good boy for me and that’s going to get a reward when we’re done.”

It really didn’t take much to shift the scene just enough to make him want to squirm, but his cock was hard as a rock and sprang out like it was desperate for attention as I peeled the front of his briefs down. “Look. You’re already being good for me.”

Loosely wrapping my hand around his erection, I gave it a soft caress that was just light enough to make his face scrunch up. “I…I’ve been good…you’re right.”

Laughing wouldn’t have been the right response, so I had to hold it back as I continued the frustrating pleasure and kissed his neck. “Yes. You’re my good boy.”

Ashton couldn’t push back against that without what he was thinking being perfectly obvious. His dramatic sigh made that abundantly clear and was adorable. “Thank you, Sir.”

Oh, Sir was it?

That only came out when he wanted to push back but knew he shouldn’t.

“My good boy has nice manners.”

That made his dick very happy and his brain very frustrated. The sigh he made as his dick jerked and wiggled for attention showed the mixed signals running through him. “I’m going to reward that.”

His groan was quiet but still filled with drama as he pouted. “Thank you, Sir.”

How he managed to make that sound so ridiculous always amazed me. But acknowledging that would’ve been the wrong way to handle it, so he got a kiss on the cheek. “So sweet for me.”

And he was going to be so desperate very shortly.

He knew it too and that seemed to confuse him because he wasn’t sure what to say. “I… Yes, Sir.”

When that was all he said, I knew his brain was trying to run a mile a minute while he was stuck in tar. So I made a cheerful sound and nuzzled right under his ear as I finally pushed his tiny briefs down to the floor. “Step out of your clothes, baby.”

He wanted whatever was going to come next, but he shivered and let out a soft whine. “Then…then my shirt comes off?”

“No.”

The makeshift restraint was sexy and made him look like he was trapped in my clothes. “Don’t worry. You just have to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

His head told him he should be complaining because he scrunched his face up, but his erection jerked in my hand and precum slicked the tip. “It seems part of you wants to be a very good boy. I knew you’d like playing with me.”

Rubbing my thumb over his slit, I kept my touch light as I made how aroused he was even more obvious. “You’re going to be a dirty boy, though. I’ll get you cleaned up once we’re done. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

I could almost hear the quiet voice in the back of his head grumbling, but he just let out a deep breath and rested his head on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

Ashton was aiming for defeated and dramatic, but his hard cock and needy shivers made it slightly unbelievable. Still, it helped push the scene in a new direction. “Oh, I think my boy needs cuddles.”

Lap time.

Oh, that groan.

He’d already taken off his shoes and socks by the time I’d found him trapped, so it was easy to get him to step out of the rest of his clothes, leaving him still restrained by his shirt. “That’s right. Careful like a good boy.”

At some point he was going to stop taking deep breaths and say something but that was probably after he’d orgasmed. I was pretty sure he didn’t want to do something drastic and risk me actually stopping the scene to ask how he was feeling.

That was too scary for him to contemplate.

“I…I like making you happy.”

More adorable noises accompanied the simple sentence and the sound effects made it feel like we were at the stressful part in one of his books. “I do.”

He was wonderfully insane.

“I appreciate that.”

I also appreciated the way making me happy turned him on. “You’re a very good boy.”

That turned him on too.

So I gave his excitable dick one more soft stroke before patting the head. “This is a good boy too.”

More drama.

I kissed his head and ignored it. “Now, we’re going to sit in my big chair and help you remember who’s in charge here. Then once I’m sure you understand that, we’ll give you an orgasm. Would you like to come?”

The too cheerful tone in my voice was barely over-the-top and nothing he knew he could logically complain about.

You’re too happy.

Yep…he’d have felt nuts saying it even if he was right.

“Yes, please.”

His sigh made it sound like torture was imminent, but I simply smiled as I released his cock and dug his favorite nipple clamps out of my bedside drawer.

It was full of fun but I knew exactly where they were.

“Oh, here’s your toy.”

The joyful tone in my voice had his dick twitching and him letting out another groan.

His dick was definitely the one that should be trusted at the moment since groans weren’t safewords, so I tickled the slit and chuckled. “Yes. You’re excited for your toys and to have playtime.”

The way he rolled his head to bury his face against my shoulder wasn’t a safeword either.

“Alright. Let’s go sit down and have some fun.”

Carefully keeping one hand behind him so I could make sure he was steady, I slowly inched us toward the corner where my chair was waiting. Ashton originally thought it was ridiculously large but that was because he was damned near pocket-sized.

He’d decided he liked it, though, once he realized it was big enough to make him feel like Goldilocks sitting in Papa Bear’s chair…and on Papa Bear’s lap.

He read the most interesting things.

“Sitting careful, please.”

Helping my trapped drama queen sit down on my lap, I took his tiny wobble as a chance to make him feel even more helpless and submissive. “That’s much better. Now you’re safe.”

The Daddy-ish tone had him blushing and grumbling, but he snuggled closer and kept any real complaints to himself.

Our contract said that wasn’t a safeword either.

“I like being good.”

That painful admission had his dick jumping around again and earned him a kiss on the forehead. “I like kisses too.”

So subtle.

“Then let’s get you all ready and I’ll give you kisses. Would you like that? It could be another reward for being very well-behaved.”

One day he was going to sigh so big he deflated completely. “I thought you’d like that.”

The faint nod he gave me was as good as I was going to get, so I took it and didn’t complain.

He was going to be doing enough complaining for both of us in a second.

“Toy time.”

I didn’t have to fake cheer because I loved putting the clamps on him. He reacted incredibly and they always made him come so hard in the end. “We’re going to have fun.”

He knew it too.

More precum slicked up the head of his cock and he shivered as I set the clamps down on his naked lap with the chain connecting them draped over his erection. “You can keep them safe right here.”

Ashton liked that even though I wasn’t sure he could’ve explained why. He sucked in a breath and another bolt of desire firing through him had him shivering again. “I…”

Silence.

“You’re a good boy and you’re going to come so hard once you’ve learned your lesson.”

Running the pad of my finger around his first nipple, I took my time getting closer and closer to his nub. “I’m going to help you, though.”

He couldn’t have explained why he was supposedly being corrected if his life depended on it, so I didn’t bother with a longer lecture. Ashton wouldn’t have understood it, especially when I finally pinched one nipple and it killed the last of his remaining brain cells.

“That’s right.”

I was going to be very helpful. “Push your chest out for me. Pink. Just like we said.”

Ashton groaned, but as he fought back another shiver, he obeyed. “That’s perfect.”

And sexy as hell.

Giving him an order to sit still would’ve been fruitless, so I held him tighter as I picked up the clamps and opened the first side. “Pink and wiggling and whining to come. I can’t wait.”

Looking like he was thinking about explaining just how evil I was, Ashton frowned for about five seconds. Then all I got was a moan as his eyes rolled back in his head as the first clamp bit down on his nub. He let out a moan first but then the jostle of the chain got a whine and a wiggle from him. “Pink and wiggling and whining.”

Just as he got enough working brain cells to complain, I got the other side and turned his brains into mush.

“That’s right…good boy…”

For being hard and for grinding his ass on my lap and for whimpering so sweetly. “They’re going to be pink and puffy when I’m done, aren’t they?”

His head jerked without him thinking about it, but he still needed a reward for answering my question. So I gave the chain another gentle tug before releasing it to wrap my hand around his erection. I’d have loved one more hand, but the way he was rocking and trying to fuck his dick into my fist kept the clamps jumping on his chest.

Every jerk made them bounce and every rocking grind had them swinging back and forth. He was torturing himself better than I ever could, and I was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. Best distraction ever and best boy ever for coming up with a wonderful way for me to let my stress out.

But we didn’t want the fun to end too fast, so I alternated between soft and rough strokes…fast ones and slow ones…and just holding it while he fucked himself into my fist.

Oh, that was my favorite.

Ashton whined as his face scrunched up, and he sank just deep enough that he wasn’t overthinking anything. “It’s…it hurts and I need…I need you and I have to…ugh…”

There was nothing grown-up or demanding about his tone, but he wasn’t ready to hear that. He was the master of playing ostrich, though, so I pretended not to hear it too. “Then go faster, baby. I know you can do it. Show me how much fun you have going faster.”

His pout was adorable and I couldn’t resist brushing my lips against it. “Kisses for my good boy.”

The way his body jerked as I pulled away said he wanted another kiss, but the need to come was worse than his desire for more kisses. “Please…I…Master. Please. I need…”

“Do you want my help, baby?”

Nuzzling against his neck, I brushed my lips right under his ear and got my own rush as he nodded and let out a sweet begging noise. “Such a good boy for asking for my help.”

Pressing him closer to my chest, I wrapped my arm completely around him so I could reach the chain, then on his next thrust, I helped.

Pinching the head of his cock, I yanked the chain and pulled the teeth off. The clamps were just hard enough that they gave him the perfect amount of pain. We both knew he’d love it, but what he hadn’t expected was the extra attention to his cock.

He cried out, shaking and bucking against my hand, chasing the sweet and fiery pleasure that was exploding through him. But as fast as the fireworks had hit, they were slow to fade and he ended up jerking in my arms, eyes closed as sparks kept reigniting.

When he finally came down, he was going to do his best to find where he’d left his worries, but I had a few more tricks up my sleeve. It was time for me to distract my boy, but that was what a partnership was all about…trading off crazy until we both had those rare moments were everything was perfect.