Page 46 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

The first time Carlos had crammed his dick down my throat, I’d gagged and carried on something awful.

He’d taken his belt off and beat me all over my body while I flailed around on the floor, and then he’d ass-fucked me.

The next day, he’d given me a long dildo and told me I had a week to learn to stop gagging.

He gave me my first lesson, holding it down my throat, telling me to swallow around it.

I’d worked hard to learn how to accept the dildo without gagging, at least an hour or two a day, but when the week was up, I hadn’t been able to take Carlos’ cock down my throat without gagging, and he’d kicked me in the balls until I puked, and then kicked them some more.

It didn’t take me much longer to learn how to keep from gagging no matter what he put down my throat.

And so, I guess I’m kind of proud that I can take whatever Master wants to put in my throat, and I can hold his gaze. Usually it’s either his cock or his fingers, but sometimes he fucks my throat with a long dildo while he faces me and fucks my ass missionary style.

“I motherfucking love you, Davy. Love you more than I can figure out how to say.”

He slowly pulled his fingers from my throat and then oh-so-slowly ran them all the way down again, as far as he could reach. Another dozen times, and he completely removed his hand.

“My original plan was to put you back in your new cock cage and leave you in it a few days, but I want to make love to you, so get your ass into the sling in the corner. Face up so I can look at you while I fuck your ass.”

“I love you too, Master.” I didn’t waste time waiting for a response. He’d given me an order, so I rolled to the side and stood as gently as I could without taking too much time.

I knew there was no real damage to my balls. The humbler pulls them to the bottom of the sack and can be quite painful, but it’s just because there are so many damned nerve endings down there. Still, I felt them with every step.

I turned my back to the sling, reached up and grabbed a handhold, lifted myself and pushed back, and landed in it mostly right. I grabbed different handholds and lifted myself again, and could be more precise in how I let myself back down.

“You’re getting pretty good at that,” Master said while he connected my wrists cuffs out to the side, and then lifted my legs and connected my ankle cuffs so I had to bend my legs and spread them out.

Master pulled my hips closer to the edge, took a step forward, and jammed his cock in, spreading and opening my asshole without warning, but he only slammed in once, and then held.

“I love belonging to you, Master. I love you, but it’s more than that. I love my life with you.”

“Ditto, slave. Every word of it, ditto.

I’m not a fan of slow sex, usually, but Master was so intense , looking into my eyes, holding my gaze with his brilliant blue eyes. In and out. In and out. Slow but deliberate, for-fucking-ever, but I never wanted it to stop.

Carlos used to wrap his fingers around my throat to choke me, so I couldn’t breathe, but Master has something he puts over my mouth and nose.

He says it’s safer than fingers around my throat, but the end result is the same — he blocks my air while he fucks me, then lets me desperately try to reoxygenate my body a few minutes before he does it again.

And I love him for it.

Tonight, after he’d taken me to the edge a dozen times, he released my left arm and ordered me to play with myself while he had the piece that conforms to my mouth and nose over my face, completely blocking my air.

He fucked me harder and faster, and ordered me to make my hand keep up with the speed, which I did because I have to follow orders, but I was terrified I’d orgasm — and I couldn’t beg permission because I couldn’t fucking breathe.

And then Master said, “Now, slave. Come now .”

He didn’t take the thing off my face so I could breathe until I was well and fully in the middle of the orgasm.

I sucked air in while every cell in my body was experiencing ecstasy, colors exploding in my vision like fireworks, every muscle in my body spasming and jerking while I sucked air in gasps.

* * * *

Will

The game plan, when I sent Davy to the playroom, was to torture him for hours. It turns out, I guess what I really needed was some slow loving. And okay, so I kind of tortured him during the slow loving part of the evening, too, but that’s our relationship. It’s who we are.

I get to decide whether Davy orgasms or not, and it pleased me for us to come together, today.

He can swim the pool back and forth underwater three times now, when he could barely do it one time when he first came to me.

I’ve worked him up specifically so I can deny him air longer and longer in the playroom.

The look of panic in his eyes, the way his body reacts — it’s what we both need.

Davy was disappointed when I told him I’d never choke him the way Carlos and Bubbles did, but he’s come to love the way I do it, over time.

I stood my boy up and watched him walk across the room to make sure he’d recovered. When I was sure he was good, I told him, “Come upstairs when you’ve cleaned and put away everything we used.”

I went up to see how Micca was doing, and I found her in the workout room bench pressing the max my system allows – three hundred and fifty pounds.

“You’re handling that like it’s a boring rep exercise,” I noted.

She pushed the handles up and away, and sat up with a smile. “It’s why I couldn’t really work out with ya’ll before. The gym at Drake is set up for shifters. How’d your session with Davy go?”

I’d seen her working on the heavy bag once, going faster than I’d ever been able to manage, and she’d blushed and said she was just really into the moment.

I’d never seen her go that fast again, and I figured she’d lost track of her timing or something.

Thoughts for another day, though, so I answered her question.

“Started out harsh and then had some tender moments, which isn’t like me, but that was the flow.

I’m going to jump in the shower, and then I thought we might eat. ”

She nodded. “Sounds good.”

When I got out of the shower, no one was in the bedroom, so I made my way to the kitchen, where I found the table set, everyone’s favorite beer on the table, and Davy pulling some rolls out of the oven.

“Master! We’re just about ready to eat. Is beer okay, or do you want something else?”

“Beer is fine.”

I kind of wanted him on the floor, but it felt like we all needed to eat together at the table. I sent Davy downstairs to put a butt plug in before I gave him permission to sit with us, though.

The taco soup was beyond good, and I told Davy as much.

“It is,” Micca agreed, and then she sighed, and something didn’t sound right.

“Problem?” I asked.

She nodded. “Ya’ll know I can’t talk to you about Drake stuff, and that’s usually okay because it doesn’t affect you, but there’s something I know because of work, that I want to tell you, but I can’t.”

“Something about you?”

She shook her head. “No, but something that might affect you. So, let me just ask a question, and not tell you anything.”

Micca took a bite, considering. She swallowed, drank a swig of beer, and put the bottle down. “Why do you think Animal and Silver were told about supernaturals? Why not just spirit them off somewhere safe, without telling them about vampires, shifters, and other realms?”

I sat back and considered the question from a couple of angles. First, she was right. If the secret about supernaturals was such a big deal, you’d think it would be a need-to-know thing, and specifically with famous people, since the head-honcho vampires were especially concerned about me knowing.

And second, what was the purpose of her asking the question? There’s something she knows that she thinks I should know?

“Are either Silver or Animal in danger?” I asked.

“Not especially, I don’t think.”

“Could I be in danger, not knowing?”

She shook her head. “It isn’t something you need to know, but it’s something that could break trust between us, if you find out, knowing it’s something I knew all along.

I can’t tell you anything else.” She sighed.

“We go through lie detector type tests every so often, only it’s a shapeshifter or vampire asking the questions.

We aren’t hooked up to a machine. The questions are usually asked with the wording of whether I’ve told you stuff, or told anyone else stuff.

I haven’t told you anything; I just asked you a simple question.

I can honestly tell them that the two of you know there’s stuff I can’t tell you, and that this frustrates me, but I haven’t told you anything. ”

“Thank you for giving me a heads up. I’m sorry you’ve been put in this position. As long as no one’s in danger, and everyone’s healthy and happy, I can wait to learn whatever it is.”

Not that I had much choice in the matter, but it sounded good to say it.

Unfortunately, Micca went home shortly after we ate, so it was just me and Davy in the bed that night. I understood she needed to let her bear out to sleep in the woods, but it bothered me I didn’t have a solution for how to permanently move her in.

I’d sold the lake property, but there probably wouldn’t have been a way for her to be a bear there, either. You could see most of the property from the water, and grizzly bears aren’t native to Tennessee.