AndNich123
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2014
"Yes....Master." The words came as easy as following his orders. It was as if what he wanted him to do was all that mattered. His own pleasure wouldn't come until he allowed it. Before it had been when he desired it. Now? Now things were different, and he wanted it this way. His eyes closed, instantly seeing his lover there. His grip tightened, as he could almost sense the dominance his lover has over him. Faster. His movements quicken. Nicholas can hear his own breathing, his gasps, his only pleas for release form his Master. Still he held back....until. As soon as those words left his Master's lips, Nicholas gave in, feeling the intensity of his release claim him. His hips lifted from the seat he was in and froze. It was power. It was overdue. It was perfect. Almost. He was aware of the sounds he was making, just as he was aware when he muttered, "Thank you....Master." It was instinct, in as much as breathing was to thank him. When he finally found his seat again, he could feel how sore his muscles were. A soft, light chuckle escaped his lips. "I'm..tired..and out of shape. Guess I might need to be..worked..into shape."