Obedient Bitch

Chapter 9: Pretty boy pt.2

➺Fingering
➺Nipple play
➺Bondage
➺Rough sex
➺Dirty talk
➺Verbal humiliation
➺Edging
➺Spanking

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Pete drifted off to sleep, and only woke up later, still lying in Vegas' arms. They both slept together, but when they woke up, they decided to take a shower and talk for a while. They had another glass of wine while discussing the scene, and the positive and negative points for each. Vegas was concerned about the bondage and the way he took Pete on the couch, but he didn't seem sorry, just willing to hear about the experience. And he seemed surprised when the boy revealed that it had been his favorite scene so far. He liked the way he was treated, used, and fucked by the dominant, and he believed that it was one of the most submissive moments he had felt since they started last week.

Even though he didn't cum, there was an inexplicable pleasure coursing through his insides, like a sense of duty done, and a huge satisfaction at having made Vegas cum twice in a row. He was frustrated, and he didn't deny that he still wanted to come, but that it wasn't so bad anymore. The conversation continued quietly, the low voices murmuring among the falling night outside. At one point, Pete wondered at the momentary confusion when the scene ended, and Vegas said that this was common after a more intense scene. And he explained that because of how quickly Pete returned to a normal state, it was just a burst of adrenaline and endorphin that left him bewildered. It lasted only a minute, even though for the younger man it seemed much longer.

Vegas went to his room, and returned with the contract in hand. They hadn't signed it yet, and the older man showed him the changes he had made to the document to make it fit their relationship. Pete didn't blink when he signed the paper, and smiled when he did. It was official, even if only for them, and the boy knew that he would still learn a lot from Vegas.

The next day, Pete wanted to make a special lunch to celebrate the outcome of the trial, and Vegas even offered to help, but he just refused. He would make his own mother's recipe, with meat and vegetables — the lawyer's favorite ingredients. He wanted to show how much he admired and was inspired by him to pursue his own career in law, and since cooking was one of his strong points, there was nothing better than food for this. But Vegas had plans.

The boy was standing in front of the kitchen sink and cutting peppers and tomatoes for the sauce, when an arm encircled his waist and cold lips kissed the back of his neck.

"Hyung, I'm cooking."

"I can see that." He continued with the kissing trail, and slipped his hand under the boy's shirt, moving his palm up to his chest. His fingers brushed against one of the nipples, and his tongue sucked on the tip of his ear. Pete shivered, but tried to refuse.

"There's food on the stove. It might burn, and then we won't have anything to eat," he said, gasping as his fingertips pinched and pulled on the already hardened nipple.

"Then let's make this quick, hm?"

"Hyung-"

"Lean over and prop your elbows on the counter."

Pete looked back in surprise, trying to figure out if that was a real order or just a joke, but found no amusement on the dominant's face. He wanted to turn his body, but Vegas held the back of his head and put him back. Sighing, Pete decided it would be better to just obey and find out what would happen. So he bent his body, doing as ordered. The pants were placed below his buttocks, and a large palm came down against the flesh of one of them, groping.

Vegas' hand came up on the side of the submissive's face, and in it was an object. It was silver, and almost oval in shape, with the tip thinner than the base. It was medium-sized, and on the other end was a flattened circle decorated with a gold-colored acrylic coating. It was a plug.