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That gets me a giggle, a sweet laugh that s surprisingly sexy, hot. My cock is hard again.
Between my mark on his ass, his honest emotions and the string of beads, ready now to start
filling his ass, I m on fire.
 We begin. I push the first bead into him. There s resistance for a moment and then he
relaxes and it slides right into him. Nat gives a soft gasp, ass muscles clenching, hole tightening
around the string.
 We ve only just begun, I tell him softly, eager to feed each one into him, to feel and
hear his reaction.
 Oh &  He likes that sound. Nat s body ripples, hips tilted and offered to me and I don t
think he knows how fine he is. I bend to kiss the small of his back, unable to keep from touching
his skin with my tongue. Salt and musk fill me, make my balls ache. I rub my cock against the
backs of his thighs, his balls and then feed in the next bead. The mixture of nerves and curiosity
and need is heady and he wriggles, trying to close his thighs, trying to hide.
 No. No hiding, Nat. You are mine; I will do with you as I want. I push another bead in,
moaning at the sight of the pretty little ass with my mark on it, beads hanging from the tiny hole.
 Y & yours? A faint blush starts up, sliding up Nat s spine.
 Mine. I growl the word this time and push the next bead in. I don t care what I have to
do, what I have to offer Malachi, no one else will touch this one without my permission.
Nat nods, head bobbing, bright red curls bouncing.  Yes. Yes. Okay. Yes.
 Yes. I agree. My free hand is on the small of his back, not that I think that he ll try to
get away, but because I want to touch him. I feed the next bead in. One more and I should be
able to let the string of them hang on their own. I ll give it a swing and let them tug at the beads
inside Nat. It should be most delicious. For both of us.
The skin under my hand is so soft, untouched, unmarked, virginal. Nat is going to be so
much fun to teach, to mark, to push. I push in the next bead and slowly let the string slide from
my fingers. I watch it swing between Nat s legs, the black beads dark against his pale skin.  How
does that feel?
 Oh. Oh. Oh, it & It pulls. Inside me. Like a weight.
I nod, even though he can t see me.  It s good, isn t it? I ask, pushing in the next two
beads and setting the string to swinging again.
His flush darkens, pretty ass pushed toward me.  Yes.
 I told you were a natural, did I not? That first day? I was so right. I lean again, lick my
mark, press my tongue against the broken flesh as I push another bead in. They ve gotten
bigger  wider than my finger now.
 Yes. Please. So full. So full. His hole is pink, slick with lube, the string holding the
balls stretching it slightly.
 Not that full yet, Nat. You ve got over a dozen beads yet to go. The last one is almost as
wide as my cock. I push the next several in before he has a chance to take a breath.
His legs spread, trying to make room, to open. I can see him in my mind s eye, hole
snapped tight around my wrist, my arm. I rub my cock against his thighs again, so hard, wanting
him so badly. This is for him, I remind myself and push another bead in, nice and slow. Letting
him feel the stretch. His cry fills the air, like a bird, lips open, panting. I push another one into
him, eager for more noises. He gives them to me, one after another, like the beads push them out
of him.
 Just three left now, I tell him. The thick ones. The ones that will stretch him like my
cock would, forcing the smaller beads deeper into his body.
 I don t think they ll fit. I & So full.
 They ll fit. I lean forward and whisper in his ear as I push the next one in.  This is the
least I m going to make fit inside you.
He arches, moans low.  Oh & Oh, how & 
 You stretch, Nat. And you ll stretch as far as I demand. I force the next one in,
knowing I m filling him deeper now than he s ever been filled, and nearly as wide as my cock
filled him last time we were together.
 Yes. Yes, for you. He s panting now, body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
 Yes, for me. Fuck, he s amazing. Beautiful as he writhes on the beads.
 Only one more.
I begin to push it in, letting it stretch him wide, hold his body open. He s all flush and
shivers, voice gone, sinking into that sweet silence, that acceptance we found before. So slowly I
push it the rest of the way in, knowing it s making the rest of the beads roll forward, sliding
across his gland. Hovering on the edge, he just waits for me, waits for me to control him, to push
him over.
My own cock is throbbing, watching the beads as I pull them out of him, hearing the cries
I know will come, I know that will be enough to pull my own pleasure from me. Another time I
might leave them in him, force him to walk with them, spend the day with them. Another time I
might whip him, mark him while he holds the beads deep inside. But not today. Today I m just
going to undo the bindings on his cock and bid him come as I pull the beads from his body.
My hands fondle his heated, stretched flesh, sliding across the leaking tip as I undo the
snap that binds his cock. His eyes fasten to mine, clinging, shining. His lips are bitten and
swollen and parted.  Please. Yours. All I am.
 Then come. I take hold of the rope that hangs from him and pull it with one smooth,
continuous motion. The beads pop from his body, one at a time, first stretching his hole from the
inside. It closes up behind each one before stretching again for the next and the next.
His come sprays over the table, hot and heady, those green eyes rolling back as he
slumps. The last bead pulls from his body, his hole seeming to cling to it, to try to hold it in and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]