The thing is, I hate changing what I’m accustomed to. I set a routine and I’m the only one allowed to change it. My publicist and production manager mostly go through Di unless she’s not answering. Like when she went rogue and visited Ethan.
Somehow, my new pet has weasled his way past my resistance and upended my carefully curated life.
Now, I look forward to seeing him in the morning and when I come home. It’s not even for sexual release. Well, not only for that.
While I’m perfectly content being alone, and don’t think I’ve ever thought myself lonely, I can’t deny it’s nice having another person around. And he seems happy enough, though I don’t help him come.I have watched him on the cameras sometimes at work or when I go to my own bed in the main house, and he plays with himself, but doesn’t finish. It makes me curious.
Two weeks after I brought him home, we’re doing our normal breakfast routine of me feeding him my cock, but I’m not in my work clothes yet since I had a morning swim. For once, I’m as naked as he is, since I plan to shower with him before drying off. Ethan is suckling me without real effort while exploring my body, running his fingers along my thighs and caressing my balls while he waits for me to take charge.
Making a decision to try it another way, I push on his forehead for Ethan to release me, then drag him up by his elbows.
“What–” Ethan starts as he grips my shoulders. I take hold of his uncut cock, hard and darker than mine at the tip. “Oh!”
“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you pet?” I ask, though it’s more of a statement. I press our cocks together and groan along with him at the feel of his soft skin and firm dick on mine. “Have you come since the airplane?”
“N-no, Sir,” he stutters as I squeeze us together, unable to help thrusting into my grip. I squeeze his ass in my other hand, the bubble butt almost too much to fit in my grasp. “You didn’t give me permission.”
“Fuck,” I curse. His unquestioning obedience is hot as hell. He has to be messed up to hand it over to me considering what he knows. But Di did tell me his dad was cruel to him like we suspect he is to the people he traffics. Of all the people in the world I could have kidnapped, I found the kinky one who doesn’t mind I’m a killer. “Do you want to come for me, pet? Show me how much sucking me off turns you on.”
Ethan whimpers and nods as he ruts against me faster. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
As he ruts his dick into my fist, his spit plus my pre-cum lubricates the way. Besides a bit of force to help him as I grope his ass, he’s doing all the work. I have an urge to bite him, but I haven’t put my mouth on him yet, and I don’t want to miss a moment of his reactions as I tell him all of my dirty thoughts.
“You’re whining like a good little pet. I want to see you fall apart for me.” I feel his balls draw up tight as they slap into mine, and I’m not far off coming myself. “You’ll lick your Sir’s dick clean and take my load down your throat, won’t you? You can’t resist having a belly full of me. Come for me, E-”
My own voice cuts off as his dick spasms at my command as if it was waiting for permission. After the first spurt hits my bare chest, the rest covers my hand and our cocks. Ethan slides out of my hold and slithers down to his knees, lapping at my head. Tightening my grip, I hold off my own orgasm as he licks me clean less like a kitten and more like an overeager puppy.
After he cleans my hand, I let go and he takes me deep in one go. I grab his hair to hold him down, choking him on the copious orgasm I unleash.
Yes. I think I like adding to our routine.
Cleaning Ethan in the shower, he’s in sub space as I carry him to bed. I leave him there uncuffed and go get dressed in the house as a bit of an experiment, retrieving the custom item I had made and rush shipped for him.
When I get back to his room fifteen minutes later, Ethan is blinking around the room and sitting up, but hasn’t tried to leave. “Good pet.”
He smiles as his cheeks darken. “I like when you call me that.”
“Do you?” I sit beside him, tucking a stray curl back, though it falls back into place over his forehead. Curls always seemed unruly, and I hate things I can’t control, but I have no urge to shave his head.
“Yes, Sir,” he nods and bites his lip. "I also liked you calling me E.”
“Good to know,” I say as I pull the box from behind my back to set it on his comforter-covered lap. “This is for you.”
Ethan, who I’m glad likes to be called E, stares at the box without moving. “For me?”
“Yes,” I grin and remove the lid since I’m interested to see his reaction. He’ll wear it either way, though. On the black velvet, there is a titanium ring with a hidden hinge and the letter E. “This is a day collar. I measured based on my hands fitting around your neck, so it will be a snug fit.”
“I see,” he frowns and moves to touch the letter pendant. “Do you know why I like to be called E?” I have a guess it has to do with being renamed by his abhorrent father, but I stay silent and let him talk. “It’s what my mom, Manuela, called me, though it sounded different in her accent. It’s the only bit of her I got to keep when I moved to my dad’s.”
“Then I’ll call you E.” Waiting to see if he’ll say more, he only keeps looking at the jewelry. “It has a lock only I can undo,” I explain, and he finally meets my eyes. “You understand what that means?”
E huffs out a laugh under his breath and tilts his head. “Normally the sub has a say, but I imagine once you’ve decided something, you make it happen?”
Shrugging, I don’t deny it, reaching for the key I’ve put on the same ring as his cuffs. It’s custom, like the collar and pendant, and is supposed to be one of a kind so no one can order their own key. I unlock the hidden lock and the collar hinges in half.
“Come here, pet,” I command, and E moves to kneel beside the bed. He looks at me as I close the stronger-than-steel metal around his neck, using the key to lock it before running my fingers along the cool surface. He shivers, but I know it will quickly warm against his skin. “Good boy.”
“Thank you, Sir,” E replies with a contented sigh. I’m tempted to leave him uncuffed, just to see if he tries to run. He accepted my collar without argument, but I’m not ready to trust him fully yet.