Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER SEVEN

I’m going to lose my mind.

Seriously. My body is burning, and I’ve never been so stretched, so open. And now there’s an even bigger dildo being put on this fucking—pun very much intended—machine. The only thing keeping me together is Kalos’s stare. His gaze is burning into me, keeping me right here with him.

I’m too overwhelmed to be tense, to be worried. All I can do is breathe.

“So sexy, boy. I’ve already come, but I’m still hard, just from watching you.” He kisses me, tongue sweeping through my mouth. Then he stands and backs away. “I want it spinning again, good and slow, like the fucking.”

“Of course, Sir. This dildo?”

The one Matt holds up is huge, the biggest one I’ve ever seen.

“There’s no way.” The words come out of my mouth unbidden. It’s just that it’s so big. I can’t believe it’ll make it into me without breaking me.

“If you can’t take that, then my cock is also too big and you can’t take it. I’m sure you can though. Have a little faith, baby boy. You know I won’t hurt you.”

“I do!” But it’s huge, and I’m not that big. Of course he’s also right—it’s not quite as big as he is.

“It’s going to work, man,” Matt tells me. “I know, because I’ve been there.”

I look over at Kalos and he nods. “You can do this. It’s going to be good. I promise.”

“Okay. I believe in you.” I don’t have a choice. I need to trust him because I have every intention of taking his massive dick in. I want him to fuck me fast and hard and every which way there is.

Don nods and touches my shoulder lightly. “Believe in him. He’s gonna make it so good once you’ve been stretched enough. There’s nothing like that knot. Nothing.”

“I’m here. I’m not leaving him.” I need him, and I think he might need someone like me too.

Don grins at me. “You’re way ahead of me, man. You got here so quickly. You’re lucky. Now breathe and let’s get this done.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“It’ll be pressure, not pain,” Don promises.

I nod and rest my head down, trusting, if not them certainly Kalos.

Matt feeds the tip into me, the head a little bit smaller than the rest of the dildo—I can feel the promise of the spread right there as the stage starts turning again. The spin is slow enough that it doesn’t make me dizzy.

I close my eyes and focus on breathing, on sucking in lungfuls of air. The dildo pushes in a little more, enough that I can feel the incredible stretch, the pressure enormous. It backs off a moment before moving forward again and opening me up more.

I can’t move away from the pressure, so I have to accept it, let myself open up. I keep reminding myself I’m doing this so I can take him, so that magnificent cock can take me, fill me, make me his.

I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze taking in every inch of me.

I don’t open my eyes, but I don’t have to to know he’s staring, admiring.

The machine pushes the dildo a little farther in with every thrust. Not a lot, it’s moving in tiny increments and it’s taking its sweet time. It feels like it’s going to take hours before it fills me up.

Every time I feel dry, someone slicks me up, someone helps me with lube. I should feel weird to have Don and Matt seeing me like this, touching me and lubing me up, but I don’t. I know the only sexual heat here is between me and my master. His gaze is the only one that’s real.

They’re just here to help make me fly for him, and I know it.

The dildo hits its widest point yet, and the pressure is nearly more than I can take. I do take it, though, the gradual back and forth making me supersensitive. I swear I feel pleasure running up and down along my spine like I’ve been hit with a live wire.

“Keep it nice and slow, boys. Don’t push him.”

I groan, absolutely torn. Slower sounds easier, but it’s stretching out the wonderful but maddening sensations. Fast sounds harder but also will get me to his cock sooner. It doesn’t matter though. It’s his show, his will that reigns.

And right now, I’m too exhausted to take more. Right now, I’m just flying.

Every now and then, I hear him moan or tell me how sexy I am, how much he wants to be inside me. That’s what I want too. That’s all I want, and I would do anything to make that happen.

My body is stretching, taking in more and more, and I’m beginning to shiver.

“Stop the spinning.”

“The fucking, too, master?” Don asks.

“No. Just the spinning.” Then he’s by my head, kneeling in front of me so he can speak into my ear. “You’ve got this, boy. You can do it.”

“Master. Please. Please, stay with me.” I need him, so badly.

He cups my face. “I’m right here.” Then he brings our mouths together, his tongue sweeping through, touching my teeth, my tongue, the roof of my mouth. Now the thrusting of the dildo into me feels doable, it has a purpose that his tongue reminds me of.

I’m here, where he wants me. Where I deserve to be.

The dildo works its way deeper and deeper while he continues to devour my mouth. While I’m very much aware of my ass, it’s my mouth that has most of my attention—the place where I’m connected to him.

That’s what this is about.

Him.

Him.

I want to lose myself in him, be overtaken by him, subsumed by him. Taken by him. Fuck, yes. Taken by that magnificent cock of his.

The dildo pushes deep into me, hitting my gland and my entire body jerks, the pleasure almost too much.

“Do that again. I want him to come for me.”

“Again,” Don points out.

“Again,” Kalos says, giving me a wicked grin. “I know you came while I was fucking your mouth.” He drops more kisses on me, one after another, nipping at my lips, fingers warm on my cheeks, my jaw. “Now I want more.”

He’s everywhere, filling me up, making me need.

He rubs our noses together, then sits back, watching my face as the machine continues to thrust the dildo into my ass, hitting my gland with every push, lighting me up for him to see.

I can’t help coming, and hard, shooting until it hurts so good.

“Mmm. There’s my baby boy, giving it all up for me.” He presses more kisses on my face, his hands sliding up and down my back.

Then he gently squeezes my balls, rolling them. “One more, baby boy. One more and we’ll plug you and take you to bed.”

“And make love?”

“You need a break, but when we wake up—then I’m all yours. Or you’re all mine.” He grins and chuckles, looking so happy. “Both, yeah?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Both.” God, he’s beautiful—ebony eyes, and…horns. He’s got horns. How have I never noticed them before? They make him even more handsome.

He purrs, the sound an agreement and a caress at the same time. “Speed the machine up,” he orders. “My boy needs one more orgasm. Drive it out of him.”

The single sentence makes me want to scream. I can’t, though, because I have no breath to do it. The infernal machine drives into me over and over, not relenting for a single moment.

All I can do is take it. All I can do is feel. There’s no escape. I don’t think I want one. If this is the path to him, it’s what I want.

“Master—” Is that my voice? That lost, husky sound?

“My beautiful boy. Full of light and pleasure.” His voice is everything, and the words themselves don’t even matter. Only that he’s talking to me.

“Love.” Yes. Yes, that’s me, and I mean it. I love him.

“Oh yes. Yes, I love you too. I have since the first time you came back. My boy. Mine.” I hear the possessive note in his voice, and it thrills me.

“Yours. Yours.” I can’t think. All I can do is feel.

“Mine.” He drags his hands up my back, nails scraping at my skin. It’s sharp and wonderful at the same time.

I bare my teeth, my body convulsing. Seed shoots from me, this orgasm more powerful than the others have been. He keeps my gaze through it. Like he’s experiencing it with me.

Like he’s coming too.

Like he needs this as badly as I do.

I want to believe it’s true, and with his gaze holding mine, his hands so hot on my skin, I can. I can trust in our connection.

“Slow it gradually,” he orders. “I don’t want you to be suddenly empty. It would be a shock.”

“Here’s a plug, Sir. It’s the similar size.”

“Thank you.” Kalos takes the plug and shows it to me. “As soon as the dildo comes out, I’ll get you plugged so you stay stretched for my cock. Then we’ll go back to our rooms.”

Our rooms. He called them ours, not his.

“What if I can’t walk?”

“Then I’ll carry you. I’d never abandon you.”

I know that. Somehow I know it. “Thank you.”

He kisses me gently. “You’ve done so well and I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I’ve been trying, so hard.

He keeps me distracted as the dildo slows down and finally stops.

“Time for the plug.”

The dildo eases away, leaving me gasping and panting. “Empty. Please.”

“I’ve got you.” He slides his hand along my back all the way down to my ass, which he rubs, squeezes. Then he slips two slick fingers into me.

It isn’t enough, but it’s good. It’s good enough I can relax.

His purrs slide easily down my spine, and eventually his fingers disappear, the tip of a plug replacing them. “I’m just going to seat it, no teasing,” he promises.

“No teasing. Please.” I want to go home. I want him to hold me. I can’t handle more.

He’s as good as his word, pushing the plug into me, leaving me filled. It’s a relief not to be empty. Then he undoes the chains holding me, and I realize we’re alone, the guys having slipped away without my even realizing it. He helps me up, his arms warm, his body solid.

I just lean in hard. He holds me up, bracing me as we move. I don’t really pay attention to how we get to our rooms; I’m in a daze. So it’s no surprise when suddenly I’m in bed.

“Hold me. Please. Hold me.”

“Water first, boy.” He puts a straw against my lips. “Drink.”

I suck hard, the water splashing into my belly, making me sob.

Then he slides into the bed behind me and wraps around me. “I have you, baby boy.” And he does, holding me close, making me feel like I’m right where I belong.

I curl in with a sigh, and almost immediately, I’m sound asleep.