Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER TWO

Ioffer my arm to Steve and he takes it, allowing me to lead him to my rooms here. Such a delightful lad. He is exactly my type: big—for a human—fit, young, and sexy as hell. I want him as mine.

I imagine he’ll fight it.

I imagine I’ll love every second of it and so will he.

I open the door to my chambers and usher him in.

“Wow. It’s luxe, huh? Totally.”

“Yes. And if there’s anything I want, anything, all I have to do is ask. So if there’s anything you want…” Especially if what he wants is me. I’m here for him, every inch of me.

“Thank you.” He looks at me like I’m a chocolate cake that needs eating.

I can get behind that. “And what do you want, Steve?” I have an aching cock right here for him, and he can take every inch in—if he can get it all in his mouth, that is. Well, let’s be honest, I’ll be happy if he gets the head into his mouth.

He licks his lips and meets my eyes. “I think we’re both here for the same thing.”

No. No, I don’t think so… but one day. I feel it. This one is mine, and one day, he will be here just for me.

I turn him so that we’re facing, and take his mouth again, plunging my tongue in.

He goes heavy against me, a solid weight of man. I grab his ass and pull him in closer, feeling the weight of his cock against my thigh. I know he can feel the girth of mine against his belly. He’s not a tiny man, in any other world but this, and I like the way he feels against my thigh.

I pull his tongue into my mouth and suck on it, my fingers digging into his ass. I want to leave bruises on his body, reminders of what he’s left behind when he goes home. He’ll come back when they’ve faded; he’ll want more.

He’s panting hard when I let him go, hands dragging over my body, touching me with near desperation.

“You want a taste?” I ask as his hands slide over my cock, trapped as it is inside my leather pants. It aches and I want him to take me in his mouth so fucking badly.

“Yeah…” He licks his lips, making them shine, and a soft whimper leaves him.

I go over to the big chair because it’ll be easier for Steve if I’m sitting. I turn and pop the buttons on my leathers before dragging them off and stepping out of them. Of course I’m not wearing any underwear, so he gets the full effect of my enormous cock springing out for him. He whimpers again, and I sit in the heavy leather chair and spread my legs. “Come and get it.”

“Look at that…never saw anything so big.” It does not sound like a complaint, not for a second. He licks his lips before kneeling between my thighs, nuzzling my balls and breathing me in.

I groan, the sensation amazing. I’ve been sucked before—we’ve got lower demons for that, nobody goes needy here—but it doesn’t feel like this. Blaze told me when you know, you know, and he was right. I know. I slide my hand over Steve’s head, encouraging him to do more than just nuzzle and breathe me in.

“Pretty boy,” I purr, utterly entranced. “Sweet baby.”

“Not a baby.” The words are distracted though. His attention is caught by my girth, my length, the sheer size of me.

“Mmhmm.” I push my hips forward, my cock nudging his mouth, making him a clear offer, and his lips part. I paint them with my pre-come, knowing it’s going to make them tingle. “Take it,” I tell him. “See how much you can get into that hot little mouth of yours.”

He begins to suck me, lips wrapping around my tip, tongue sliding on the slit.

I hiss with pleasure, my thighs tightening for a moment before I can take a few breaths. I don’t want this to be over too soon, but it feels so damn good.

“Do you have some kind of tingling lube on?” he asks, before diving back in.

“That’s my pre-come, boy.” It’s the magic of my essence, seeping out through my pleasure. I’m sure his entire mouth is tingling from just the drop or two he’s taken in. I stroke his head, running my fingers through his hair to keep myself from grabbing his head and fucking his mouth like I really want to.

He isn’t ready for me, but he will be. I will train him, help him to grow.

For now, his eagerness to take in what he can is more than enough, the heat of his mouth, his suction, they all make my balls ache, my cock growing even harder. And it won’t be long before my knot makes itself known. He clearly enjoys sucking, that pleasure making it even better for me.

He strokes my sac, petting me, and it’s maddening, the soft, heady touch.

“I won’t break.” I’m used to a stronger touch, but it’s sweet that he’s being gentle. Being careful. I stroke my fingers through his hair, barely long enough to actually grip, but I manage. I pull at it, just enough for him to feel, to know that I could take his mouth if I wanted to.

He moans, his eyes rolling as his suction around my tip increases.

“Fuck, yes.” The two words seem to encourage him and he sucks even harder, his tongue finding my slit. I say it again because damnation it’s good. “Fuck, yes.”

He moans for me, tongue pressing in deep, fucking my slit.

“Going to make me come,” I warn him. There will be a lot and it will tingle all the way to his belly and make him burn with pleasure.

His eyes go wide, staring up at me with this delicious innocence.

“Keep sucking,” I order him. Because it was a warning, not an admonition to stop.

He groans for me, and I encourage his head to bob, his mouth to move. He can’t take all of me of course, but the more he can, the better it feels and I want all the feels I can have.

I know he’ll come to crave my spunk, in his mouth, in his ass. This buzz will be better than even his own orgasms. That’s not what right now is about though. Right now is about him getting me off and enjoying every second of it.

I don’t close my eyes, though my lids go heavy—I want to watch every second as he sucks me, as his tongue plays with my slit, and I’m going to watch when I come and he tastes me for the first time.

He groans around my cockhead, tongue pressing in, wiggling to taste me. The move surprises me even as it pleases me and my moan echoes his noise, fills the room with the sound of my pleasure. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and let my grip bite in a little. It won’t be long now.

He sucks harder, whimpering for me, head bobbing, demanding more. He’s about to have more, a whole lot more. He dares to stroke my balls, pushing just a little hard.

It’s all I need and I move my hips the tiniest bit, forcing him to take a little more of my cock. When he does, I shout out, my orgasm hitting me, come shooting from my cock.

He slurps and swallows, clearly eager not to lose a drop and trying to take more, get more.

“That’s it, sweet baby. Take me.”

Damnation, he’s exactly what I want, and I can’t wait to make him mine.

He reaches down to stroke his own cock, and I chuckle, the sound dark even to my ears.

He glances up and I shake my head. “That’s mine. You don’t get to touch. You can come, but you can’t touch.” I’m looking forward to seeing what he makes of that.

“I—”

“No touching. That is mine.”

Steve stares into me like he’s hypnotized.

“Good boy,” I offer, letting pride fill my voice. “Hands up here, now. I want to see them.”

Steve lifts his hands to my thighs. I flex for him, watching the surprise and pleasure flash across this face. He is a treasure.

I want to touch him, deny him, send him flying. Listen to him sob. I want all of him in every permutation imaginable—and I have a very good imagination.

For now, I just bend and murmur in his ear. “You’ll come at my command, baby. You’ll obey my every demand and beg for more.”

“Not a baby,” he moans.

Oh, he’s mine.

“Of course not.” I lean in and say, again in a whisper, “Come for me now. Baby.”

I send a jolt of magic to his balls, and he has no choice, no chance, all he can do is obey. Spunk sprays from him, wet and hot.

It smells so good. Deep and male and all mine. Purring, I bend and bring our mouths together, taking his hard.

I bring him up into my lap, cradling him, hand at his crotch, working to bring him up to hardness again. I need him to have the best experience ever; I need him wanting to come back even as he fights the desire.

He groans, his young body sparking back to full need gratifyingly quick.

I ease up and take my time exploring his cock now that it’s back to full hardness, getting to know how it feels in my hand. It just fits across my palm, and I smile. “Sweet little cock.”

He flushes dark. “I’m not little!”

“No, you’re a pretty big guy. But compared to me…” I squeeze his cock. It wasn’t an insult. I like that he’s smaller than I am, but I know that he’s large for a human, that he can take my need and not break.

But there was also a hint of arousal in his words, a whisper of eroticism in his denials. He likes the idea that he’s not the biggest man in the room, that he’s small next to me. So I whisper more words. “Compared to me, you’re a baby, sweet and small.”

His cock doesn’t go down for even a second, and I beam, so pleased at his response.

I continue to touch, to learn every inch of him. I want to explore his little hole, his slit, his nipples. I can’t wait to decorate him, but for now, my fingers do a fine job of pinching his nipples, twisting them, making them swollen for my gaze.

“I…they…” His voice is thick, his need a palpable thing.

“Need to be addressed. So pale, so flat—they deserve to be rosy and puffy, sensitive for me.”

His cock throbs and I can smell the increase in his arousal. Oh, he might not be willing to admit it yet, but he is so mine. The thought keeps repeating inside me, telling me of its truth.

“Ask me to suck your nipples, baby, and I’ll give you something to ride.”

He blinks up, clearly dazed from the nipple play.

I back off on my touches, just enough to let him breathe for a second and process my words. “You know you want it.” Come now, what can it hurt?

“Oh. I…can you? Please?”

“Can I what, baby? You need to tell me that you want it.” I might be pushing him, but he’s going to have to get used to being pushed.

“Suck my…my nips?”

“Your sweet, tender nipples? Your little buds?”

“Yes, damn it! Them. Those. Whatever. Just do it.”

I let an eyebrow go up, though honestly, I’m very pleased at his demands—it proves the strength of his need.

“Please.”

It’s a good start, but I want more from him. I keep staring.

He whimpers, then says, “Please, s…sir?”

With a shout of triumph, I pounce and wrap my lips around his right nipple, sucking hard.

He gasps for me, and I keep pulling, pulling the blood up into the little bud. I’m going to start biting soon, but only when the pleasure grows.

I press two of my fingers against his lips. When he’s sucked them, I will let him ride them as I promised to fill him. I will let him take what he needs to come again.

He opens up, his suction almost desperate. He pulls on my fingers as I gnaw on his nipples. I move from the left to the right, and back again, working them good and hard.

He begins to whimper, and I can hear him, needing me, aching for me.

I pull my fingers from his mouth and move my hand to his ass, pressing my fingertips against his hole. He gasps, and I push in and bite down simultaneously.

His shout is sexy as hell and my cock throbs, my balls aching. I move to his other nipple, bite on it as my fingers work their way in and out of him.

“I can’t…I can’t…”

But he is.

I wrap my free hand around his waist and encourage him to ride up and down, to do the work to bring himself off. He is tight as a fist around my fingers, and I can only imagine him on my cock. It’s going to take lots and lots of training to get him ready for me, and we’re both going to enjoy every second of it.

I curl my fingers, stroking inside him, petting him. He jerks when I find his gland and peg it hard. So many fun buttons to press. “Hungry little hole. It needs filling.”

His answer is the neediest whimper. Oh, sweet baby. I’m going to turn you inside out.

I help him to keep riding my fingers as I move between his nipples, one, then the other, then the first again, sucking and biting and making them so very sensitive. He will feel them long after he’s gone back home.

The idea of him leaving makes me growl, a dull rage born of worry filling me.

I know he’ll come back—no, I trust that he’ll come back, that his need will drive him back to me. And if it doesn’t, then maybe he isn’t the one for me after all. I feel that he is, though, with every part of me, and just the thought that he might not threatens to derail the pleasure of the moment. I focus back in on him, on torturing his nipples with my teeth and hitting his gland with my fingertips.

“Please! Please, I need to…” He arches back over my thighs, belly tight and rippled.

“Hold on as long as you can, but you are allowed to come.” I need this to be a good experience for him. The best he’s ever had.

He nods, licking his lips and staring at me with wide eyes. I push my fingers into him hard, hitting his gland yet again. Then I do it a few more times, aiming to send him soaring.

He gasps, and then he’s shooting, spraying come from his desperate cock. Fuck, but I love the smell of him, the tang and saltiness of it filling my nose.

Humming happily, I wiggle my fingers inside him.

Another little spurt of seed escapes him. I reach for his cock with my free hand and wipe some of the come up, take a taste. I moan—he tastes like mine too.

All I have to do is seduce him and make him my own.

I let my fingers fall slowly away and give his very swollen nips a last lick.

He blinks at me, dazed and deliciously confused.

“You got what you needed here. With me.” He knows this, somewhere deep inside, but it doesn’t hurt to reiterate it, to bring it to the surface of his mind. He’s going to fight his need, but I want him to remember the rewards for giving into it. I want him to remember me and what I can give him.

“I didn’t know that—” He shakes his head and blinks a few times. “—this place exists. It’s real.”

“It’s a magical place, but it is also very real. And I’m happy to have you here. I want you to start training to take my cock and I want you to beg me for it.” I’m sure that last is what’s going to have him leaving, but I know he’ll be back; he won’t be able to help himself.

“Magic isn’t real, but it’s a great idea.”

I chuckle. He doesn’t have to believe in it for it to be real. “You’ll come to believe.”

“I—What do you…I mean…” He doesn’t know what to say and that’s totally all right. He doesn’t have to make small talk.

“Shh. You’re fine just as you are, baby boy. Just as you are.”

He searches my eyes and then dares to snuggle in, resting against my chest. Sweet baby.

I wrap my arms around him and pet his back. This is what he needs to remember when he goes home and starts thinking too much about the kinky things that goes on here and it makes him resist coming back. This right here.

I’ll be his big daddy demon, the one that rewards and punishes. The thought makes my cock throb.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him.