Page 58 of Learning to Trust

“Fuck yourself or I will start adding strikes for disobedience.”

My body was being over-stimulated, every nerve ending was in a state of heightened sensitivity. I fucked the dildo as ordered even though the trembling of my legs made it difficult.

The leather tails hit the left side, but I froze for only a moment before regaining the fucking rhythm I’d set.

“Three, thank you, Sir.”

“You didn’t trust my word, David. It is not to happen again. I am nothing like the assholes you have had in the past and I am not to be treated as such. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Crack.

“Four, thank you, Sir.”

Andrew gave more hard tugs at my dick. There was a steady stream of precum, and I was struggling to hold back the orgasm.

“You will discuss any concerns you have with me in the future regardless of what they are about. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I promise to discuss any worries I have with you, Sir.”

Crack.

“Five, thank you, Sir.”

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

The next five strikes came in quick succession. My ass was on fire and my breathing was rapid. I lost focus, remaining still.

“FUCK. YOURSELF.”

Andrew's shout by my ear startled me back to action. He tugged on my cock, and I felt myself about to come. I was bitterly disappointed I couldn't hold out but when he pinched the head of my dick, I screamed at the sudden burst of pain, and it withered like a flower. Tears flowed down my cheeks.

I counted off the last five strikes and fucked myself. Andrew tugged my cock before pinching the head which had the effect of dumping ice-cold water over it and the orgasm died. I'd made it without coming and a sense of pride washed over me.

Andrew stood on a box, released my arms, and rubbed up and down them to get the circulation flowing. He positioned me onto a box he brought close, and the dildo was pulled from my aching ass. The muscles of both legs shook. I took Andrew's offered hand and stepped onto the floor. He led me to one of the armchairs.

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

Andrew bent me over the arm of the chair, wrapped an arm around my waist, and shoved in balls deep. Fuck he felt good, so much better than I'd imagined while we'd been apart.

I dropped weight onto my feet, hands on the cushion, and pushed back, matching his rhythm of thrusts.

My hard cock slapped against my stomach, then the chair until Andrew fisted it in his hand and slid back and forth. Tingles spread from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Tears flowed with the effort of holding back what I so desperately needed.

Andrew bit at my ear before licking and soothing the area. "You can come any time as a reward for holding back."

“Thank you, Sir.” I could have cried with relief.

He pumped me once, twice, three times and I screamed. The release was so powerful I was almost knocked off my feet. Cum coated my chin, chest, cheek, the chair, and Andrew's hand. It seemed to have no end. My ass clenched tight as my dick pulsed.

Andrew squeezed me in his arm, rested his chin on my shoulder, and shouted as he emptied into my ass.

It was fortunate he was holding me up because I would have been a puddled mess on the floor otherwise.