Bijou, Cobalt/Jade, sleeping inside you, Part I
“Come.”
Jade never looks more exquisite than when he’s surprised, cock flushed desperately thick, so far over the edge that his body obeys before his mind has a chance to process the command. Head back, skin burning hot, gasping soft primitive noises, Jade in the midst of an orgasm he didn’t expect is a beautiful sight indeed. A thick contentment runs through Cobalt’s chest at the idea that he’s the one who can order him there, push him that far.
The problem with Jade is that he’s been a jewel for too long; he knows his own body’s reactions too intimately. It makes him an incredible fuck, but a difficult submissive. Jade is never intentionally difficult, of course, quite the opposite. His mannerisms are perfect: instantaneous obedience, complete deference, high pain tolerance, and a rare natural ability to take pleasure even while bleeding or shivering from pain. The problem was that Jade knew the game too well; it became difficult to push him over the mental threshold from conscious obedience to unthinking surrender. Getting Jade to submit completely required a bit of planning, and someone with Cobalt’s complete devotion to their craft.
Tonight’s plan began during a public show, air thick with spunk and the heavy breathing of the audience. Cobalt tuned them all out and concentrated completely on Jade; focusing on the heavy thud of the flogger in his hand, then the flick-crack of the whip on Jade’s thighs. The audience quieted to soft pants and sweat tickled coolly down the back of his neck. Every time Cobalt touched him with a whip, Jade moaned.
Eventually Cobalt switched to a light, supple whip and flicked the tip in a careful arc, snapping the very end up behind Jade’s balls and watching as the shock of it tipped him helplessly into orgasm. Cobalt allowed it so the show could end, but even as he tugged out the buckles of the restraints and rubbed the medicinal cool of liniment into Jade’s wrists, he caught Jade’s eyes, wide and a little desperate.
“I can take you further,” he said. “You need more?” and Jade made a low keening noise in his throat, swallowed twice, nodded.
“Alright. Come on,” and he led Jade to the baths. They cleaned themselves quickly, the cool tile and lavender scent of soap a relief after the sweat and heat of the show stage. Then Cobalt pressed a hand into the flex of muscle under Jade’s shoulder, pushed him down and pressed a finger inside him. There wasn’t any lube except soap, and Jade grunted against the burn, dropped his head to bare the slick curve of his neck. Cobalt raked fingernails hard down his spine, raising thin lines that blushed red then blanched white in quick succession. He added another finger, working them carefully in and out. Jade moaned and tilted his forehead into the cool tile, barely rocking back into Cobalt’s fingers.
“I do have to work tomorrow,” Jade murmured, and Cobalt laughed.
“You think that’ll keep me from damaging you if I want to? Maybe I want you to think of this for the next week.” Jade stilled, a sudden tension up his spine, and Cobalt pressed his free hand against Jade’s lower back as he added a third finger. “You’d feel me every time you walked,” Cobalt said into the curve of Jade’s flank, slowly withdrawing all three fingers then working them back in. “Every time one of the others asked to fuck you. Every time you stretched yourself out for a client.”
Jade shivered and whimpered out a quiet breath. “Relax,” Cobalt said, not an ounce of compassion, and watched the rise of Jade’s ribcage. The muscles around his fingers fluttered, loosened a little, and Cobalt pressed in just the tip of a fourth finger. Jade cried out, quivered, and Cobalt pressed in to the second knuckle before holding still. Jade’s cock was thick again, recovered from the show, and it jerked when Cobalt ran fingernails teasingly over the skin of Jade’s balls. “Bet you could come from this. But I don’t think I want you to.”