I am soooooooooo sorry. Forgive me.

This is dedicated to 'fancy butt'.

~ Dave's POV ~

I stand there gazing at John's naked body. So beautiful. Precious, even. Carefully - almost reverently, I take my shades off. Even if he doesn't know, he deserves that much. This wonderful boy who's given himself to me so willingly. He truly is the best kind of pet. I lay my shades gentle on the table, almost hoping that he hears the noise they make when the collide with the wood. He's clever enough to figure out what that sound is, even if I do not confirm it. I flick my finger gently up the arch of his foot. The reaction is immediate. John shudders and lets out a little gasp. I try my best not to giggle.

'So pretty, little pet. What shall we play?' I purr.

I place my finger on his slightly parted lips. 'Suck,' I command.

Eagerly, John opens his mouth and allows me to push two of my fingers inside. Wasting no time he closes his lips around them and sucks. He flicks his tongue around the tip of my fingers, and slightly drags his teeth along them. John's basically giving my fingers a blow job. And fuck, it's hot. He should be illegal. Deciding that my fingers are slick enough, I pull them out of his mouth. Slowly, I trail them down the center of his body. John writhes beneath me, panting. He gets turned on so easily. I trace my fingers around his asshole, every now and then quickly sliding over the top of it.

'Please,' he whispers brokenly.

I stop.

'Please, what?'

He moans.

'Please, Master.'

'But what do you want, my pet?'

John shakes his head, biting his lip.

'P-please finger me, Master,' he gasps out.

Deciding to drag this out for as long as possible tonight, I say, 'No, pet. Not now.'

It's all John can do not to cry out, but I can sense his disappointment. Feeling slightly bad, I whisper, 'It's okay, pet. I'll make it up to you.'