be still

Making him wear the remote controlled aneros all day long. Teasing him and edging him at random. Have him shaking and bouncing in line at the store or whining into my neck and rutting against my thigh as we sit in the park. Leaking in his trousers. So hard he could tear the zipper from the inside. Begging me to stop. Begging me for more. On again and off again. Fast then slow. Over and over. Keep playing with him when we get home. As he carries in the bags, as he does the dishes, as he works in the garden. Watch him quivering and gasping out of nowhere. Doubled over and whimpering uncontrollably. Then stopping again before sending him to reshelve the books upstairs. Only to switch it back on when he least expects it, and enjoy how the air fills with his yelps and curses. The sounds of hardbacks crashing to the ground above me as I laugh my heart out at his troubles. Poor darling.