I began to move, drawing back before pushing forward again, establishing a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, building like a gathering storm. Theo responded beautifully, moving as much as his restraints would allow, meeting my thrusts with subtle shifts of his hips.
The sounds he made were intoxicating, soft groans and gasps that grew in volume as our pace increased. His hands gripped the restraints, knuckles whitening with the force of his hold, his body straining against the leather bonds.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
“Yes,” he gasped, his face half-buried in the pillow. “Yes, Your Grace.”
The formal address sent another surge of arousal through me. There was something darkly thrilling about being acknowledged as royalty even in this most intimate of acts. A reminder of who I was, of the power I held, even as I surrendered to baser instincts.
I continued my relentless pace, watching my cock disappear into his body again and again. The visual was as stimulating as the physical sensation—the contrast of my pale skin against his tanned flesh, the way his hole stretched around my girth, the slight glistening of lubricant catching the light.
After several minutes, I slowed my movements, then withdrew. Theo made a sound of disappointment at the loss, but I had other plans. Reaching for the restraints at his ankles, I released them, allowing his legs more freedom of movement.
“On your knees,” I commanded, guiding his lower body into position while his upper half remained bound to the bed.
The new position presented a different angle, one that would allow for deeper penetration. Theo's ass was now raised, his back arched, his face still pressed into the pillow. I took a moment to appreciate the view before positioning myself behind him once more.
With one hand gripping his hip for leverage, I guided my cock back to his entrance and pushed inside in one smooth motion. The changedangle allowed me to penetrate deeper than before, eliciting a sharp cry from Theo as I bottomed out.
“C'est bon?” I asked, concerned by the intensity of his reaction.
“Yes,” he gasped, his voice muffled by the pillow. “God, yes.”
Reassured, I resumed my thrusting, harder and faster now, driven by an increasing urgency. Each movement jostled Theo, throwing him off balance, forcing him to grip the restraints tighter to maintain his position. The sight of him struggling to accommodate my forceful thrusts only heightened my arousal.
My hands roamed his body, gripping his hips, his waist, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach. I was consumed by the need to possess him completely, to mark him as mine, if only for this night. The thought of others having him, touching him as I was now, sent an unexpected surge of jealousy through me.
“Tu es à moi ce soir,” I growled, leaning over him to speak into his ear. “You're mine tonight.”
“Yours,” he agreed breathlessly, turning his head to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with desire.
Our faces were close now, our breath mingling in the heated space between us. On impulse, I captured his lips with mine, kissing him as I continued to thrust into him. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hungry, demanding, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues that mirrored the urgent rhythm of our bodies.
The dual stimulation of kissing him while buried deep inside him pushed me closer to the edge of orgasm, that familiar tightening in my lower abdomen, the building pressure demanding release. Normally, I would have withdrawn before climaxing, but in that moment, all rational thought was overwhelmed by primal instinct.
With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside him and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into his willingbody. The intensity of my orgasm caught me by surprise, wringing a hoarse cry from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Je suis désolé,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I didn't mean to finish inside you. That was... unexpected.”
“It's okay,” Theo reassured me, his voice soft. “Whatever you want from me, it's okay.”
His words pleased me. Still, it had been a breach of etiquette on my part, one of many tonight, if I were being honest.
Carefully, I withdrew from his body, watching as a trickle of my release followed. The sight was oddly satisfying, primal.
Moving to the head of the bed, I released Theo's wrists from their restraints, massaging the slightly reddened skin where the leather had rubbed. His hands were warm in mine, his fingers curling around my own as I tended to him.
“Are you alright?” I asked, studying his face for any signs of discomfort or distress.
“I'm fine, Your Grace.” Theo nodded, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “That was... intense.”
I studied Theo's face in the aftermath of our coupling, his cheeks flushed with exertion, eyes half-lidded yet still burning with unmistakable need. My gaze traveled down his body, pausing at his still-rigid cock that lay neglected against his stomach. The sight stirred something within me, a desire to give rather than simply take.
“You haven't finished,” I observed, my voice rough from exertion.
Theo shifted, as if suddenly self-conscious. “It's fine, Your Grace. This was about your pleasure.”
“Non,” I replied firmly, moving closer to him. “I want to watch you.”
Without waiting for his response, I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his length. He was hot and hard in my palm, skin likevelvet over steel. A small gasp escaped his lips at the contact, his hips instinctively bucking into my grip.
