I try to swallow, but it becomes difficult. Even words are hard to form, and all I can make are sounds.
Dirty, filthy sounds.
“So sexy purring like that, Cal.” His voice, low and approving, only adds to the intensity.
The pleasure and pain are racing each other, climbing higher and higher, and I'm right there on the edge.
My cock twitches, throbbing and dripping.
“Please, please. Too much.” My hands tug uselessly against the cuffs. "I can't."
“You can and you will.” His voice is right by my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
The whimper that erupts is needy, filled with a soul-aching longing. My back arches, and I turn my head to the side, eyes fluttering as he holds the toy directly over that spot while his other hand grips my dick and strokes.
“Now, Cal. Come now.”
I wail as I come undone and launch into a second whole-body explosion, shooting cum violently into the towel under me. It's like a storm breaking. I'm lost in it, every nerve ending firing at once.
It's intense, almost painful, but in the most exquisite way. It fizzles somewhere inside my brain and leaves me floating again as my body quivers and shakes.
Mac gently pulls the toy out and tosses it aside. The towel under my stomach and hips is tugged away too.
I go boneless, face dripping sweat as I pant into the blanket.
Strong hands flip me over, cuffs rattling at the turn.
"Such a good little slut, coming when I tell you to." Mac grabs my balls in a gentle fist, rolling and massaging one, then the other.
His gaze locks with mine, and the air seems to thicken. His eyes are dark and hungry, pupils completely dilated as they devour every inch of my face.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as if he’s just been fucking me himself instead of using a toy. Beads of sweat dot his hairline and upper lip. The veins in his neck bulge under the flushed skin. His jaw clenches, the muscles and tendons standing out.
He looks every bit like a feral beast, and the sight both thrills and unnerves.
My heart hammers wildly, and I swallow some of the excess saliva flooding my mouth, my legs shifting wider, back arching slightly.
He chuckles, the bed shifting as he moves. "Don't go anywhere."
I can't help but glare his way as he walks off. “Asshole.”
But even as I say it, my body still hums with the aftereffects of what he's done, a confusing mix of satisfaction and longing.
Chapter 6
Maybe I should’ve kept that comment to myself. No more than a minute later, he walks back into the room with some cloth strips.
“What are those for?”
He grins wide as he climbs back onto the bed, settling between my legs as he wraps one of the strips around my ankles. “You’ll see.”
“Mac.”
He drags my foot up next to my head and adrenaline burns through the feelgood haze.
“What are you doing, you crazy jerk?” I buck and try to kick him with my free leg, but it doesn’t do much, and he ties my ankle to the frame of the bed. “Mac!”
I finally get in a good jab, smashing my other foot into his groin.
