I don’t know why, but when I’m searching for a reason, the thought that this is role play and Iama table crosses my mind.
“You’re not a table for me,” Raf whispers, pulling on the thing he’s shoved inside of me. “You’re mine to use as I see fit, and I need to get off before my break is over.”
He pulls, and something pops out of me, then something else, and again, again, again, and I’m empty. My hole gapes and clenches, looking for something to fill it. His pants unzip and I’m mercifully filled. His cock takes up the space where the toy had been and my muscles clamp around him, sucking him deeper to fill the void.
I whimper, and he loops his hands around my shoulders, using my lack of mobility as leverage to slam himself into me. He fucks me without another word, and his cock thickens and spurts. He comes inside of me with a silent groan, then he pulls his cock out.
My balls are throbbing, pulsating with need and want between my legs, and I might be crying. Raf’s hands smooth down my sides, over the globes of my ass, and he’s putting something else inside of me. This is new, and it hurts. It’s unexpected, and it leaves me feeling exposed. It’s cold and metal. It feels like there’s hooks or something, and I fight against it because I need to.
“Settle,” he warns, stroking a hand over the base of my spine. “You’re fine.”
“Your Grace,” I mumble.
“Yes?”
“What is that?”
“It’s an anal spreader,” he says. He puts a finger inside of me, but I’m stretched open and held apart by the metal hooks. I can tell he’s there even though I can’t feel him against my channel. “Is this okay?”
I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. I think it is, but it’s so new and so much. This whole night is so much more than we’ve done before.
“It’s a lot,” I admit.
“Do we need to take a break?”
Both his hands are on me, and it feels so fucking good, and I don’t know what the answer is.
“It’s a lot,” I repeat, not sure if I want him to stop or push me harder.
There’s a quick snick of metal and the stretcher inside of my ass is gone. My hole puckers closed, and after a release on each ankle, the cuffs are off, too. Raf pulls me into his lap, where he undoes the bars from my wrists. He kicks them out of the way, and I curl up in his lap, which is absurd because I’m bigger than him, I’m older than him, and yet…
He wraps his arms around me and holds me, and I didn’t even realize how fast my heart was racing, it’s the only sound I can hear.
“Did I let you down?” I ask after a moment passes.
“What?” He strokes my hair back from my face.
“For needing to stop.”
“Never. You did so well.” Raf pulls me back and looks me in the eye. “You were perfect. Youareperfect.”
He kisses me, and it’s somehow gentle and demanding all at the same time, and I melt into him.
“I’m sorry I tried to do too much tonight,” he says against my lips, and I bury myself against him.
“You didn’t. It was just all new. Like, different from what we’ve done before.”
Raf makes a reflective sound and unknots the end of the rope that he’d looped through my collar. The tension on my balls abates, but the coils are still tight.
“Onto the couch,” he coaxes, and I reluctantly unfold myself from his arms to crawl up onto the cushions.
Raf settles between my legs and sucks the head of my cock into his mouth. I arch up, pushing deeper into his throat, and he pushes me back. His hands work between my legs, and then the rope falls loose. He unsnaps the leather cock band and blood rushes into my shaft.
I scream and fist his hair, unloading my release without permission onto his patient tongue. It feels like I’m coming forever, and Raf continues to lap at my throbbing slit until the stream of cum slows to a trickle.
My cock slips out of his mouth and he smiles up at me, wiping the corner of his lips.
“Thank you,” I rasp, and he pulls me until I’m standing.
