I wanted to see him, but was thankful for the blindfold because my eyes would give too much away. They’d say all the quiet words that had no place being spoken between us yet.
I felt Miles go down to his knees, his breath hot against my face as he landed on the carpet. He took my nipples into his hands. First, he touched them, a soft graze of his fingertips back and forth and back and forth, until the softness turned to sandpaper. I whimpered and he pinched, not hard, but enough to feel it. He didn’t twist, he didn’t move. Miles just held my nipples between his fingers, waiting for me to move, waiting for me to resist.
My head lolled forward, forehead landing against his. He laughed quietly and went back to the slow, circular swirl of his fingertips against my already inflamed nipples. I tried to count my breaths, to lean into the sensation, but I could never make it past a hundred without losing my place. He alternated like that for what felt like hours, from abrasive touches to soft holds, and back again.
I whined, unable to bear the torture anymore. My cock was primed and ready to shoot off if Miles so much as looked at it the right way. He must have heard the torment in my voice because he tightened his fingers, pinching, twisting, and pulling. Again, over and over, until my whimper turned into a cry I didn’t recognize.
“I love touching you,” he whispered, adjusting himself so my chin rested on his shoulder and his breath burned against my ear. “Love the way you react when you want me.”
“I want you,” I rasped.
He chuckled, releasing both of my nipples. Blood rushed to my chest and I gasped, gritting my teeth from the pain.
“You want me?” he countered, something cool and hard circling my nipple in place of his fingers.
He gave me another low laugh and I realized they were suction cups, sealed now against my chest, tugging my nipples away from my body without any work on his part.
“You want me?” he asked again, giving one of the toys a flick. The sensation was jarring, a low fire burning at the base of my spine that went straight to my cock. “You have me. You don’t even know, do you?”
“Need,” I whispered.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re losing your mind. I wish you could see yourself like this. Coming apart from the softest touch.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, turning the darkness of the blindfold even blacker. My vision would have been white around the edges if I could see, my entire body running hot and cold at the same time from Miles’s touch. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had played with my nipples for as long or with as much attention as Miles was offering.
Again, Miles’s touch went away, quickly returning and pressing something into the palm of my hand. It was a vibrator, I realized, but not shaped like anything I was familiar with. Miles curled his fingers around mine, guiding the vibrating toy down around the head of my cock like a sheath.
“I can’t,” I protested, but Miles kept going, pushing both of our hands down until my cock was nestled in the hard and ribbed rubber of the vibrator. The buzz was gentle, barely more than a low hum, but I could feel it down to the marrow of my bones. Behind the blindfold, moisture prickled the backs of my eyelids, the pressure and the pleasure mounting into something beyond the scope of words.
“Of course you can.” He kissed my forehead and I felt him stand. His hand never left my skin as he walked around until he stood behind me. I listened to him dig around his bag and I listened to toys land on the floor beside me. Some sounded heavier than others, my anticipation spiking with every vibration against my cock.
Behind me, Miles went to his knees, his chest pressed against my back. He reached around my front, effectively hugging me from behind, something soft and furry threaded between his fingers. I would have guessed it was a rabbit fur flogger, but I couldn’t tell. Instead, I melted into him, trying to focus on the drag of fur against my skin instead of the incessant vibration around my cock.
Even with the soft tendrils escaping his fingers, he still stopped to flick the cups around my nipples, drawing gasps out of me that only made him laugh. He moved lower, caressing my stomach, my thighs, even my balls. He cradled my sac in the palm of his hand, giving the softest touches as he worked my balls away from my body.
“Not yet,” he whispered, pulling and manipulating my skin. The firmness of his hands paired with the soft tickle of fur sent my mind into overdrive, and he changed the vibration on the sheath from a constant hum to a slowly increasing staccato.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” His teeth nipped against my ear, a glaring contrast from the fur against my balls. The ends of the fur dragged back further now, through the sticky cum on the backs of my thighs and toward my asshole. Miles shifted, one hand around the front of me and the other coming from the back.
“No.”
He made a tutting sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Their loss,” he purred in my ear. “Because watching you come apart like this…”
Miles trailed off, moving quickly and pushing me down onto my chest. My cuffed wrists still joined together, with the vibrator around my cock and my ass in the air, Miles kneaded my ass in his fingers. It was the most aggressive touch he’d given me all night and I shouted, surprised for the fierceness of it.
He spanked me.
A sharp sting of his palm against my ass and I answered it with another surprised cry. He was quick to soothe me, replacing his palm with the softness of the flogger until my muscles relaxed again. The ease was short-lived, though, because he followed it up with another spank, and another. A flurry of his skin against mine that felt like my body catching fire, and then back to the soft fur.
With Miles, everything was easy.
Easier than it should have been.
Easier than it had any right being.
I lost track of time with him, falling into the monotony of the vibrator around my cock that gave me some, but not enough, as he spanked my ass and the back of my thighs before nursing them tenderly and repeating the cycle again.
