I grabbed his face, hard, fingers digging into his cheeks and yanking his face upward toward mine even though he couldn’t see me. “How many fingers?” I repeated.
“I don’t know, Sir,” he answered, appropriately chastened.
“That’s better.” I let him go and gave myself the opportunity to study the top of his messy hair, the slope of his back as it curved into his ass. He looked so fucking good on his knees, but something was missing. I left him in the middle of my room and went back to the closet, returning with the cuffs I’d used on him the first night. I fastened his wrists together behind his back, then stepped to the side to admire my handiwork.
It was nowhere near the state I wanted to see him in, but the conversation about limits and our own agreement was still so fresh. I didn’t want to push either of us too far and ruin things before they even had a chance to get started. Silas wanted to submit, and he looked so gorgeous on his knees, I decided I wanted to keep him there as often as possible.
“You were so close to coming earlier, weren’t you?” I worked my fingers through his hair, down the sides of his face toward his cheeks.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, I loved the sound of that.
“I ruined it for you, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” The answer was scratchier, like it was harder for him to say and still be honest. “Yes, Sir.”
I hummed, kicking my foot into the space between his legs. I lifted up, pressing against the underside of his balls and drawing a low groan out of him. With the hand that wasn’t in his hair, I stroked my cock, pointing it down for a couple of pulls before tapping it against the corner of his mouth.
“You can come again after you make me come,” I told him, smearing precum around his parted lips. He opened them wider, and I slid onto his tongue. His mouth was just as hot and wet as I remembered, and I thrust slowly toward the back of his throat.
Silas had a bit of a gag reflex, which I loved. I pushed past it until his body convulsed, then I pulled all the way out.
“Can you snap, Silas?” I asked, pinching myself off at the base so I didn’t spray my load all over his face.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
He gave me two decent snaps from behind his back, and I put my dick in his mouth again.
“That’s how you tell me if you want me to stop,” I said. He managed a nod and then choked around the head of my dick a second time.
I went slowly with him, one inch after another after another. Every time he gagged, his throat convulsed and held me tighter. I wasn’t going to last long at all, but I needed to do better.
“After I come, you can use my leg to get yourself off. Do you understand?”
Another jerky nod. He tilted his chin back like he wanted to look up at me, but all I could see of his face was the thick black blindfold keeping me out of his vision. I traced mythumb across the places his eyelids would be, wanting to know how much he liked his predicament.
“Ride my leg while you suck me,” I said, letting my hand fall away from his face. “I want to feel how much you like choking on dick. How much you like being blind to what’s coming next.”
Silas groaned and situated himself over the top of my foot, inching closer until his erection pressed against my ankle and my calf. His pleasure vibrated through me, and I grabbed the back of his head, holding his mouth still. His hips never stopped moving, chasing after pleasure that he was already dangerously close to, considering I was yet to get off.
A tight tug on his hair was enough warning for him to slow his pace and focus on his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and using so much spit it leaked down his chin and my balls.
“You sound like a slut, sweetheart,” I murmured, taking his face into both of my hands so I could properly fuck his throat. “You sound perfect. Now open wide and let me finish myself off.”
Silas whimpered, and I tightened my hold on his head. I fucked into his mouth hard enough that it was impossible for him to keep his teeth off of me, but the streaks of pain only spurred me on harder. He humped himself against my leg again, making breathy and wet noises of pleasure that were drowned out by the roaring in my ears.
He sucked me like his throat had been created to be painted with my cum, so I made sure to give it to him. My second orgasm rolled down my spine like a tidal wave, and I moaned out Silas’s name as I shot my load against the back of his throat. He barely even sputtered, working the muscles of his throat to swallow my cum into his stomach instead of letting the copious amounts of spit in his mouth rinse it down his chin. I bucked against his face, the aftershocks of my orgasm almost enough to knock me off my feet.
After I finished, my grip on his head turned softer, and he made a needy little whine. He flattened his tongue against the underside of my shaft and sucked at my dick like he was trying to get me hard again. The connector chain on the cuffs rattled, and Silas began to move against my leg like I’d put a time limit on his release.
Three pumps of his lips later and he cried out around my cock, taking me all the way down to the root. His body fell forward against me, and hot cum burned against my calf through my slacks. It was hot and sticky, and it glued him to me. I slipped my hand around the back of his head, holding up his weight while his body trembled through the rest of his orgasm. My cock was still in his mouth, getting harder every second, so I eased back and tucked my erection into the waistband of my underwear. I’d deal with it later, after checking on him.
“Hey.” I tipped his head back, traced the outline of his mouth with my thumbs. His lips were shiny and swollen. “Stick out your tongue.”
He did, and it was pink and perfect like his cock. Not a drop of cum to be seen.
