He strokes my face. “I can’t think of anything sexier than making love to you while you’re bound, blindfolded, and gagged.”
I shiver.
“Who cares about a little drool?” he goes on. “The towel will soak it up, and I’ll enjoying putting lotion on your cheek afterwards. Do you have any Vaseline?”
“In the bathroom cupboard.”
“I’ll be back.”
It doesn’t take Spence long to come back with the pot of Vaseline. He puts a generous amount on my cheek, creating a barrier to protect my skin from the drool I’ll inevitably produce. I adore the way he’s taking care of me, even down to the tiniest detail.
“I’m going to put the ball gag in your mouth next, sweet boy.”
I lift my head as much as I can and stretch my mouth wide to accommodate the black silicone ball. It’s smaller than I was expecting, but that only means it’ll be comfortable for longer. Well, as comfortable as anything that stretches your jaw and stops you from speaking can be. Once Spence has fastened the gag at the back of my head, I drop my cheek onto the mattress again. It takes me a few seconds to find a comfortable way of breathing around the gag. An abundance of saliva forms in my mouth. I swallow it down, not wanting to drool.
Spence is kissing and stroking me again, his actions calming. The way he takes care of me is amazing. No one—man or woman—has ever shown me such tenderness before. Not that I’ve got a wealth of experience. Caroline is the only long-term partner I’ve ever had.Was. Spence and I have been together for several weeks now, and while that might not be long enough to be classed as ‘long term’, I can see us being together in another month and then another ten. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me since Lexi was born.
“Are you ready to be blindfolded?” Spence asks.
My instinct is to reply with ‘yes, Daddy,’ but I just end up making grunting noises around the gag. I nod. I keep my eyes open until the moment Spence puts the dark soft, dark fabric of the blindfold over them. Then I close them and let out a contented sigh as Spence ties the blindfold.
“You look beautiful, sweet boy,” Spence tells me.
I feel beautiful—naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded by my Daddy. For my Daddy. I wriggle beneath him and push my arse up against him to show him how much I need and want him.
He chuckles. “Someone’s impatient.”
I nod. I want him inside me so badly.
His breath is warm against my neck, his lips soft every time they caress my skin. His heart beats lazily against my back. His body is like a velvet weighted blanket over me. His cock is hard, the tip damp as it rubs against my arse. His hands rove over my body, exploring every inch of me reverently.
“You’re stunning,” he whispers. “Absolutely gorgeous. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I can’t wait either, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to prolong foreplay. Not that I mind. It’s all part of the game. I’m vulnerable. He can do whatever he wants with me. I’ve never felt safer or more loved.
I hear a click and then the squeak of air being forced through something. Seconds later, cold, damp fingers touch the sensitive skin around my arsehole. I suck in a breath and shudder.
Spence chuckles into my ear. “Is that cold, sweet boy?”
I nod.
“It’ll warm up soon,” he promises, massaging the area.
I whimper until the second he pushes a long finger inside me. Then I sigh. This is what I need. My muscles clench around his finger as he slips it back and forth, warming and stretching me. It’s so good. Even though I can barely move and can’t see anything, this whole experience is freeing. I can’t do anything except lie here and let Spence adore me, and that’s enough. More than enough. It’s everything. He’s empowered me to let go, to truly relax, to be at peace.
He takes his time warming my arse up to receive his cock, first with one finger, then a second, and eventually a third. My dick is hard as a rock, but the urge to orgasm is held at bay by my desire to come with him while he’s inside me.
I release a soft moan as he removes his fingers, but the pay-off comes seconds later as he pushes his cock slowly inside me. He stops when he’s balls deep and rests over my back, unmoving except to stroke and kiss me. I smile around the gag. Fuck, he feels good. My muscles clench and unclench as I enjoy the sensation of having every inch of his dick inside me.
I don’t know how long he stays like that. I hope he’s enjoying the closeness as much as I am. Eventually, he lifts his chest from my back and begins to thrust slowly but deeply. Oh, god, does he get deep. I moan around the ball gag, the rubber ball thankfully muffling the chorus of my desire. Spence rests one hand on the small of my back, pushing down ever so slightly to encourage me to arch my spine and push my arse up a little. He catches hold of my bound hands with his other hand, twisting our fingers together. From the way his knees touch my thighs, I assume he’s kneeling as he continues to roll his cock into me. Deep, almost all the way out, deep again.
I want to tell him how perfect his lovemaking is, how perfectheis, but I content myself with showing him by the way my body melts around and beneath him. His breaths are coming harsher now, just like mine. I guess he must be close to his release. I am too. I’m barely holding on, but I’m determined to wait, to lose my load in the same moment he does.
“Sweet boy,” he rasps into my ear. “I love you. You’re amazing and so, so beautiful.”
Then he comes with an almost silent groan. My orgasm crashes into me, leaving me panting and dizzy as the blanket beneath my groin becomes damp with cum. Spence flops over my back, his furry chest damp with sweat. Our chests heave as one; our frantic hearts beat in time with one another. He’s still inside me. I want to stay like this all night.
“Thank you, sweet boy.”
