Chapter Nineteen
I wish I’d grabbed Declan’s collar and cuffs from Casey’s office, but she packed everything into a bag to take with her. While I have Ellen’s leather collar and cuffs in the bin, even if they fit him, I wouldn’t feel right putting those on him.
I need to get him some of his own from me.
I do have rope, though.
Pulling that from the tote, I kick his feet fartherapart and make quick work of tying his ankles to the bed legs to keep him spread open. Then I undo my necktie around his hands, strip off the tie and his shirt and undershirt, and retie his wrists using more rope.
With the boy now secured, I strip and climb up on the bed to sit in front of him much the same way Casey did on the desk earlier.
He props himself up as far as he can with his elbowsunder him and opens his mouth wide.
The grin I know I’m wearing feels nearly painful, using muscles that haven’t flexed in too damn long. “Good boy.”
This time I definitely don’t want to blow my load in his mouth, but Idowant to fuck that hot mouth of his again. I hold on to his head and use him, going slowly to give him time to adjust and talking him through what I like.
Although his techniquewas pretty good to start with.
I suck in a breath as he plays with the head, explores the slit, gaining confidence as I praise him and stroke his hair. At some point in the future, I’m going to have fun rolling right over him and taking what I want from him whenever I want it, but first I need to make sure I teach him towantto take it from me.
That’s best done like this.
“And unless I tellyou otherwise,” I add, “you always swallow. Good boysalwaysswallow.”
His mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” around my cock sends sweet vibrations straight into my balls and nearly makes me pop right there.
Fuuuuck.
I ease out a little and pause, giving him time to breathe freely. His brown gaze stares up at me, full of not just subspace, but what I’m pretty sure is trust.
Shouldn’t that terrify me?
I shouldn’t be trusted.
Not really.
Not when I’m reasonably certain I’m only a few missing hours’ sleep away from a psychotic break.
I gentle my grip on his head and rake my fingers through his hair, over his scalp.
His eyes drop closed as a sweet, muffled moan floats from him.
Fuck.
It’s been too damn long since I’ve had the simple pleasure of stroking someone’s hair and making them smilejust from that.
Of a head in my lap, fingers laced together, the feel of warm, bare flesh against flesh.
“Change of plans,” I hoarsely say.
I pull out, untie his hands, and then climb out of bed to untie his feet.
“Get into bed.” He does while I grab the condoms and lube and set them on the nightstand. I turn on music, light rock, and then grab a towel from the bathroom before I return tobed.
He’s sitting up and watching me with confusion furrowing his brow. “Sir?”
“Shh.” I point at the bed. “Right side.”
