I straighten and resume thrusting because yeah, now I need it. I need to get mine and then spend some time tormenting him in the best ways possible until we’re both ragged and sated and can sleep through the night.
Pleasure boils up deep out of me, ripping through me and making me wish I believed in a god so I could claim to see one. But seeing my guy spread out before and under me is enough, for now.
He eagerly swallows, trying to keep me in place as I pull back a little because I’m on the verge of being too sensitive. I stroke his pecs, raking my fingers down his abs and toward the well-trimmed nest of hair between his legs.
“Such a good boy,” I say when I can finally talk again. I pull out of his mouth and reach down to untangle the cockring from me before it starts catching and pinching things in a bad way. Jordan’s still flexing his hips, his heels digging into the covers for traction because he is in dire need of release.
Good.
I climb onto the bed and sit against the headboard, where I drag Jordan around and into my arms. He admitted he loves it when I handle him like that. That I’m strong enough to muscle him exactly where I want him.
That’s part of the game we play, right? I willingly let him top me when I need it, because I need it.
Because I love him.
But he also knows at any time I could simply stand up and take over, and short of trying to harm me with some of the self-defense moves Leo taught him he wouldn’t be able to stop me from overpowering him.
Sometimes he needs this from me, too. That it’s not just me sending Secret Service agents after him to bring him to me, or to protect him for me.
It’s that I can protect him, too.
I thank a god I don’t believe in that he doesn’t know certain things about me.
Shaking that thought from my mind I cradle him in my arms and kiss his swollen lips, tasting me on his mouth. But I don’t untie his hands. I pull them back and over his head, bending his elbows so I can once again wrap the necktie around my left fist and hold him in place.
“Ready for your reward?”
He nods as he squirms against me, beyond coherent speech now.
Fucking adorable.
I drape my right leg over his and bend my knee so I can press my heel against the base of the buttplug. He immediately realizes what I’m doing and rocks against me, trying to hump my foot. I don’t use this buttplug on him too often because twice before he’s actually come without me touching his cock because of how it presses inside him.
“I know, baby.” I kiss him. “Show me how needy you are.” More kisses while my right hand plays with his nipple rings, back and forth, as he rides my foot like he’s on a Kentucky Derby entry. Maybe this much we can show Leo at some point, because I suspect the sadist would chuckle over it.
The darker stuff?
Even though tonight was on the milder end of the scale of how dark Jordan and I have played I’m not sure I’m comfortable with Leo witnessing it. That’s for me and Jordan, something we developed together.
It’sours.
Just like I’m certain there are things between him and Leo, and even between Leo and me, that naturally exclude the third.
And that’s okay.
Having these special things between us are healthy and good and will keep us stronger and more tightly bound to each other through the years.
I stare into his hooded eyes and after a few minutes of his desperate squirming I ask it. “Can you come for me like this?”
He mutters something that almost sounds like a maybe and I decide to give him a break. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his shaft, squeezing hard. “Timer’s ticking if you don’t want to be stuck wearing that all night and wearing the cage, too.”
Another whine as he frantically fucks my fist. It’s not even two pumps before he explodes all over my hand and his abs, his body tensing with every pulse until, finally, he goes limp in my arms.
I nuzzle his nose with mine and unwind the tie from my hand so I can hold him close. “There’s my good boy,” I whisper into his hair as the last shivers sweep through his body. “Love you.”
If he snuggled any more tightly against me we’d be sharing skin. “Love you, too, Sir.”
He’s nearly asleep a few minutes later when I untangle myself from him, untie his hands, and ease out of bed to grab wipes and clean us up. I’m about to return to bed when I realize he absolutely is sound asleep.
