His eyes flashed, but he didn’t argue, slowly lowering himself onto the carpet. Once he was on the floor, I scooted closer, and placed a hand on his head, touching his soft hair. He swallowed, throat spasming. He looked like he was having some internal crisis.
“You can safe word,” I reminded him.
He glared at me. “Fuck off.” His gaze settled on my cock. “We’re just getting started.”
“You know what to do,” I said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“You need to spell it out.”
I frowned at him. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? But something about the colour rising up his neck made me do as he said.
“Suck my cock.”
I expected him to put up a fight or to at least waste some time waffling around. Instead, Taylor placed a hand on my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh, and lowered his head, taking my erection into his mouth in one smooth motion.
In my head, I was sophisticated and unaffected. In reality, I moaned immediately, my legs twitching wider apart. I curledmy hands into his hair, then worried I was hurting him, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he let out a soft noise.
“You— you look really handsome like this,” I managed. “Your lips stretched around my cock.”
He took his mouth off me and I almost whined. “Shut the fuck up,” he said, then put his mouth back on me and started bobbing his head and suddenly the only thing I could think wasdon’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
“You’re good at this,” I said, too gone to care that my voice sounded broken. “How are you so good at everything? It’s not fucking — mmph — f-fair.”
He raised his head, only leaving the tip in his mouth, tongue flat against the sensitive underside. He looked up at me through his coal black eyelashes, eyes dark, and I had to yank him off me.
“Shit.Shit.” I breathed deeply, trying to catch my breath. “I almost — shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Taylor said, licking the spit off his lips and failing to suppress his stupid fucking smirk.
“If I came, that’d put an end to this.” I gestured vaguely.
“I could make you hard again.”
He probably could. I wasn’t going to admit that, though.
“Get on the bed,” I said, trying to sound commanding, and failing, since I was still out of breath.
He stood, then pulled at his costume. “Can I take this thing off? It’s so fucking tight.”
“No. You look good in it.”
He stretched, curving his back and displaying every defined ridge of his arms. “It limits my range of motion.”
“So?” I gripped the base of my cock, trying to get myself under control.
“So I’ll be able to fuck you better naked.”
I hated the idea of agreeing with him but his logic made sense, and also, I did want him naked again. I wanted to see all of his skin.
“Fine,” I said huffily. “Take it off.”
Taylor pulled the dress off so quickly, it was almost comical, and chucked it into a far corner of the room. I gestured for him to get onto the bed, so he was leaning up against the headboard.
“Great, thank you.” I was pleased with myself for maintaining my manners. “Don’t move.” I dug through the paper bag and pulled out the pair of black fluffy handcuffs, then crawled over to him.
“Wait,” he said, as I placed one cuff around his wrist. “I thought this was for you.”
“For me?” I asked. “Why would it be for me? I’m the one in control.”
