“Show me your cock.”
I swallow hard, sliding my briefs down.
He hums, as though he likes what he sees, before he trails the tie up the inside of my calf, over my knee, along my thigh in a lazy, unhurried path that has every nerve misfiring. Just when I think he’s going to be cruel and skip my cock, the silk wraps around my shaft.
A strangled sound escapes. “Oh, that feels…fuck.” It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and now I never want it to stop.
“It seems you’re having problems with words tonight, little mouse.”
“You make it hard to… word,” I manage—barely—which proves his point.
He laughs softly and drifts the tie higher, across my chest, teasing one nipple then the other until I’m chasing the feel of the material.
“Are you okay with being restrained?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “I’m good with that, but—” I reach for his arm, pressing my mouth to the curve of his biceps. “The muscles,” I add, teeth scraping lightly. It’s more worship than a kiss.
He leans down, lips at my ear. “Don’t worry, little mouse,” he murmurs. “I’ve got more than enough for you to put in that pretty mouth.”
My breath stutters.
“Arms up.”
I obey, stretching them above my head, crossing my wrists, trying to look like I know how to be sexy and not like I’m about to combust. He wraps the silk around my wrists, then secures the other end to the headboard.
“Did you know that I enjoy sensory play? I find it captivating that if you take away one sense”—he gives the material a gentle tug—“the other senses will blossom.”
“You only tied my hands,” I say, breathless. “I can still feel.”
“That’s the point.” His voice drops. “With your hands out of it, all you get to do is feel,” he says, tugging a few more times to inspect his handiwork.
I bet he ties a pretty knot.
He rolls his hips, the rough denim brushing over me through the thin cotton, and my back leaves the bed on a moan. I lift my head enough to catch his mouth in a hungry kiss. It’s not sweet; it’s all teeth and need and the kind of relief that feels like falling.
Dom pulls back, and I chase his lips. He gives a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be back soon enough to keep that mouth busy.”
He wastes no time, kissing his way down my throat, teeth nipping at my collarbone. When his fingers hook in the waistband of my briefs and tug, I’m already shaking with anticipation. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach.
“Beautiful,” he says when he has all of me laid out for him.
Every brush, every squeeze, every press of his hand is deliberate and controlled. He builds me up carefully, expertly, never quite giving me enough, his other hand stroking along my thigh, his voice in my ear reminding me I’m his to unravel.
What feels like a tease becomes desperation before he finally puts me out of my misery and swallows me whole. His other handcradles my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thumb slides down further, rubbing my taint.
Fuck! Cock, balls, and taint—it’s the trifecta of stimulation.With my hands still tied, I understand what Dom was saying earlier. The assault his mouth is making on my cock has it sitting at high alert. The feel of his hot, wet tongue against my shaft sends me into overdrive, and I so desperately want to drive off the cliff.
I pull on the stupid tie. Frustration, anticipation… everything builds. I hear the click of the bottle and then feel his slick finger circling the nerve endings around my hole.
As soon as he slides his finger in, my cock hits the back of his throat, and he swallows.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck. If you don’t want me coming, you better—” I don’t get the last of my words out as he crooks his finger and hits my prostate like the glorious bastard he is.
“Dom,” I gasp. “Please.”
My hips buck off the bed, making my cock slip further down his throat. “Please, please, please, can I come? I wanna come. I need to fucking come.”I’ve hit desperation mode here.
Dom pulls off my cock, and I immediately miss the warm, wet heat his mouth provided. “Not yet, baby.”
