“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” he huffed. “Just a bit…surprised.”
“We’ll see how it goes, okay. I’ll leave that part up to you.”
“Okay. Y–Yeah…I’ll do that.”
“Not gonna tell me what you’re thinking?” I questioned, twisting slightly to look over my shoulder. The idea of putting a mirror up suddenly sounded like a great idea.
“Nope. We’ll just play it by ear. Now, get into whatever headspace you need to be in.”
Right.
That was gonna be easier said than done now that I knew Judah was thinking. Still, I did my best to force myself to calm. Closing my eyes, my breathing eventually evening out as I cleared my thoughts and let myself justbe.
My body jerked when music began to play. It was low, giving me chills as the beat flowed through me. Judah didn’t say a word as he quietly shuffled up behind me, his warm hands rubbing my shoulders before making their way down my back. His touch helped me to relax that much more.
Every muscle slowly unwound as his hands skied from my back to my front. At the same time, his lips pressed against my left shoulder, kissing a path to my right shoulder. A groan escaped me when one of his hands simultaneously wrapped around my neck before slipping farther down my stomach.
We hadn’t even done anything and I was already regretting wearing the loose boxers I’d slipped on before Judah got home, my body flooded with sensations I’d never allowed myself to feel before.
“I’m going to make love to you, Zeek.”
“Yes, please,” I groaned, my head dropping to my chest as my dick jumped to full attention.
“Soon, baby.”
I whined, a chill sweeping over me when I felt Jude’s body leave mine. I wanted him back, but stopped myself before admitting such a thing. I knew waiting was part of the game and it was exactly what I needed tonight.
For the first time since my rescue, I didn’t need the pain. I just needed Judah. And deep down in my core, I knew he’d make me fly if I allowed it to happen.
The buzz of a flogger could be heard just before it slapped across my back. The first strike was light, almost ticklish. However, it was quickly followed by another, much harder slash. And another. Each subsequent strike against my back was exactly what I needed.
With each movement, I could feel Judah growing more comfortable with his toy of choice, his strikes more consistent.
“Color?” Judah questioned as he switched toys, allowing me a moment to catch my breath.
“Green,” I finally choked out, my voice was rough with need, my dick hard and leaking precum. Yet, despite all of that, I knew I could handle more.
There was no warning as the next toy, this one with thicker straps than the last, bit into the tender flesh of my back. Some sort of guttural groan that even I didn’t recognize tore from my throat as I arched into it with the next hit.
My mind buzzed with each new strike of the flogger. Letting my head fall backwards, I panted, my eyes clenched shut while basking in the feeling as Judah continued to wield the toy that served as both a weapon of pleasure and pain.
I gasped as the straps of the toy wrapped around my throat, disappearing just as quickly as they’d appeared. “More,” I choked.
A few seconds later I felt the familiar sting from the leather tendrils kiss the tender flesh on my neck. This time, however, they remained in place while another tool was used to simultaneously draw some sort of pattern on my back.
It wasn’t long before the blissful haziness began to take over and I couldn’t help but bask in it. Groaning, I allowed my body to go slack against the cuffs. Eyes blurry, I felt more than saw Judah uncuff me. My body collapsed against his, pulling him closer as his mouth crashed into mine.
“Color?” Judah murmured against my lips before reluctantly pulling away.
“It’s all good,” I mumbled, attempting to capture his lips again. “Need you…need you so fucking bad.” I was drunk on him and wanted nothing more than this man before me.
Still unable to force my eyes to focus, Judah threw an arm around my waist and carefully led me from the shed. Mind hazy, I vaguely recalled stumbling along beside him, the grass tickling the bottom of my bare feet as we made our way back inside the house.
I couldn’t say how much time has passed before I came to. All I knew was that I was lying on the bed, my head resting on a pillow, and Judah’s lips were on mine.
“My Jude. All mine,” I murmured into the kiss.
I was certain nothing I said was making any sense, but whatever it was must have struck a chord with Judah because his hard cock was pressed against mine in a sweet, consuming need. A groan escaped me at the sudden loss of his body heat. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait long before I felt him trailing kisses up my inner thighs.
