“I’m the worst listener.”
“You are,” I say as his arms go up above his head, his hips arching out.
I wet my lips, eyeing his now-hard dick. I could fall onto my knees and suck on him. I don’t usually do that, though. The mess, the way it makes me squirm with discomfort, but it’shim.
I should torture him with the possibility. The thought that maybe I will.
I want to watch him fall apart just from imagining it.
I continue to truss him up, his arms strained above the showerhead, his body stretched out, his soles arched up onto his tiptoes. I step back and then use my foot to spread his legs apart until he cannot go any farther.
“Oh boy,” he murmurs, humping the air. “What are you gonna do to me?”
“Wash you first.”
I grab the shampoo, squirting some into my palm and working it through his thick, tangled strands. He nearly purrs from the touch before I tilt his head and rinse the suds from him. They drip down his cheeks and swirl the drain as I move my hands to his body. I wash his arms, back, and chest, taking my time. Making sure everything is perfectly scrubbed and clean before kneeling before him and working my way up his legs.
Bane is staring down at me as I work, my hands cupping his thighs and tracking up his ass. His skin twitches under my palms, trembling with need. I know he wants more. His cock is eager, straining toward me. Begging silently to be kissed or stroked.
I ignore it. Saving it for last.
Instead, I focus on his feet, unwrapping them gently and rinsing them with water. As I inspect them, I make sure not to press against the cuts lining his soles. They don’t seem to bother him. He only groans when I run my fingertip across them.
Of course he enjoys pain. Growing up, he had to harness it. He found a way to own it, to not let every cut and bruise and beating weaken him. Instead of crumbling, he became stronger.
My hands drift back up his legs and cup his ass once more. The place where my name resides.
My finger slides through his crack, pressing against his hole and making him gasp.
“Georgiy,” he moans, thrusting forward.
“Patience.”
“You’re on your knees in front of me. How can I be patient? I’m imagining all sorts of things.”
“I can see that, but you don’t have any power in this. You’re tied up.”
That reminder makes him groan once more, tugging on his restraints as I clean his ass and then move to his cock and balls. Stroking. Tugging. Making his eyes roll back in his head, his mouth opened in a loud pant.
“More. More.”
“No demanding. No words. Quiet.”
He shakes his head, but bites his lip to keep the words inside. It’s a hard, nearly impossible task as I continue to work him, lathering him up and rinsing him until his tip is leaking.
And it’s only then that I lean forward and swipe his precum up with my tongue.
Bane nearly passes out from that, his head falling back, his body going limp. But he comes to seconds later, his pale body stretched out, his chest heaving.
“If you suck my dick, I’ll probably die.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I say, watching as water sluices down his cock in waves allowing me to drink from it. Like a fountain. I open my mouth and lick my way up his thigh. My tongue snakes through the crease in his groin before dragging up his cock.
Bane passes out again, his head lolling forward, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to breathe. Perhaps hewilldie if I suck his cock.
Perhaps this is a dangerous game we’re playing.
“I like this,” I murmur as I bite my way up his dick. Bane is trembling now, his eyelashes fluttering, his cheeks a pretty pink. “You’re so helpless. So needy for me. Only I can give you relief.”
