“Bad, Bane. Not a fucking sound.”
I whimper as he starts to pull his fingers from my hole, but I clench my legs around him and shake my head, begging him with my eyes.
Don’t go. I want to explode. Like a volcano.
He holds my stare and then dips his head slightly. My legs loosen, and he continues massaging, driving me closer and closer to the edge, making everything tighten inside me. My cock is throbbing, dark red and purple, precum beading on my tip, dripping like a popsicle. He should lick me up.
He doesn’t, though. He just stares at it for a long time before swiping that bead of precum away with his thumb. But oh hell, him touching my dick drives me wild. My body shifts down the bed as I try to fuck against his fingers, wanting it harder, wanting more, but he holds me still, giving me only what he wants me to have.
He’s such a control freak.
“You are close,” he states, and I nod, my arms aching as I hold onto the bed frame. My entire body is shaking, the vein on my dick throbbing. Oh devil. I want to come. I want to explode across his fancy suit, dirty him up.
I want to see him lose his cool.
It never happens.
I may die and never see my dream come true.
“You can come. Untouched. And not a fucking sound when you do it.”
His fingers inside my ass increase the pressure, his other hand pinching my foreskin closed as he waits for me to fall over the edge. And I do with a muted gasp, my cock exploding, only for my release to be trapped inside my dick.
And Georgiy doesn’t let up. He continues to work my prostate.
“Not enough. You have more in you.”
My fingernails dig into the metal of the headboard as I feel my cock twitch again and more cum dribbles from my tip. He keeps it contained though, his gloved hand moving from between my legs, my hole clenching around nothing.
The aftershocks leave me weak, my arms flopping above my head. Useless limbs. My eyelids flutter as I meet his stare.
He’s watching me intently.
“That was hot,” I rasp. “You should totally fuck me now.”
The fingers holding my foreskin closed slip from my dick and my release dribbles down my length.
“No. I’m going to bathe you and then put you to bed. Where you’ll rest.”
I wiggle slightly, my ass smarting with the rub of the tattoo against the sheets. “If I’m a good boy, will you make me come again?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Perhaps. Now up you go.”
I stand and the cum that was on my dick slips down my skin and onto my thighs, making a bit of a mess. The orgasm plus the concussion have left me slightly dizzy, but Georgiy puts his arm around my waist and helps me into the bathroom, sets down a towel near the edge of the tub, and tells me to sit on it. My naked body leans against the wall, my feet resting in the ceramic tub as he takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, revealing those sexy forearms. I want to take a bite out of them.
I’ve had dreams of this. Just sawing one arm right off and masturbating with it.
The faucet turns on, warm water rushing around my feet as Georgiy leans down and wets a washrag, spurting soap onto it and lathering it up. I love the precise way his hands move. He’s so clinical.
It makes me want to see him break.
To see him completely unhinged.
“Lean forward,” he says as he kneels on the floor, and I do as he says. Without another word, he begins to wash me. The sexiest sponge bath of my entire life. My cock perks up again, ready for another adventure. But he only swipes the rag over it before rinsing it and then moving up to my chest and face, wiping me off quickly and telling me to turn around. I do as I’m told, bending over slightly as he washes my back and legs, sliding the wet rag through my crack and cleaning up the lube.
And then he helps me stand up, placing a towel around my shoulders and walking me toward the sink.
“Lean over the sink. I’m going to check your tattoo.”
