I wiggle slightly, my cock bouncing against my stomach noisily. Georgiy’s eyes flick toward it.
“You have.”
“So, I get a reward now?”
He doesn’t respond, just grabs my wrists and thrusts my hands over my head, tying them to the headboard with a soft cord before doing the same to my ankles. He doesn’t like to be touched when he gets an idea in his head. Doesn’t like the distraction.
He’s very particular about things.
Not that I mind.
I quite like what he does to me.
So does my dick. It’s throbbing, leaking, dripping.
“I love this. I’m very horny. Can you tell? I had the best sex ideas while I was lying here. Stuff you could do to me. Would you like to hear about them?”
He doesn’t answer, just pulls something from a satchel, and I eye it. A gag.
My dick jumps again. Oh yes. I love it when he does this.
He does it often. Sometimes he doesn’t like me to talk, to make a sound, and other times, he likes to wring the truth out of me.
Like that day in his house. The things I admitted…the truth that spilled from my lips.
“Not another fucking word,” he murmurs as he secures it across my mouth, muffling my ability to speak.
I sigh happily as he digs around in his bag once more. A moment later, he stands up with a large catheter syringe in his hand filled with some kind of gel. Lube. Oh fuck. Yes.
I moan, and his eyes flick up to meet mine.
Georgiy’s free hand tugs my balls up as he searches for my hole, and when his fingers slide over my taint, my hips lift, helping him find access. His fingertips swirl around my hole as he gently inserts the syringe into me. I can feel the plastic tip push inside, and I gasp when I feel the gel being deposited inside my ass. Fuck, that’s cold. Frigid even.
That has to be on purpose.
My body wriggles as much as it can, but it’s not much. He’s tied me up so well I can barely move. I feel the icy liquid dribble out of me, wetting my hole as I clench around it. Around nothing.
I want him to fuck me.
Oh, fuck me.
“Hold it in,” he says as he pulls out something else and begins to set up a contraption. My cock nearly explodes when I realize what it is.
Hell yes.
Between my sprawled and tied legs is a long rod with a dildo attached to a small machine of some sort. He places it delicately at the end of the bed and plugs it in. I hear the whirl of it, the entire thing waking up. My neck is straining as I try to watch him finish setting it up. But fuck, it hurts to lift my head like this. So I flop backward and a minute later, I feel him begin to insert the silicone cock into me. It stretches my opening wide and stuffs meso full.
“Mmph,” I moan as my eyes flick to Georgiy. I see him looking down at his handiwork, almost proudly.
I want to ask him what he’s going to do while he milks me, but I can’t speak. He’s made sure of that. He probably doesn’t want me being bossy or telling him what to do.
So instead, I just lie here, panting.
His fingers touch my leg gently, making a moan slip from my lips, and then, with a flick of his wrist, the machine starts up. The cock pushes farther into me, almost fucking my guts before retracting and doing it all over again. It’s pistoning in and out of me slowly, the squelch of the lube loud and obscene.
Not that I really think it’s obscene. I like it. I want more. I like all the filthy stuff. Gimme.
“Good. You are taking it so well,” he says and then flicks his fingers over something on the small box between my legs, and the entire rod begins to vibrate, making me bow off the bed as it zips through me. I can only strain scant inches off the mattress, but I can’t help it.
