I swallowed hard, my cock twitching with need. “Whatever pleases you, sir.”
He grinned. “Good boy.”
His hands moved to his belt, undoing the buckle with deliberate slowness. The metal clinked as he pulled the leather free, the sound making my mouth water with anticipation. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hands as they worked open his jeans, revealing the outline of his erection straining against his underwear.
“Open,” he commanded, pulling his thick cock free.
I parted my lips eagerly, my tongue darting out to wet them as he stepped closer. With my arms bound behind me, I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t guide him to my mouth. I was completely at his mercy, exactly as I’d fantasized.
He gripped himself at the base, the thick vein on the side pulsing as he traced the head of his cock across my lips, painting them with pre-cum. I whimpered, trying to chase him with my mouth, but his other hand gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place.
“Patience,” he warned, his voice rough with desire. “You’ll get what I give you when I decide to give it.”
I stilled immediately, forcing myself to be good. To show him I could follow his commands. The rope around my chest seemed to tighten with each breath, a constant reminder of my submission to him.
“That’s better,” Connor praised, his grip on my hair relaxing slightly. “Now, open wide for me.”
I obeyed, my jaw dropping open as he guided his cock between my lips. The familiar taste of him flooded my senses, salt and musk and sweet. I moaned around him as he pushed deeper, filling my mouth inch by delicious inch.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I raised my eyes to meet his, maintaining eye contact as he began to move his hips in shallow thrusts. The intensity of his gaze made me feel exposed in a way the ropes never could. It was like he could see into my soul, could read every secret desire I’d ever had.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my stretched lips. “Taking my cock so well while all tied up. My perfect boy.”
Pride swelled in my chest at his words. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to please him, to be worthy of his praise. Without the use of my hands, I had to rely solely on my mouth, working him with my tongue and lips as best I could.
Connor’s breathing grew heavier, his grip in my hair tightening as he began to thrust more deeply. I relaxed my throat, taking him as far as I could, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes when he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his control slipping. “That mouth feels so good, Ryder.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air, my lips swollen and wet. Before I could protest the loss, he was hauling me to my feet, his strong hands careful of my bound arms.
“You ready to be fucked?” he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded. “Y-Yeah,” I replied, barely able to speak. “I… I prepared.”
“Good boy,” he growled, lifting me off my feet and dropping me onto the bed on my back. “Because it’s been seven years since I felt a tight ass wrapped around my cock and I can’t wait any longer.”
I gasped as my back hit the mattress, the ropes digging into my skin with delicious pressure. My bound arms were trapped beneath me, forcing my chest to arch upward. Connor stood over me, his eyes dark with hunger as he quickly shed his clothes, revealing his muscular body inch by tantalizing inch. The sight of him—all lean muscle and tanned skin marked with scars that told stories I yearned to hear—made my cock throb against the steel ring.
“Look at you,” he growled, climbing onto the bed between my spread legs. “All tied up and no way to escape.”
I squirmed beneath him, testing my bonds. The ropes held firm, making me feel completely vulnerable and impossibly turned on. “Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
Connor reached into his discarded jeans and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Making a show of it, he unsnapped the cap, squirted some onto his fingers, and began to warm it between them. Then, reaching down, he pressed one thick finger against my entrance, circling slowly before pushing inside. Despite my preparation, the intrusion made me gasp. It had been over two months since I’d been with anyone, and never with someone who took such care with me.
“Relax for me,” Connor murmured, adding a second finger. “I’ll take care of you.”
I forced myself to breathe deeply, my body yielding to his touch. The slight burn gave way to pleasure as he curved his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking upward.
“There it is,” he said with a satisfied smile. “God, you really were looking for this, weren’t you?”
He worked me open with methodical patience, adding a third finger when I was ready. All the while, his other hand traced patterns across my chest, following the lines of rope, occasionally pinching my nipples or stroking my straining cock. I was a writhing mess beneath him, desperate for more.
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need you inside me. I want you cock so bad…”
