Connor withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. He positioned himself between my legs, the thick blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His eyes locked with mine, searching.
“You sure about this?” he asked, a moment of tenderness breaking through his dominant façade.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “I want to be your good boy.”
Something shifted in his expression. There was a softening around the eyes, a slight curve of his lips that wasn’t quite a smile but something deeper. Then he pushed forward, breaching me in one slow, steady thrust until he was fully seated inside me.
The fullness was overwhelming, a bliss that was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. This wasn’t a quick fuck in a bar bathroom stall. This was care, surrender, and complete submission.
I felt Connor’s hands grip my hips, anchoring me as he began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my bound body, the ropes across my chest tightening with every breath I took.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his pace measured and controlled. “Goddamn…”
My eyes rolled back as he hit that spot deep inside me, making my cock leak against my stomach. Without the use of myarms, I was completely at his mercy, unable to touch myself or him. All I could do was take what he gave me, and God… what he was giving me was incredible.
“Connor,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Please... harder.”
He responded immediately, his hips snapping forward with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the small cabin. His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. I wanted those marks. Wanted physical proof that I’d been his, even after we had to go our separate ways again.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep and rough.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between us in that moment was electric, something raw and primal that transcended the physical act.
“You feel that?” he asked, grinding deeper. “Feel how perfectly you take my thick cock? How my dick is grinding against your prostate just right? It’s like you were made for this. Made for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the word barely audible as pleasure overwhelmed me. “Only for you.”
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me completely as his hips maintained their relentless rhythm. I was surrounded by him—his taste, his scent, his strength.
My bound arms dug painfully into the mattress beneath me, but the discomfort only heightened my arousal. The slight edge of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure created a cocktail of sensations that had me teetering on the edge.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling my balls tighten despite the restrictive ring. “Connor, I’m so close.”
He shifted his angle slightly, hitting my prostate with each powerful thrust. But his hands remained on my hips, my cockstraining against the ropes and the cock right without the slightest hint of a touch.
“Not yet,” he growled against my lips. “You don’t cum until I say so. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, fighting against the mounting pressure. The ring helped, making it harder to reach that final peak, but Connor’s skilled touch was pushing me dangerously close.
His pace increased, his control beginning to fray at the edges. I could feel him swelling inside me, knew he was getting close too. His hands on my hips tightened and I felt his balls slapping against my ass.
“You’ve been so good for me,” he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “And I think good boys deserve a reward.” He leaned down close once more, angling his cock just right. “Now cum for me.”
The words had barely left his lips when I was hit with the most intense orgasm of my life. Straining against the cock ring, I erupted in thick ropes across my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin as I arched off the bed. My vision blurred at the edges, and I couldn’t stop the cry that tore from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“That’s it,” Connor groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. “You’re fucking beautiful when you cum for me.”
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when I felt him drive his cock to the hilt with a growl. His thick cock pulsed inside me as he filled me with cum. The sound he made—half growl, half my name—was something I wanted to remember forever.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure as we both struggled to catch our breath. The rope harness dug into my skin beneath him, a delicious reminder of mysubmission. I turned my face to nuzzle against his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that clung to his skin.
“Holy fucking shit,” I finally managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.
Connor chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into mine. “Worth the wait?”
“God, yes,” I sighed, then shifted uncomfortably. “But my arms are starting to go numb.”
He immediately pushed himself up, concern replacing the sated look in his eyes. “Let me get you untied.”
