“Stretch your arms out.” Straps crisscrossed the armrests. I would be trapped. I’d done stupider shit with people I knew less. It struck me all of a sudden how much I wanted to do this, how much I wanted him to tell me I was doing everything just the way he enjoyed. I wanted him to whisper in my ear that I was doing a good job and have him spank me as a reward, and not because I’d fucked up. I wanted teases, not corrections, and… I wasn’t about to fucking get the right things from a one-night Dom. I never would. Shaking, I did what he said because why not? I could let him get his taste of the nasty, dirty world he thought I lived in, and then when he was done, he would go, and I’d move on.
Just like I always did.
I rested my arms where they should be so he could tighten the restraints and clenched my hands into fists to keep them steady.
“What is going on in that mind of yours?”
I shook my head, and he leaned up, squeezing my thighs tight together in the process as he found a spot for his knees on the chair. I sucked in a deep breath because that had my hard dick pressing almost uncomfortably against the seat. The pressure was a tenuous tease. He secured my right arm and then the left one. I struggled instinctively against the straps when he was done, seeing if they would hold.
They did.
Sweat broke out on my body, and next thing I knew my shirt was stuck to my front and back. I strained again, harder this time, going onto my knees with my attempt. Sir knocked the air out of me again when he pressed his lower body against mine, forced me flat, and ground what felt like a massive hard-on against my ass. I gasped and stopped struggling.
“You act like everyone is out to get you,” Sir murmured in my ear.
Shrugging as much as I could, I let myself have a lazy hump against the chair and shivered at the thrill of pleasure that streaked through me. He hadn’t told me not to please myself, and all he did in answer was thrust against me again, so I rocked my body with his a few more times. He grunted and rested too much of his weight on me to allow me to keep going. I groaned.
“You—you were there last night,” I panted out. “You’re not being paranoid if theyareout to get you.”
Sir chuckled, but it sounded too light, too airy. “We’re here for the same reasons. For tonight, at least, can you count me on your side?”
Struggling against his weight, I worked my ass against him and gritted my teeth at the warm, enticing bulge. I wanted that in me right about now, and I was getting further and further from caring whether or not I should. “Yes.”
“Would you do that? What we saw out there?” His voice had taken on a different, dreamier edge, and I was suddenly tense again.
“What? Which….” I lost my train of thought.
Sir rubbed against me again. “Stick this arse out so I could paddle it in front of all those people?”
Fire coiled in my belly. “If you told me to? And it would… satisfy you? Please you? Probably.”
Sir kissed the back of my neck and then over along the side, so gently it messed with me. He sucked delicious open-mouthed kisses on my skin. How long had it been since someone treated me this way? He licked and swirled, and tingles exploded in my groin. My dick strained against my pants with a long-forgotten pleasure bursting alive in me. Then he bit hard. I gasped. He sucked on the painful spot, and I struggled against the restraints, grinding my crotch against the chair.
Sir made a small Eureka!-type sound, and then he was rolling his hips against me, pushing me rhythmically against the padded leather seat. I had no choice except to move with him, and the stimulation was so not what I wanted, not really, and it was driving me crazy. My fingers twitched and my toes curled in my boots. He bit me again, and I held my breath as a rush of adrenaline and delight swirled together low in my stomach. My nuts felt full, and I was horrified when an urgent throbbing electricity balanced on the head of my cock. I was close to coming.
“Sir,” I said, my breath hitching. “Sir, I’m—” But I couldn’t make myself finish the thought.
Sir’s breath was ragged when he turned and sucked at my earlobe. That nearly there prickle blazed through my gut again.
“If we’re doing this, just fucking do it,” I said harshly.
“Do what?” I hated the way Sir sounded like he was laughing. Laughing at me?
“Use me. Get it over with. That’s what I’m here for.”
“You serious?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Sir drove his hips against me harder, and the shift in pressure against my dick sent a rush to my head like I’d stood up too fast.
He shocked the hell out of me when he sealed a hand over my mouth harshly and shifted his weight up my body a little so I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. I whined and fought. He chuckled in my ear.
“Shut this,” he said, flexing his hand over my mouth. “And I mean fucking now.”
I nodded.
He rolled a little to the side and smacked my ass hard. The pain was a shock that had me sucking in air through my nose. He did it again.
