“Tell me what you feel,” I said, smoothing my hand over his burning asscheek.
“Hot.Fuck. My cock is so hard right now.”
I laughed and leaned down to place a light kiss on his ass. “Do you feel sorry for not telling me?”
He shivered and cursed me, just loud enough for me to hear. A couple more lighter smacks had him gasping out, “Yes. I’m sorry.”
I wished more than anything I could see him right now, asscheeks red and his entire body flushed with need. I wanted to see the trembles that traveled through his body and the way he struggled against his bonds. The fantasy image alone had my cock leaking precum and my balls tight.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Color?”
“Green. Oh my fucking God. Green. Just fuck me.” His voice edged on desperate, and he wriggled impatiently. “Please.”
“How does it feel not to see?” I whispered as I reached for the condoms. I got one on my cock as fast as humanly possible. Next, the lube. I grasped the bottle, squeezed some into my palm, and then quickly covered my cock with it. I stroked my length, hissing at the sensitivity. I wanted to come so badly.
“Horrible. Amazing. Both?” He sounded so unsure, his tone strained with desire. “I hate not seeing, but I love the sensation offeeling.”
That was what I wanted for him. When this was all over and done with, he could go back to seeing the world through his eyes, but for now I wanted him to focus on every single thing I did to him. “I’m going to fuck you.”
I coated my fingers with more lube and carefully inserted two into his ass. He gasped and tried to rock back against me, but it was difficult to do with his legs and arms tied up. His groans turned muffled, and I grinned when I added a third finger. He didn’t need much loosening up, not after the fuck last night.
Lining myself up to his hole, I leaned down to kiss his spine as I slowly pushed inside. The bed was no competition for how loudly he moaned, and he must have realized because I felt him throw his head back. I grasped a clump of his hair and drove myself inside him until I was balls deep and my cock was throbbing in his hole.
“Holy fucking Christ.”
I laughed, yanking his head back a little more so I could kiss his mouth, which was an uncomfortable position with his arms and legs spread wide. “Color?”
“Green,” he whimpered out through the kisses I spread across his mouth. The trembles that went through his body were rough and the type of beautiful reactions I wanted to feel. “Just fuck me.”
I didn’t need to be told again. Grabbing hold of his calves to give me direction, I fucked into him hard. In and out, my cock pumping into his hole at a feverish pace. He was tight, hot inside and out, and I wanted to die like this. It’d been so long since I’d felt carefree and happy.
He rocked, trying to meet my thrusts, but it was impossible for him to move that way. Knowing he was trapped had my body on edge, my orgasm teetering close to the surface. All it took was a few begs and moans from him, and I knew I couldn’t keep myself contained even if I wanted to.
He yelled out, and so did I, stilling as the world tilted on its axis and I came, my jizz filling the condom to the brim. Erratic shivers shot through me, and I convulsed through my release until my balls were empty and I had nothing left to give. It took all my effort not to fall on top of him.
With the energy I had left—I was surprised there was any at all—I slowly unknotted the ropes at Darcy’s ankles and wrists. I turned him over, fully intending on sucking him off until he came. I reached for him and was met with a semi instead of a hard-on, the tip wet.
“Did you come?” I asked, and he let out a tired laugh.
“Yeah. Didn’t even need to touch myself. Not that I could.”
Pride slithered through me like a snake, coiling in my stomach. I’d done that. Darcy came without his dick being touched.
He yawned. “I’m tired.”
“Go shower,” I murmured, kissing him on his sweaty forehead. The scent of sex filled the room and my cock threatened to rise again, but I was too exhausted after a full day of activities. “I’ll get new blankets.”
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“I’ll take Levi with me. We figured out our issues.”
He sighed, and the mattress squeaked as he moved. I waited until I heard the shower before I rose to my feet, careful not to fall over anything as I grabbed my shorts again. Once I had my bottom half covered, I found a shirt from my bag and got my cane before I walked downstairs to the living room.
“Sir? Is everything all right?” Levi’s voice wavered, and I knew he’d heard everything—or at least enough. That guilt returned, replacing the pride. I really had to find someone else to do this.
“Yes. We need to go get new bedding. Oh, and Lemonade—”
“I took her out, Boss. Right before you got back from the lake.”
I smiled in thanks. “You’re a good worker, Levi.”
He cleared his throat. “Why can’t you call over?”
Smirking, I shrugged. “I want to pay a certain masseur a visit, too. He should be finishing work soon. We need to chat about boundaries, especially since he had his grubby hands on my boy today.”
Levi laughed. “I’m glad I can be there for that.”
