Eros brings my hands to his lips and kisses them. “It’s my turn to use you.”
My soft cock starts to harden again. “That was my hope.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he kisses one of my palms. “Now get on the bed,” his kiss turns into a suck before he bites down onto the sensitive skin. He only releases me when I gasp.
“Eros—"
He bites down again, before he looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “I have plans for you, my little pain slut,” he licks where he just bit. “Now get on the bed before I make you.”
Chapter Four
Naked,IwaitforEros. The expensive mattress and plush comforter beneath me are nicer than any bedding I’ve laid on, yet feel uncomfortable beneath my sensitive skin.
He left me minutes ago, but it seems like hours. And did I mention he blindfolded me?
The moment I was situated, a silk handkerchief magically appeared from his back pocket. He tied it around my eyes, then told me to wait. The click of a door makes me jump and my cock pulse, already hard with anticipation of whatever is about to come. I should have protested the blindfold, not because I don’t like it, but because I’m dying to see Eros naked. To touch and stroke his cock, to have him fuck my mouth and ass with it. To use me like I used him…
“Thinking about me?”
My body twitches, and I turn my head in the direction of his voice. He was so quiet in his movements, beyond the sound of the door, I didn’t hear him approach.
“Yes,” I reply.
He hums, the bed dipping under his weight. There’s a pause, the silence of the room, save for my heart in my ears, only grows the need I’m feeling in my body. I just came, yet I’m greedy for his touch. To come again by whatever way he sees fit.
A blunt nail trails over my ab muscles, tracing each one until he reaches the V-line.
“Your body,” he praises. “It’s like it was molded by the gods themselves. Stunning.”
He says it with such reverence, I have to clench my jaw to keep from getting emotional. It’s nice to be appreciated.
“Have you ever used a safeword before, Theo?”
I swallow hard as his nail traces lower over my groomed pubic hair, but he stops before reaching my cock.
“Y-yes,” I choke out.
“What is it?”
“Fig.”
“The fruit of sexuality and prosperity. Very apropos.”
I smile. “I love that you know that.”
He doesn't respond with words, only action. Trailing his finger upward again until he’s playing with my nipple. He plucks the sensitive skin until it’s in a bud. It’s not painful, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s working up to the pain as he increases pressure.
“I know we just met, but will you trust me?” he asks.
We had a brief conversation in the elevator on the way here. We made sure each of us were content with what was about to happen between us, and that we were both up to date on testing. That conversation alone made me trust him as much as anyone can trust someone they just met, and I appreciate that he’s asking me again now.
“You’ll stop if I say fig?”
I feel his breath on me before his mouth closes around my nipple and he sucks, only popping off to answer, “Of course, Theo. And I won’t bind your hands. You can remove the blindfold and leave if I go too far, or you’re uncomfortable.”
“I trust you, Eros.”
“Good.”
