I handed control over to some kind of erotic supervillain.
“I think I’ll call it the asshole technique,” he muses. “Because, well, you have to be a certain kind of asshole to use it.”
Arousal clouds my judgment and opens my mouth. “Show me how much of an asshole you can be, Ian.”
He smirks up at me, parting his lips and darting his tongue out to lick them. “Be careful what you wish for.”
With that, he bends down, his finger still in my ass, and sucks me into his mouth. The sheer warmth pushes me back to the edge, and the slow drags of his soft tongue along the underside tips me so I’m leaning over it.
I don’t know how many times he denies me after that. It could be five. Or ten. Or a hundred. I lose count after three. My dick begs for release, my entire groin is blanketed in desperate static, and my jaw hangs open, halfway between delirium and pure, conscious arousal.
“Hey, hey, stay with me,” he says, shuffling up and cupping my chin. “Sheesh, your face is red as hell.”
Words are hard to come by, but I manage, “Need to come.”
He squeezes my cheeks, sending more heat surging through my body. “Nah.”
I let out a wail of protest.
“It sounds like you’re having too much fun,” Ian continues.
“You aren’t wrong.”
He tuts, running a gentle thumb under my dickhead that almost makes me shoot. “Tell me how much you like being helpless, Cal.”
I suck in a sharp, needy breath. “Holy shit, I’m in heaven right now.”
“Why’s that?”
“I like that I don't have control.”
“Almost there,” he teases.
Jesus.I hold back on giving myself up, but only for a second. Ian is Ian. He’s safe, and I trust him.
“I love the way you own me.”
He goes back down, his breath tickling the head of my cock, which makes my brain spiral with need. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Shutting my eyes, I thrust my head back into the mattress, letting out a weak moan. I’m bordering on overstimulated; I’m so pent-up, and there’s nowhere for any of it to go.
At least until Ian surprises me by enveloping my shaft with his molten fucking mouth, blanking my mind with sheer pleasure.
If he pulls back again, I'm gonna lose it. I’m saying moose if he does.
“Please,” I grit out.
“Hmm?” he hums, putting me in danger of shooting off.
“Please let me come,” I moan. “Please, I can't take any more.”
He hums again, the vibrations bringing me even closer to coming. Powerless, I erupt after two little swipes of tongue against my cockhead. All four of my limbs spasm, each trying to pull me in a different direction, but I still can’t move as the white-hot orgasm sears outward, down into my feet and coiling hard in my core. Every single swear word in my vocabulary flies through my brain and out of my mouth, my voice catching in my throat as I begin the slow, euphoric descent back to reality.
I love the way you own me.
I said that, and I meant every single word. Outside of sex, Ian never would, and I wouldn’t let him, but when we’re in bed? Yeah, I’m handing him everything. He can have all of me and then some more.
The tightness around my wrists loosens, and I blink my eyes open. Ian undoes the restraints around my ankles, and again, I’m lost in the view of his round ass.
