"What is that?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"It's a tie from a bathrobe. I don't have cuffs here, so this will have to do."
"You have handcuffs at home?"
He could hear the smirk in the other man's voice when he answered, "Yeah."
He didn't know why he was surprised.
When Cade finished tying his other wrist and then securing both hands to the headboard, Tristan's arms were nearly immobilized, and he realized with a full-body shiver that being restrained was totally doing it for him. The blindfold and the bindingleft him completely at Cade's mercy, and he was already so aroused and needy it was pathetic.
"Is that okay? What's your color?"
"Green. So green."
A throaty chuckle reached his ears before the words, "Good. Remember, you can use your safe word or say red or yellow at any time. Because your hands are bound and you can't tap out, I won't do anything that stops you from talking. Got it?"
"Yes," Tristan agreed quickly, eager to get on with the good stuff. He waited for a touch, a sensation, but when none came, he squirmed a bit, listening intently for movement or any indication of what was coming. Cade was making him wait, toying with him, teasing him, and the delay was both annoying and exciting.
Finally, Cade's body covered him, and the heat of his skin and the weight pressing him down felt heavenly. He felt nips at his neck and ear, then bites and harsh sucking on already sore spots on his shoulders and chest.
The loss of sight heightened Tristan's other senses, and he was acutely aware of the soft sound of scruff scratching against his skin and the rustle of bodies against the sheets. The smell of shampoo mixed with Cade's natural scent made him want to lick him all over, and he itched to glide his hands across that broad back, to rake his fingers through dark, silky hair.
Cade shifted down to his stomach, biting and sucking at his hipbones, then lower between his legs, and Tristan trembled when he licked over his balls and then finally up his shaft before swallowing his cock down deep.
Tristan groaned as wet heat surrounded him, working over his dick, up and down and around in a dizzying pattern, but just when he dangled on the edge, Cade slid his mouth off, causing him to whimper with frustration.
"Turn over. On your knees," came the rough command, and Tristan stifled his disappointment as he scrambled into position, needing Cade's help to arrange himself ass-up with his head on a pillow.
When he felt a finger skim down the length of his spine, he shivered, and his dick kicked with interest. He felt a hand grip one ass cheek and pull it aside, and then a finger traveled lower to brush over his hole.
Cade continued to tease, circle, and pass over his entrance in a dizzying denial, and Tristan felt mad with desperation, teetering on the verge of screaming or sobbing if this onslaught continued. He rocked his hips, seeking more friction, but a harsh grip stopped his movements.
"Stay still."
He whimpered and fought to stop the instinctual rolling of his hips, while his body buzzed like a live wire, tightly coiled and ready to ignite. Muscles straining to hold still, he stifled his sob and felt his hole twitch reflexively with every subtle graze, taunting and torturing and tormenting him.
"Please... "
"I love hearing you beg," came the husky reply, as the finger continued to tease with persistent cruelty.
"Cade," he pleaded again in a whisper.
After what seemed like hours, he finally felt the wet, silky slide of his partner's tongue on the sensitive skin, and he let out a lewd moan. The suction of Cade's lips and the grazing of his teeth over his entrance sent him into a frenzy.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he chanted. The sensations unraveled him, drove reason from his brain, drowned him in the obscenity of it all.
He loved every fucking second.
Cade's mouth continued its brutal, unflinching assault, and Tristan slipped into a bubble where no touch mattered except the pressure of that talented tongue, and no sounds existed beyond the salacious slurping and his own grunts of pleasure.
It was pornographic.
It was sublime.
When Cade pulled his mouth away, maybe two or ten minutes later, Tristan had no time to protest the loss before two fingers speared inside of him. He cried out softly at the initial sting, but then skillful fingers curled and rubbed circles on his prostate, rendering him incoherent once again.
Attacking his sweet spot with one capable hand, Cade pinned Tristan's hips to the bed with the other, and the friction from his cock trapped against the mattress only amplified the pleasure and rocketed him toward release.
