I don't hesitate to follow him to our bedroom, but the stairs up make my dick chafe on my jeans. "Nate," I moan, closing our bedroom door behind us. He still hasn't said anything as he puts his cup down.
My heart skips a beat when he kneels beside the bed and pulls out his box of toys. "Fuck yes," I breathe, already stripping my clothes off.
I'm literally panting like a bitch in heat as he lays out a few sets of black rope on our bed. A bottle of lube joins them. I can almost feel his slippery fingers teasing me just by watching him with a damn bottle of lube. That's how horny I am.
"I'm proud of you for being a gentleman, darling." His deep eyes flash to mine as he puts the rest of the toys back under the bed. "But why are you still standing there?"
My breath whooshes out of me as urgency drives my motions. Climbing onto the bed, I assume the position I know he likes. With my back to the headboard, I rest on my knees and keep my arms loose at my sides.
Over and over again my muscles clench and release. It's a test for me to stay still and allow Nate to guide our pleasure.
Sometimes Nate and I delve into BDSM when we both need stress relief. While it's pretty tame in comparison to what else is out there, it's so amazingly intense for us.
Almost reverently, Nate unravels his ropes and methodically ties them to the first bedpost. The onlytime he lays eyes on me is when he moves around the foot of the bed to get to the other side to tie another rope.
My cock throbs between my thighs, and when Nate bites his lip, it jerks. He smirks, knowing exactly what he does to me. I want his cock in my mouth, in my ass, or spurting on my face. Honestly, I don't fucking care. I just need him.
I can't tell if I'm freezing or burning up. The chills and sweat make me fidgety, but I know from experience that if I move, he’ll delay touching me.
"Ellis, how much would you like?" Consent and communication are key when we do this. There have been a few times when tying me to the bed was too much.
Sometimes I struggle with feeling like I'm too big for my body. That's where the rambling and crappy filter come from. When I'm like this, sometimes I really, truly need to move. In those moments, being tied me up sent me into a panic because it felt like I was about to burst out of my skin.
As much as Nate knows me inside and out, I'm still the only one who can feel my limits.
I'm worried I'm too riled up to handle it right now. Violet's arms are branded around my neck, and I can still feel the way her ass swirled against my cock on the dance floor. "I'll hold on to the ropes, Sir. But I need all of you."
Nate nods, and that's my cue to grab both ropes. Shifting onto my ass, I wiggle down so I'm lying there like a meal waiting for Nate to devour me.
"You're very warm," he comments, dragging a hand across my stomach. He moves back toward the glass of ice, making my abs and thighs bunch with anticipation. Silently I curse the freezing cubes because I know what he's going to do next. "Cool off while I get ready."
A hiss escapes between my teeth as he places one between my pecs and another in the grove of my abs beneath my belly button. My dick grows, betraying my dislike for this new form of kinkiness.
As much as I want to watch Nate reveal his large, muscular body, I can't. The cold has me squeezing my eyes shut and breathing through my teeth.This is fucking freez?—
"AH!"
My eyes fly open and connect with Nate's between my legs. The heat of his mouth is a total contrast to the ice cube he swirls around the head of my cock with his tongue.
"Nate. Shit, that's good." I feel the moisture of the melting cube drip down my balls. It's thicker than water thanks to his spit and my precum that is most definitely coating his tongue. "I'm gonna come!" I wheeze, yanking on the ropes.
My warning makes Nate sit up. "No," he growls, slapping his hands down on the insides of my thighs. The sting makes me gasp and lurch toward him. "I want to feel you clenching around me when you come."
I knew that. I knew he wouldn't let me come so soon, but the pout that I feel rising as the pressure lingers in my balls is hard to contend with. The need to come is insistent and consuming.
"Now, please. Sir," I add, hoping to appeal to his dominant side.Fuck, I'm going to come as soon as he enters me."Just fuck me!"
I don't think I can handle his fingers right now, and thankfully he seems to understand. Watching him lube up his cock, I recall the curve of Violet's neck as she flung her head back with laughter tonight. I can still feel the way her thighs flexed when I ran a finger closer to her pussy.
"Keep thinking about her while I fill you up," Nate encourages. I lift my thighs to give him access to me, and when he nudges my entrance, I suck in a breath of pleasure. "What did she do to get you so hot and bothered?"
The reminder of why he put ice on my heated flesh makes me shiver as I focus on the water dripping down my chest and waist. It's an added sensation that helps me adjust to Nate's thick cock as he enters me.
"There you go," he groans, seating himself. With his weight pressing against me and his long blond hair hanging between us, I completely give in to whatever he wants to do now.
All I know is his dick is finally inside of me and I'm being given what I've craved all night long. "Nate," I moan, trying my damndest to keep hold of the rope. I want to grab him and force him to fuck me hard, but the rope is there to contain me.
"Did she rub her thighs together at the sound of your voice?" he asks thickly as he drives in and out of me. It's a tight fit, but he always keeps me well prepared to allow him to take me whenever he wants.
