I grab his face with my hand and ask him, “Do you want me to fuck you here in the corridor or somewhere else?
“I have the place.” He smirks as he grabs my hand and pulls me into a vacant room, slamming the door behind me. The room is all dark and chrome, and there is a weird kind of furniture dotted around the room. “Do you want people to watch or would you like privacy?” he asks.
“Privacy.”
“Sound on or off?” I give him a confused look. “People can listen to us fuck, or we can mute the room.
“Mute.” In this moment, I just want to enjoy Micah.
“Do you like to bottom or top?” He smirks.
“Normally I bottom but …” I bite my bottom lip.
“You want to feel in control?” Micah asks.
“Actually, I want my control taken away because it feels like everything is out of control, and I just don’t want to think about anything. Make me forget. Please.”
“I can do that,” Micah says sternly. “The safe word is Paradise. Say it, and I will stop everything we are doing. Is there anything you are not into? I should really look up your profile,but I’m not on the clock so don’t have access to it to see your likes and dislikes.”
I shake my head. “I trust you know what I need. Make me forget that man out there.”
“Your wish is my command, Derrick.” He smirks. “Get undressed and sit in that chair.” He points to the black leather contraption that looks more like a dentist’s chair than anything else, but I do as I am told, quickly stripping. My mind flashes back to the images of Chance and that girl. Is he fucking her? Who is she? Is this the first time since we got together that he’s done anything like this? Or does he leave my bed and come here? When he’s working late at the studio, is he really here? “Derrick, stop. Do not think of him. Now get it the fucking chair like a good boy. I promise everything is going to be okay.”
That’s kind of hot the way Micah commanded me. Is that a new kink unlocked? Do I like dirty-talking doms? Now that I’m naked, I sit in the weird leather chair.
“Are you okay if I strap you in. I’m going to lock your ankles and wrists into it.” I swallow and nod. “I need words, Derrick.”
“Yes, sir.” The word comes naturally out of my mouth.
It makes Micah still, then smirk, and fuck he’s hot. “You’re catching on quickly.” He chuckles as he goes about strapping me into the chair. “Now, I’m going to tilt you and open your legs for me.”
Suddenly, the chair tips back, and I am facing the ceiling. My arms spread out wide and then my legs are pushed open and then slightly bent so my ass is facing him. This is such a vulnerable and awkward position I’m in, spread-eagled before Micah, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he goes about pulling things from a cupboard. He has condoms, lube, and sex toys.
“You look so fucking perfect.” He grins and places a kiss on my cheek as he passes by, looking for something else. I still when I see the contraption that he is wheeling over.
“What the …?” It’s this massive dick on a machine.
“Trust me, this is going to be fun. Every single sense is going to be on fire, and you are going to lose your mind.” He grins.
Guess I’m going to trust him on that as I watch him lube up the machine dick and then put a condom over it. He is like a surgeon getting ready for surgery, the way he is moving around the room. He opens another drawer and pulls out two little toys, he clicks them on and they vibrate. Where the hell are they going?
“These are vibrating nipple suckers, they are amazing,” he states as he latches one onto one of my nipples. I do feel like a cow being milked as the suction thingy starts sucking away at my nipple, but the awkwardness quickly passes as my body tingles from the vibrations. Oh, that feels weird. He then adds the second one, and fuck me, my body is on fire as it starts to tingle from the sensations.
“Good, aren’t they?” He chuckles as I groan. My dick is instantly hard. What is this voodoo? “It’s just the beginning, Derrick.” Micah moves about, grabbing whatever torture gadget he can find next. He then brings out this cylinder-shaped thing. “This thing is going to suck your dick like a champion, believe me, it’s as good as my mouth.” He walks over to where I am spread-eagled. I prepare myself for the contraption, but I’m surprised that it’s his mouth that is wrapping around my cock as he wets my cock. The sensation of his mouth on my cock while feeling like another set of lips is on my nipples is crazy, it’s like your own inbuilt orgy. “I needed a taste. Your dick is a work of art.” Micah chuckles as he then slides the cylinder over my aching cock, it feels like sliding on a super thick condom while someone is strangling your dick. It’s so tight and soft, fuck me it feels good. What is this toy? I need one for home. Then he turns it on, but to what feels like the weakest level. It’s like fluttering across my cock as it softly starts sucking on it. Oh my. This hasme nearly launching off the chair, it kind of tickles, but in a good way.
“I’m starting you off slow, keeping you on edge until it’s time.”
“Are you torturing me?” I groan as my body gets used to the many sensors.
“Only in the best possible way.” He chuckles darkly. It’s hard to keep my eyes open as I concentrate on what he’s doing to my body, but hearing the squelching sound of lube, my eyes open, and I see him lubing up his fingers. Next thing I know, he is standing between my legs, and I feel the first finger start to push against my hole. My eyes close and I lie back. I’m giving myself over to whatever this man wants to do to me because my mind is starting to space out. It feels so good, so fucking good. He then slides in a second finger and scissors himself inside of me, preparing me for the dick machine. My eyes are slammed shut, and I don’t think I could open them even if I wanted to, they feel heavy.
“You’re so tight, you feel so good. Fuck, I think I want to fuck your hole, not the machine.”
“Yes, please.” I groan, which makes him chuckle.
“I might finish off inside your tight little hole, but I’m going to need you to come first, but not yet, this is all about your pleasure. I’ll take mine once I’ve rung every last drop out of you.”
Fuck me. Yes. All the things. Do it.
