“I’m not that worried. Aren’t wolves notoriously known for being very simple-minded? Throw a dog a bone kind of thing.” I’m digging a fucking hole and that’s not even a true fact. I just can’t resist—it’s so fun and the turnout is normally very, very interesting.
“Really?” His eyes are darker, voice lower, smile now a vicious sneer rather than anything pleasant. I give my best shrug given how he’s holding me.
“Yeah. High risk, high reward.” I grin at him and he tilts his head—observing me like I’m his prey. My smile slowly fades as he watches me. He’s so enthralled by whatever he’s seeing—whatever he’s imagining doing to me. And it must befilthywith that predatory stare and the intensity in which he’s looking.
“Okay. Time to start. I won’t bother responding to your half-witted comments.”
“Half-witted?!” I move to kick at him, but he dodges it and narrows his eyes. I stop moving.
“I’m going to set you down on the bed now and if you run—remember you have nowhereto go and the more time I spend chasing you—the less time I spend touching you.” He walks me to the bed and allows me to sit—letting go of me and turning around. I stay sat. He pulls out a little bag from his bedside drawer; one I’ve never noticed before.
“What’s that?”
“Keep your mouth shut.” A strike of hot pleasure shoots down my spine and I sit up straighter—definitely keeping my mouth shut. Aaron grabs lube along with the bag and returns to me. “Take it all off.”
When I’m sitting there in front of him fully naked, he bends down, palms on either side of me where I sit, and licks over the seam of my lips just once. He pulls back to look me in the eyes and holds that stare even as his fingers brush my dick—bringing it to its fully erect state. Once he runs a finger up and down—leaving me panting—he pulls back. Aaron opens the little bag he sat next to me and pulls out a purple rubber circle. I stare at it as he rubs lube all over it. If it’s what I think it is—tonight will be long and intense for me.
Aaron reaches out to me and rubs lube on my dick as well—causing me to groan as he strokes me.
“Does that feel good?” He asks me and I nod, leaning back on my palms. He slides the ring over my head, and I immediately pop back up—gripping his arm and moaning as it squeezes—being pushed all the way to the base.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God. What… what is…” I’m staring down at my angry, swollen dick. I canfeelit pulsing. The ring is squeezing me.
“Hm? I thought you said it felt good?” Aaron strokes my dick again and I gag on my own spit.
“Ah—ah. Haaa…” Aaron removes his hand. Then—he kneels down and glares right up at me.
“Does it make you horny, Benjamin? Seeing me like this? On my knees for you—angry and obedient?” I nod, because it does. “Does it make you feel worshiped?” Again—I nod. “That’s what I fucking thought. If Ievercatch you on your knees in front of anotherman again—I’ll kill him. And if it happens to be my brother, I’ll drag your ass back here by your hair and edge you for 24 hours straight instead.” My eyes are so wide, I’m breathing so hard. I can feel my dick pulsing more and more—it’s its own life form. “Do you understand me?” I nod once more. He narrows his eyes at me.
“Yes.” I rush out. Slowly, Aaron leans down and drags his tongue over the tip of my pulsing dick. “Fuck! Wait—wait! I thought you needed to set boundaries? They’re set! Take it off.” He sucks my head into his mouth. “Goddddddddd.” I moan—pushing as hard on his head as I can manage—trying to get him away. It feels so much more intense and even if I could come under the intensity—the ring is preventing me from finishing at a normal pace. It’s dragging this out.
Aaron reaches into the bag and pops off my head. I sigh in relief only to panic again at the handcuffs in his hands.
“Benjamin—this time around you won’t be able to tap me. Pick a word.” I can’t really think straight so this is a horrible time to demand that of me. I rack my brain—trying to find anything to say.
“Pretty.” I giggle eventually—grinning up at him—clever and cute. He stares down at me for a moment before grabbing my arms and pulling them in front of my chest—cuffing my hands in front of me.
“You think you’re being funny?” I nod—because I do. “Put your wrists behind your head.” My eyes widen and slowly I move my cuffed wrists—bringing them over my head and resting them on the back of my neck. “If you move them, you won’t be happy with the outcome. Understand?”
“Yes.” It’s breathy and scared—just how he likes it. Then, he swallows me down, the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat as he stares up at me—gagging. I think I might be screaming. “Aaron, how long? Oh fuck, oh fuck—how long? This is torture.” I whine.
He pushes me back on the bed—pouring lube on his fingers. He startsrubbing my hole.
“A long time, Button. You’ve been a brat all fucking night. You’ve pissed me off, letting someone else look down at those glaring eyes. You look so filthy like that—did you know?” He sinks a finger into me—inch by inch. I’m whining, pulling a bit at the cuffs. “Even when you’re glaring you look like straight-up sex. Anyone would drop their pants for you. And right in front of me—you fell right to your knees and gave him those filthy bedroom eyes.” I groan as he starts to pump his finger in and out of me.
“But Aaron—” He’s up and over me—hooking a finger into my mouth and prying it open. He spits onto my tongue, glaring straight at me. I shudder—my dick pulses fast.
“Swallow.” I do, and he wrenches my mouth open again, kissing me deeply, pulling away, and spitting into it again. “Swallow.” I moan this time—then I swallow his spit and stare up at him. His finger is moving faster and faster, so I’m whining and panting as he watches from above me.
“Aaron—” He spits in my mouth again. I hold it on my tongue—I wait. He licks my neck, my cheek, my ear. He pulls up to glare right at me once more.
“Swallow.” I gasp—having been holding my breath to make sure I didn’t swallow the spit early. I feel a second finger enter me and my eyes roll back—my back arching off the bed.
“Please.”
“Hm? What do you want, kitten?” He asks, staring down at me so intensely. I have zero clue what he’s going to do next.
“I want to come. I want to come with you in me.” He shakes his head—clicks his tongue at me.
