“I want to restrain you. Is that something you’d be okay with?” he asked, leaning over my back to nip at my ear from behind. His hot breath tickled my neck, and I wriggled happily beneath him, humping my hard cock into the arm of the couch.
“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered, loving the way he growled in approval against my throat.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pulled back, and I heard a metallicclink.I glanced over my shoulder to find him holding a pair of black cuffs.
“What’s your safe word, Milo?” he asked, sounding bored as he popped the restraints open.
“Red, sir.”
“What color are you right now?”
“Green. So green.”
He smirked slightly, his eyes flashing.
“Hands behind your back, please.”
I rushed to do as he said, gasping at the erotic feel of the cold metal from the handcuffs tightening around my wrists and securing my arms behind me.
“How’s that, too tight?”
I shook my head as much as I could in my compromising position.
“No. S’good,” I assured him, testing them out slightly. They were tight enough that there was no chance of escape, but not so tight that they hurt.
“Good, that’s good.” He stepped back and away from me, and I peeked at him over my shoulder.
He was looking at me with so much tenderness and arousal in his gaze. He reached out and palmed my ass again, casually spreading me open to look at the plug nestled firmly between my cheeks.
“Fuck,you look so good like this. Pretty enough for a picture.”
My eyes widened as he slipped his phone out of his pocket and aimed it at my prone form.
Holy crap.
“You don’t mind, do you, baby?” he asked, glancing at me before taking the picture. “These are just for me. I would never want anyone else looking at this perfect fucking body.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I mumbled, my face turning beet red at the thought of him having pictures of me like this in his phone.
As soon as I consented, I heard the shutter click, and Jay let out a deep, masculine groan and another softfuck.
The shutter clicked again and again, and I wriggled with each shot, my face getting hotter and hotter the more pictures he took of me.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he rumbled, sliding his fingers up and down my lube-slick crack a few times before tugging slightly on the plug.
I moaned at the sudden intense pull on my rim, and he chuckled darkly.
“I’m going to get a nice video of this coming out so I can watch it later when I miss you,” he informed me, his grip on the plug tightening as he slowly pulled on it.
I whined and arched, straining against the cuffs as my hole began to part around the smooth bud of the plug.
Peeking back at him, I felt a hot pulse of arousal in my cock as he watched through the screen of his phone.
Knowing that he was recording this was so darn hot.
How was this my life right now?!
“Ready, baby? Itneeds to come out now. Take a breath and relax for me,” he instructed, and I did as I was told.
