He slides the gun over my chest, taking all the buttons off with his free hand. Soon, I’m naked from neck to balls. His gun goes lower still, until I feel the cold metal on my intimate parts.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I say.
“You’ve said that before. And yet, here I am, breathing and all that.”
My next retort dies on my lips as his free hand touches my cock. He follows the paths of my black veins with his fingertips. I can’t help it. I arch into his touch.
I close my eyes to try to block the feel of his hand on me. I dread what will happen any moment now. How my body will react and what will become impossible to hide.
But Jude rubs the gun along my cock, and my eyes shoot open against the sweet depravity of it. And it gets worse. He’s watching me intently, and I can’t fucking breathe.
Clear liquid starts to bubble generously at the tip of my penis, before dripping along the shaft.
“What…?” Jude says. “What is that? You’re not coming, are you?”
“No,” I growl. There’s no hiding it. “When I’m turned on, I produce a lot of lubricant.”
It’s viscous and makes everything so wet. Too wet.
My focus is on Jude. If he says one fucking humiliating thing about it, I’m going to rip his throat with my teeth. I don’t care if he shoots me. I’ll fucking—
“Oh, fuck. That’s hot,” he says. “And so useful.”
I stare for a heartbeat, at a loss for words, then he slides his thumb into my lubricant, and I groan. He brings the gun back under my chin with his right hand and starts pumping my cock with the other.
Some part of me can’t believe this is happening. I’m being sexually abused by my captor, and I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
“Does that mean you can just do it whenever you feel like it?” he says. “Bend someone over and fuck them to oblivion without preparation? I’m so jealous.”
“Yes,” I say, breathless. “Although it still requires some preparation. I’m big…”
“That, you certainly are…”
His hand speeds up. He has a small hand for a man, but his grip is surprisingly strong. It feels…wonderful. In a matter of seconds, my cock and his fingers are covered in clear lubricant. The smoky smell of me overpowers everything else. The wet noises alone are enough to bring me over the edge.
“It’s not so bad, having me as your master, right?” he purrs in my ear.
“Fuck you…”
He laughs. “You wish.”
But his breathing hitches, and I know he’s turned on too. I can smell it on him.
He’s a fucking nightmare. So beautiful and yet dangerous to touch, like the jellyfish that haunt my dreams. I pull on my restraints to lick his throat. Jude lets out a moan of surprise as my tongue leaves a wet trail on his skin. He tastes so enticing. His hand tightens around my cock, and, without warning, I come all over his fingers and on my chest.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves. I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. I’m still reeling from it as Jude crawls on my lap, like he did the previous night.
“I need to come,” he informs me.
“Then you better come.” The words are out of my mouth before I can keep them in check.
Jude pulls his pants down, just enough to free his erection, and he starts to pump his dick. The gun, of course, stays under my chin. At this point, I don’t care anymore. I just want to see him come, too. For a brief moment in time, I forget who we are and how we’re supposed to act.
He buries the tip of his gun deeper into the tender skin under my chin. His eyes are on me, on my still-hard cock, and he looks close already. I want to touch him. I pull on the handcuffs, but the chain is thick; it’s not giving.
Jude comes seconds later, adding to the wet mess that is my chest and stomach. I keep my eyes on him as he goes through it. His eyes shine, and his cheeks have a red tint to them. A drop of sweat glides from his temple to his jaw. So damn beautiful.
Jude brings his free hand to my lips, and I don’t even try to resist as he gives me a taste of him and me. It tastes achingly sweet.
