Keo strips—jacket, sweater, shirt—all discarded with deliberate ease. His body is everything. Broad shoulders, carved chest, muscles shifting under skin inked with tattoos. Even the flex of his veins when he works his belt buckle makes my throat dry.
He leaves his pants open, hanging low and teasing. It instantly has my mouth watering.
“The way you eye-fuck me, sunshine,” he says, a dark amusementin his voice. “It’s a wonder I have any patience to just admire you.”
Praise kink: activated.
“Close your thighs,” he commands softly, “and put your cock where I can see it.Please.”
The moment I wrap my hand around myself, the ache spikes—every nerve screaming for friction, for release. I’m so turned on it’s unbearable, doesn’t matter I just came thirty or so minutes ago.
“Does my good boy want to suck my cock?”
I nod, and dare I say it’s a desperate, eager one.
He toes off his shoes, kicks them aside, and peels down his pants and boxers in one motion. But instead of stepping toward me, he turns, walking to the dresser. My eyes lock onto the sculpt of his back, the dimples in his ass, the strong flex of his thighs. I bite down hard on my lip, helplessly drooling over every inch of him.
He stops, collecting a few things from the top of the dresser. The black coil of rope is obvious. The other smaller items glint in his hand, and I’m staring so hard at them, I don’t even glance at his cock.
When he strides back, my head tilts up automatically. He pauses, staring at me with that heavy gaze before bending down. His voice is low and sultry. “The way you look at me has my dick so fucking hard. I hope I stare at you half as worshipfully as you do me.”
“You do…” My words come out shaky with want.
The moment he’s behind me, his hands are already pulling mine back, tying my wrists together with practiced precision. The rope bites just enough to remind me it’s there; snug but safe. It winds up toward my elbow but doesn’t go further than that. When he finishes, I hear the pop of a cap, then the wet sound of lube being squeezed out.
“Lean forward, sunshine.”
I obey, lowering down as he steadies me, my cheek pressing to the cushioned floor.
“Again—fuckme. It’s so hard not to just lather my cock and sink into your ass right now. I’m a desperate man.”
Cool slickness spreads over my hole, his fingers working it in. The sound that rips from my throat is strained. The first push in ofthe butt plug makes me shiver, and when the pinch comes, I think it’s all the way in. But oh am I wrong. A second stretch comes. Wider. Filling me deeper.
A moan spills past closed lips.
“O-Oh… Keo…”
The same thing happens again, thicker than before, stretching me wider until I’m gasping. One last push, deeper still, and I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.
He doesn’t tell me to move. Instead, his arm hooks around my collar, dragging me upright and flush against his chest. My stomach knots tight, a lust-drenched sound tearing free before I can stop it. The sensation of whatever toy is inside me has my thighs flexing and heat building up my face.
Cold liquid trails over my cock, and I shiver.
“I’m also a greedy, obsessed man for you.” His hand, warm and slick, closes around me, stroking agonizingly slow. “As if you could have ever imagined I’d share you with anyone. Man or woman. If they touched what’s mine, they’d better believe in a god, because they’d be meeting them.”
If I hadn’t come already tonight, that alone would’ve undone me. I fucking love his obsession.
I jerk forward with a sharp intake of air, not out of pain, but surprise. Another sensation—tight and unfamiliar—squeezes around the base of my cock. I glance down just as the pressure spreads, wrapping around my balls too. When his hand moves, I can see a silicone ring around me.
“You want to only be mine?”
“Y-Yes…” I pant.
His tongue flicks across my ear, teeth catching the lobe before dragging down my neck. “Good. There was never another option. Just wanted to hear you say it.”
“And… you’re only mine,” I pant, my body twitching with each slow twist of his wrist around my head.
“Damn right I am.”
