“Are you doing okay?”
We talked about safe words and decided what we want to do doesn’t require anything super complicated. Cade already babbles a lot during sex, I’m used to him sayingyesandnoandpleasein random, nonsensical orders, but anytime he genuinely wants to stop, he’s never had a problem saying something to me that’s clear enough to communicate. Juststopis enough for me, because it’s not one of his preferred babble-phrases.
But I like the structure of checking in. I never thought about it in this way before, but making a point to ask him if it’s all good several times really eases up on my tendency to catastrophize and spin out.
“Yes,” he says again, still breathy. “Please touch me.”
I hum, because I love to tease him when he’s compliant for me like this.
“Touch you where?” I whisper, leaning in so he can feel my breath on his cheek.
“Anywhere.”
I can practically taste the desperation rolling off him.
His pink, swollen cock is too inviting like this, all trussed up in silicone, and I can’t resist. I run my fingertip along the underside, from base to tip, with the slightest pressure I can possibly manage.
The air between us is so electric now that just that bare contact makes Cade groan and fluid pearl at the tip of his cock. He flexes for me again, and his entire body shivers.
“What a good boy,” I tell him, because I know it hits him somewhere deep inside. “So beautiful for me. So needy.”
“Yes,” he says, still leaning like he’s trying to find me.
“Bend over for me. Forehead on the floor.”
Cade hesitates, because his hands are bound behind his back. But I know he can do it.
I use the excuse of helping him to get my hands on him, pushing his thighs further apart to steady him, then placing my hand between his shoulderblades and gently guiding him forward.
“Slowly. Careful. Use your core, I know you can do this. Forehead resting on the floor for me.”
By the time he’s done, Cade has his forehead on the floor and his ass in the air, chest held between his knees.
I clearly haven’t been taking advantage of how flexible he is. How rude of me.
I can still see his cock bobbing as it points to the floor, but that’s not what’s getting attention right now. When I first got Cade all worked up and ready to go, I opened him up as well. There’s still a smear of lube running down his crack, shining at me. I apply some more and then pull out the vibrating plug that we’ve had for a while but don’t use nearly enough.
Cade takes it easily, letting me work it in and out of him a few times before it sits into place. He sighs again as his body settles around the intrusion, getting more comfortable in his awkward position. I don’t say anything for a minute and don’t touch him, waiting for him to relax as much as he can.
And then I turn on the vibrations.
A choked noise escapes him, because I turn it to maximum power without warning. He’s in a difficult position to move in, but he does arch his back and do a weird shimmy as he adjusts to the toy pulsing deep inside him.
“Silas,” he gasps, but doesn’t follow it up with anything.
“Mm?”
There’s sweat beading on his forehead, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and push his hair out of his eyes, even though they’re covered by the blindfold. It’s a movement I’ve done hundreds of times in the last year, and I hope I get to do it thousands more.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
Cade nods, his mouth hanging open, his lower lip swollen and shiny where he’s been chewing at it.
“Do you think you can come just like this?”
He hesitates, and then nods.
It’s what I want to hear, but he’s not coming anytime soon even if he can do it hands free.
