I shivered as he pulled off, suddenly so tired.
Was he going to let me down now?
I waited. He breathed. Harder. Faster. My chest tightened again, adrenaline pumping through my tired limbs. Was he—
He moaned. Then something wet and warm hit my thigh.
His cum.Fuck.
He’d marked me with his cum.Clink.
“You want to taste me?” he asked, voice hoarse and airy.
“Yes.” I found my own immediately, because I wanted nothing more in this moment than to taste the evidence that he’d enjoyed himself too. His pleasure. Because of me. There was no better reward.
Fingers trailed through the wetness on my leg, collecting it, then three pushed into my mouth with no further warning. I moaned, sucking eagerly. Tasting him. My new favorite flavor.
“Good boy,” he breathed.
Bliss.
“I’m going to get you down now. Don’t move until I tell you.”
He eased the plug out first. I whimpered until it popped free.
“Shhh. I know, pup.”
Then he released my ankles. My hands took a little longer. I heard him shuffling something around before his fingers were working at my wrists, unhooking the chain. He held it as he brought my hands down in front of me, then removed the cuffs.
My legs were unsteady now that I had to hold myself up.
“Kneel.”
I knelt.
“Stay.”
I stayed.
“Open for water.”
I hesitated. Not wanting to wash the taste of him from my mouth just yet.
“Open.” His voice was a little firmer.
I fought with myself. Not wanting to be disobedient, but also not wanting to give in. I lost either way.
“Open,” he demanded.
I opened reluctantly, and he pressed the bottle to my lips, slowly tipping it into my mouth. I mourned the loss of him from my tongue, even as the much-needed water soothed my throat.
“I’ll let that one slide because of how good you were earlier. But don’t disobey me again. Understood?”
I nodded, my chest tight with the fear of his disapproval.
There was movement beside me, then his fingers through my hair sending sparks of pleasure rippling over me like a soothing balm.Relief.
He gently tilted my head until it rested against his thigh.
