He doesn’t move. Instead, he growls, low and rough, the sound sliding straight down my spine and making my pulse jump.
“I’m not going to cheat and peek, Lil’. Not a chance,” he says. “You know it’d ruin the surprise.”
I laugh softly, turning on my heel to face him. “I haven’t even started yet,” I murmur. “Your surprise is far more than justthis. As much as having you blindfolded, dressed in leather and very,veryexposed is a nice treat.”
Matt swallows hard. I see it in the flex of his jaw, hear it in the hitch of his breath. He’s fighting to stay composed, but I know him too well. Between the blindfold and the fact that his Points tattoo is on full display, there’s nowhere for him to hide.
He’s tense, on edge as he waits.
And knowing I did that to him—knowing how undone he already is—is delicious.
“You’re terrible,” he groans.
“Terrible?” I step closer, letting the tips of my fingers brush over his chest, skimming the line of his abs. “I preferenticing. Or irresistible, dangerous even. After all, you’re about to learn exactly how it feels to be at my mercy.”
He groans, and I can feel him shiver even through the leather and blindfold. “Lil’…”
“Yes?” I whisper, tilting my head, eyes glinting behind the cat mask. “Are you ready to play? Because I havesomany ideas.”
Matt doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, I hear him shift, flex, the faintest growl leaving his chest. “Always,” he breathes. “Always ready for you.”
I smirk, circling him like a predator. “Good. Because tonight, this isn’t about streaming. Tonight, it’s just us. Masks, leather… and a little bit of pain. You’re going to love it. And tomorrow, when you see the video? You’ll want to do it all over again, I promise.”
His hands reach out instinctively, searching for me, brushing along the curve of my hip. “Lil’, I—”
“You’ll learn,” I whisper, stepping so close he can feel my heat against him. “I’ll teach you everything… and you won’t be able to resist a thing.”
Stepping away, I turn on my camera, checking the lighting and angle before walking back over to my blindfolded boyfriend. He might tower over me, wield a gun seven days a week, and be the son of a Mafia enforcer, but tonight he’s atmymercy.
I press a soft kiss to his chest, smiling under my mask. “Let’s play, Matt. Just you and me.”
He exhales sharply, voice rough, low, full of need. “Lead the way.”
“First I have a little… present for you. Be a good boy and unzip for me.” I stroke his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it under my palm as he hurries to comply. Reaching for the little box on our bed, I slip free my new toy, holding it up to the camera with a conspiring look.
Reaching for his dick, I quickly slip the ring on before he gets hard. It fits snugly behind his balls and makes slipping the metal cage over his dick that much easier.
“Is that a cock cage?” he asks, shock coating his words as he reaches down to feel his trapped dick, letting out a whimper when he realises just what kind of night I have planned for us.
“It sure is. I need to trust you can be a good boy for me tonight. And how can I expect you to be good with this silly thing ruling you?” I taunt him, walking behind him, and reaching around to tweak his nipples. He lets out a curse, but doesn't stop me; if anything, he leans back into my hold.
“Now. The first thing I need from you is for you to kneel, think you can do that?” He dips his chin, folding to his knees like it’s second nature. As if lowering himself for me is as easy as breathing.
“Such a good boy. Doesn't he look so handsome on his knees?” I muse, walking around him and running my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly to get a reaction out of him. Standing in front of him, I tip his chin up, running my finger over his bottom lip.
“I think it’s about time we put this mouth to good use.” Threading my fingers through his hair, I guide his face closer to my core. With a groan, he wraps his hands around my hips before darting his tongue out to wet his lower lip.
“Please let me have a taste,” he begs, running his nose along my inner thigh, nudging my legs further apart with his shoulders to make room for himself. Using my hold on him, I pull him back, looking down at him, so utterly wrecked, and we haven’t even begun.
“Stick your tongue out,” I demand, and when he does, I wink at the camera before spitting on his tongue. “Now swallow.”
He does as he’s told, sticking his tongue out for more with a greedy little whimper.
“Now you can taste me.” The second the words pass my lips, he’s on me like a starving man. I let out a yelp as his mouth closes in on my clit, sucking hard with a hungry groan.
“Bite my clit,” I moan.
“What?” he rasps, trying to pull back.
