“Look at me, Cal. I want you to remember this. I want you to know exactly what you’re missing—what you’ll get when you beg for it.”
He shuddered, but still didn’t break, eyes locked on mine, fire and challenge and longing all burning in those gorgeous depths.
I closed the distance in two slow steps, oil-slick skin still gleaming, heat rolling off me in waves. I didn’t rush. Rushing would cheapen it. I wanted him to feel every second of what was coming.
“Open your mouth,” I said quietly.
Cal’s jaw tightened for half a heartbeat then he did it. Lips parting. Tongue visible. Eyes never leaving mine. Defiant even in obedience, daring me to take it further.
I leaned in and spat.
Not messy. Not cruel. Controlled. Deliberate.
The sound was soft, obscene in the quiet room. My spit landed on his tongue, warm against the heat already pooling in his mouth. His throat worked automatically, swallowing, breath hitching despite himself.
“Good,” I murmured, thumb brushing his lower lip, smearing what remained. “You take that beautifully.”
I kissed him. I tasted myself on his tongue, felt the inhale he couldn’t suppress when I sealed my mouth over his and took my time. My hands cradled his jaw, fingers firm but careful.
I pulled back just far enough to break the kiss, then slid my hands into his hair again, gripping tight at the base of hisskull. Not jerking. Not forcing. Just enough pressure to make my intention unmistakable.
“Down,” I said, guiding rather than shoving.
Cal let his head be pushed forward, spine arching as much as the restraints allowed. I stepped closer, close enough that my thighs brushed his knees, close enough that my cock hovered right in front of his face.
I pressed myself against his mouth, smothering him with it. The heat. The scent. The weight.
His breath punched out of him, a low, broken sound, and his hands clenched hard in the cuffs as his instincts collided. His lips brushed the outline of me through the fabric, involuntary, hungry.
“Breathe,” I told him calmly, my voice steady even as my own control tightened. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
I rolled my hips just enough to grind against his mouth, slow and merciless. Not letting him take me in. Not yet. Just pressing. Smothering. Letting him feel exactly how much I was holding back.
Cal groaned, a raw, wrecked sound, head tilting instinctively as he tried to chase more contact. His neck strained, body bowing forward, every line of him screaming want.
“Still not begging,” I said softly, almost approving. “You’re strong. I like that.”
I dragged the heel of my palm down his cheek, thumb slipping briefly between his lips again, letting him suck without being asked. He did it eagerly, tongue flicking, eyes dark and unfocused now, all calculation slipping under the weight of sensation.
“You feel how close you are?” I asked. “How easy it would be for me to give you what you want?”
I pressed in again, harder this time, my cock filling his mouth completely but enough to steal his air, enough to makehim whimper around it. His chest heaved, breath coming fast through his nose, the sound wrecking me in ways I didn’t let show.
“That’s it,” I murmured, holding him there for a few long seconds before easing back just enough for him to breathe. “Let it burn. Let it build. You don’t get relief until you ask for it.”
I leaned down, mouth brushing his ear, my grip still firm in his hair.
“And I know you will,” I whispered. “It’s only a matter of how long you can stand wanting this more than your pride.”
I straightened, letting my hand linger just long enough to tangle in Cal’s hair, then released him—stepping back, deliberately slow, never breaking eye contact. I wanted him to feel the absence. I wanted him to know what he was missing.
He was flushed and beautiful, chest heaving, hands flexing restlessly against the cuffs. I could see the war raging behind his eyes.
I dragged my thumbs along the waistband of my briefs, feeling the heat of his stare locked to my hands, and then I peeled the underwear down, slow, letting the fabric catch and then fall away. My cock sprang free, glistening with oil and arousal. I heard the involuntary hitch of Cal’s breath; I saw the way his eyes widened, hungry and awed, and it hit me low and hot just how much power I had over him in this moment.
I let the briefs drop to the floor and kicked them aside, standing before him completely naked, utterly unashamed. The light caught every cut of muscle, every glisten of oil, the thick length of my cock framed by the powerful line of my thighs. I saw the way he drank me in, pupils blown, lips parted, tongue darting out unconsciously to wet them.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, voice soft but absolute.
