A ball is pressed into my hand.
“Drop the ball to stop.”
“Got it.”
“Show me.”
I dutifully drop the ball.
“Do you know how to sign yes and no in case I need to ask you questions?”
I demonstrate that I know the signs.
“Good.”
My hands are pulled above my head, one wrist cuffed, then the other. I yank my hands and discover I can’t pull them down. I’m cuffed to the bottom slat of my headboard.
More rummaging in my side table.
“Oooh.”
Before I can ask what he found, my thighs are pressed to my chest, compressing my lungs as a leather-covered bar is slipped behind my knees. More metallic clinking. My knees are spread and pulled back tight against my chest.
Air caresses my asshole.
“I’ve handcuffed the bar to the headboard as well.”
A light, barely there circle of the exposed furl of skin.
Seconds later…fuck.
The cooling gel.
“That gel is flavored,” I say, forgetting the purpose of the cooling element.
His hot tongue against my hole.
Double fuck.
The cooling gel prickles with the heat of his tongue.
“Any last words before I gag you?”
“Marry me.”
He chuckles, gently sliding the silicone bar gag between my teeth, forcing my mouth open as he fastens it behind my neck.
“Show me you can still drop the ball.”
I do as he asks, and he returns the ball to my fist.
“You’re beautiful, bound like this.”
Hot mouth on my cock.
Beard brushing my pubic hair.
Light tickling across the bottom of my foot.
