Rhys’s lips twitch. “Well, sinceI’mthe one who’s tying you up, I’m pretty sure we’re both dominating you.”
Alex just chuckles and shakes his head, but he looks a lot more at ease. Even I feel more relaxed knowing that we have Rhys here to help and our safe words in place.
“Alright. Let’s get this scene started.” Rhys turns to Alex. “Strip and get on the bed.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Alex teases as he strides over to the bed and begins stripping with no ounce of shame.
“God, I don’t needtwobrats,” Rhys groans before turning to me. “How do you want him tied? I assume you want him on his back, or else you won’t get to fuck him. We can spread-eagle him on the bed, tie only his hands or hands and feet. Or we can cuff his hands together and tie them to the bed. Or even have them strapped to his thighs. Your choice.”
My head spins at all the possibilities. I didn’t realise there were so many ways to tie a man up. But also with how at ease Rhys seems to be with this makes me wonder if he’s done this before. Something to ask afterwards because Alex is already naked and sitting on the bed.
And damn, does he look good.
Hard and thick with muscle. Massive thighs, a stomach ridged with abs, and biceps that bulge every time he strokes his impressive cock. The look of pure desire in his baby blue eyes has a shiver dancing down my spine.
I lick my lips. Yeah, I know exactly what I want. “Cuff his hands together and tie them to the bed. Do the same to his feet.”
“Your wish is my command,” Rhys says, wasting no time in digging into his bag and producing some black rope. “Lie back. Hands above your head and legs straight,” he tells the other man as he strides over to the bed.
Alex does as he’s told, his eyes not moving from mine as Rhys ties his hands first before moving on to his feet. Once he’s finished with the knots, he tests the rope.
“Not too tight?”
Alex shakes his head. “They feel fine. Green.”
“Good.” Rhys retreats to the corner of the room and turns back to me. “Alright, princess. This is your scene. Time to step up.”
Shit. Right, I’m supposed to be leading this. Except I have no idea what I’m doing. I have a vague idea of what I want to do, but no real concrete plan.
Time to fake it ‘til I make it.
I slowly cross the room to the bed and strip, my heart pounding against my chest and my stomach swirling with a mixture of heat and nerves. My shirt hits the floor first, followed by my bra and then my leggings. Finally, I slip my underwear off just before I reach the side of the bed. Alex watches me with hooded eyes, his erect cock twitching and leaking pre-cum with each new inch of flesh I reveal.
“Bloody stunning,” he says, his voice a low, husky growl that has my insides flipping.
I trail a finger over his ankle and up his leg, feeling the muscles in his calf and thigh jump at my touch. I skim around his groin, careful to avoid his erection but unable to resist brushing the back of my hand against his balls. He grunts, his body jolting at the slight touch, and more pre-cum drips from that impressive cock of his.
I lick my lips at the sight, remembering how good he felt against my tongue. Without thinking, I lean forward and draw my tongue from the base of his dick to the head, letting his salty taste linger on my tongue.
He curses and yanks on the ropes, but they don’t budge. Which only seems to turn him on because he groans and curses again.
It’s a heady feeling, seeing this big, strong man struggle against his restraints and unable to do anything but take what I gave him. Heady power rushes through me, causing languid heat to roll through me before settling in my core. I think I might have an idea of why Rhys enjoys this so much.
And I’ve only just started.
I move away from his enticing erection and continue upwards, tracing my fingertips against his skin, feeling the hard muscle twitch beneath my touch. He’s practically panting by the time I reach his shoulders, his pupils are so dilated that it makes his eyes look blackwith need. I’m no better, my heart slamming against my chest and my skin feeling tight and hot.
Leaning down, I capture his lips with mine. He groans into my mouth, and for the first time, allows me to control the kiss. Something I take full advantage of when I deepen the kiss, twining my tongue with his and nipping his bottom lip. That doesn’t stop him from straining towards me, or from kissing me with a desperation that leaves me breathless.
“So needy,” I tease, pulling away from him.
“For you? Always.” He surges upwards, trying to kiss me again, but I pull away with a smirk. “Tease,” he groans as he flops back onto the bed.
“I learn from the best.” My eyes flick over to where Rhys is sitting on the far side of the room, his lips twitching with mirth. Reassured that he’s still there and looking out for us, I turn back to Alex.
I climb onto the bed and swing my leg over until I’m straddling his stomach, his cock poking my ass. My bare pussy presses against him, arousal smearing on his skin.
“Shit, Ollie,” he grunts, his voice strained. “You’re bloody soaked.”
