Chapter 13 #2
“Got it. Take off your clothes. Lie on the bed. Face up.” As he’s digging, he asks, “When did you last shower?”
“Right before you got here,” I say, undressing as fast as possible.
He takes off his shirt. “How thorough were you?”
I’m distracted by his pretty chest hair, round pecs, and thick brownish-pink nipples. He drops his jeans. He’s a boxers guy with a perfect round belly and thick muscular legs. I can’t decide if I want to put my head between his strong thighs or lick the fat swell of his calves.
His erection strains against the soft-looking cotton.
Is that even going to fit?
“Sy?” he asks, grabbing the blindfold from the side table. “Am I able to rim you? Fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He pulls the blindfold over my eyes.
Fucking relief.
Even the slight glow of the lamps was starting to irritate.
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.
I drop the ball.
A second later, the gag and blindfold are gone.
“Stop,” I croak as Oakley goes to undo the spreader bar. “Or…don’t stop. Just don’t tickle me.”
My gaze snags on his thick, ruddy cock, peeking out from the fly of his boxers. He’s uncut.
Me too.
Oakley stops trying to undo the bar. “Wait. You’re ticklish?”
“Shut up and put the gag back in.”
“At least we know you’re not afraid of the dark.”
I glare at him as he pulls the blindfold over my eyes.
Seconds later, the bar’s between my teeth and I’m being rimmed to within an inch of my life.
He’s got the fucking thickest, longest tongue and…ah fuck. It’s inside. It’s inside me. He’s tongue-fucking me, and I’m gonna…
Suddenly, there’s no tongue, no nothing. Oh, that son of a bitch.
I growl and moan.
He laughs as he spreads my cheeks wide.
Warm spit on my hole.
He’s pinching my nose closed.
Barely able to sip the air—he’s jacking my cock with his other hand.
Slick.
My balls tighten.
“Can you breathe?” he asks, releasing my nose.
I sign yes, and now there are two fingers inside me and a very large, very well-oiled hand is stroking my cock. This is going so much better than I thought it would.
I shift my hips as he tags my prostate. Between the compression of my lungs, the gag, and my impending orgasm, oxygen is in short supply.
It’s making me dizzy, and I like it.
“You are so fucking perfect.”
I probably look like a trussed turkey, but thanks.
Honestly, it’s a good thing I’m gagged. The things that might otherwise come out of my mouth…
I don’t know if I’ve ever been harder or more ready to come in my life, his hand twisting on the upstroke and relentless on the downstroke.
Fuck, this is gonna be the best—
Everything disappears. His fingers, his fist.
I whine at the back of my throat, and he laughs.
“Not. Yet.”
Fucker.
Hands slip between my thighs and chest. Fingers twist my nipples, pulling on them. Stretching them. Oiled hands stroke my belly, ribs, thighs.
Like my blood pressure, the orgasm rises.
And rises.
The second before it’s inevitable, he takes it all away.
Nothing.
I hump the air.
Still nothing.
My cock is being rough-stroked. Sharp tugs to the balls. A stray finger brushes my taint. I angle my hips, present my hole.
I silently beg. A finger. A cock. A fucking zucchini at this point.
He leaves me empty, the bastard.
His mouth replaces his hand, and there’s delicate suction on the head of my cock.
Too delicate.
I whine.
He laughs.
Nose pinched as he sips on my cock.
I’m more careful this time with the allocation of oxygen.
God, if he would just suck a little harder…
I tilt my hips, and his mouth disappears, my nose freed from his grasping fingertips.
I might actually die if he doesn’t let me come.
Oiled hands stroke my tight hamstrings, up and down.
Oil drizzles down my crack.
Thumbs press inside me, stretching in opposite directions. Hot spit on my hole.
Hot mouth on my cock.
Motherfuck— He’s just warming it. Holding it in his mouth.
I try to pump my hips, but large hands hold them in place. He nuzzles his heavy head against my hip, like he’s in for the night, just mouthing my rod with barely enough suction to keep it in his mouth.
Fingers—two—slide into my hole.
Suction.
Fucking hoovering my cock as a third finger is added.
Nothing.
I scream, though it sounds like a honk with the fucking gag, and he laughs.
I could kill you with my thumbs.
My hands are freed.
My legs released.
My mouth degagged.
My eyes unblindfolded.
“I swear, if this is it, I am gonna—”
“Are you going to do as I say?” he asks, his voice dark. Intense.
“Yes,” I answer automatically.
“Good.”
I shiver.
“Hold your knees to your chest.”
I immediately obey.
“Open your mouth. Don’t make a sound, just keep it open.”
Done.
“Close your eyes.”
Yes.
I’m still bound, only now it’s his words doing the binding.
I could get up and walk away.
Then again, maybe I can’t.
His cock against my hole.
Fucking hell, he’s a big boy.