Chapter 37 #2
“Fucking hell…” I squirmed, every muscle in my body wound tight. The terrycloth burned vaguely against my wrists, taunting me with immobility when I wanted nothing more than to reach down and jerk myself off. “I would… If you told me to hold back, I would.”
“Such a good boy.” That fingertip continued downward, then trailed over my balls, and my spine arched off the bed. “Will you lie there and not come while I ride your dick like that when we’re home?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes, please, Sir.”
“Mmm, yes, you will.” He caressed my balls. “Something to look forward to.” I held my breath as he teased my balls, then moved up to lightly stroke my shaft. “Do you think you could keep from coming now?” He closed his fingers around my dick. “For as long as I make you?”
I wanted to come right then and there. Every touch, every word, every time the belt resisted when I pulled at it—I wanted to absolutely explode.
But more than anything in the world, I wanted to obey him. I wanted to please him. “Y-yes. Yes, Sir. I can—” I swallowed, squirming as much as I could without thrusting into his hand. “Please, Sir…”
“Ooh, I love when you beg.” Devon’s grip tightened ever so slightly, enough to create the most dizzying friction with every excruciatingly slow stroke. “Do you know what I’m going to do after I finally let you come?”
I shook my head. “N-no, Sir.”
“You’re going to stay just like that, and I’m going to come up and fuck your mouth.”
A full-body shiver drove a hoarse “oh, God” from my lips.
“You’re going to lie there just like that,” he went on, closing his hand just a little tighter, “until I come down your throat. Won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. God, yes…”
“Would you like that?” The question was two-pronged—my Dom teasing me, but also checking in. Genuinely asking if I would like it.
I could read between those lines—could I handle him fucking my face while my hands were bound, however loosely, and I was on my back?
Truthfully, had anyone else suggested it, including the man I’d been married to for so many years, the fear would’ve chased away everything else, including my hard-on.
With Devon, though, I was eager for it. Steel-hard in his hand, pre-cum slicking his strokes, far closer to coming than panicking because yes, yes, God, yes, I wanted his dick down my throat just like this. When I was completely at his mercy.
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t help writhing beneath his ministrations and the promise of more. “When… When we’re home…” I had to catch my damn breath, but I managed, and I looked at him as I asked, “Will you do this again, but tie me for real?”
Surprise registered on his face, and his hand faltered for half a stroke. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir. I…” I closed my eyes as I tried to stay in control.
Christ, just thinking about it had me on edge.
“Tie me down. So I can’t move. So I’m…” Fucking hell.
I was restless with the need for release.
“So I’m completely at your mercy.” I made myself meet his eyes. “And then fuck my face until you come.”
Devon’s lips parted. “Crisse, that’s hot…”
I nodded because I was out of words.
“And you would let me?” He stroked me harder now, pumping me right to the brink. “You would let me bind you, immobilize you, and then—”
“Yes!” The word burst out of me, and it was only by some miracle that my cum didn’t do the same. “Fuck, Devon… I need… Please…”
His wicked laugh made me moan with the worst frustration and the most incredible pleasure. “You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, Sir. God, please…”
The response was harder, faster strokes. I didn’t know what made me dizzier—my impending orgasm, or the sheer willpower it was taking to keep from letting go.
“Close your eyes,” Devon ordered.
I did.
“Now you’re going to count backwards from ten. Out loud.”
Oh, fuck. He thought I could still count? Never mind backwards? While he was jerking me off?
“Do it,” he ordered. “And when you get to one, I want you to come.”
I almost did right then and there. I was so keyed up, so ready to unload all over his hand, the words “I want you to come” were nearly all that registered.
But I nodded and managed to pant, “Yes, Sir.”
“Start counting.”
I took a second to find my breath. Then, “Ten. Nine.”
Devon’s other hand started teasing my balls.
“Eight. Seven.” Fuck. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. “Six.”
That hand moved to my dick, and he worked me with both hands, one focusing on the head while the other pumped the shaft.
“F-five.”
“Good boy,” he whispered. “Almost there. You’re almost there.”
“F-fuuuck. Four.” I was almost there, dammit, and he was killing me. “Three.”
“That’s it, Jack. So close.”
“T-two.”
I was shaking all over, straining against the terrycloth belt and arching off the bed as the whole room spun around me.
All I had to do was say that final number, and I could come.
And in the same instant, I took in a breath to grit it out, the hand on the head of my cock was gone, replaced by wet heat, and I cried out “One!” as I came in Devon’s mouth. My hips bucked and my back arched, and I shouted God only knew what as he kept me going until there wasn’t a drop left.
As I settled back on the bed, I stared down at him, watching in wonder as he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He grinned. “I have every intention of coming in your mouth. What’s good for the goose…” He trailed off into a shrug, grinning like the devil himself.
I laughed drunkenly. “Fucking hell, you’re amazing, Sir.”
He just chuckled. Then he leaned down to kiss me before getting off the bed.
And as I lay there, utterly wrung out and trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, he stripped out of his clothes.
The sight of his hard dick made my mouth water; I barely registered the habitual fear about still being tied.
If any other man were to straddle my chest the way he was doing now…
If any other man were to reiterate his order to keep my hands above my head…
But it wasn’t any other man. It was Devon. And here I was, lying back obediently and gratefully, watching him stroke himself just inches from my mouth.
Bracing his free hand on top of the headboard, he gazed down at me. “Is this all right? Fucking your mouth while you’re on your back and tied?”
I loved that he checked in. That he kept checking in.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Yes. Please, give me your dick.”
He grinned. “Ooh, I will. But you’re so beautiful like this.” He stroked himself closer to my face. “I could just jerk off and come all over you. Would you let me do that?”
“Anything,” I breathed, and I meant it. “Use me any way you want.”
Devon bit his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were still full of fire, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier. Some seriousness slipped into his expression. “Is—will your neck be comfortable?”
I considered it. Discomfort and even pain were par for the course when things got rough, but not all pain was fun pain. “Maybe if I sat up?”
He nodded and moved off me, kneeling on the bed beside me. “Move however is comfortable.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I paused, glancing up at my hands. “Can I…”
“You can lower them.”
I did, letting them rest on my stomach. Shifting wasn’t easy without the use of my hands, which only drove home that—terrycloth or not—I was still bound.
No fear this time. Not real fear, anyway. More like the fear I’d have on a roller coaster—a primal, lizard-brain fear while my rational mind knew without a doubt I was perfectly safe.
With some effort, I sat up against the headboard, hands still in my lap. “Is this all right, Sir?”
“That’s perfect,” he growled, and he tipped up my chin to kiss my mouth. The salt of my own cum on his lips was too sexy for words. Trust Devon to be able to blow me and still be the one in control.
He broke the kiss, grinned at me, and then straddled me again.
“Open your mouth.” The order was sharp and low, and I was honestly surprised my dick didn’t start getting hard all over again.
Even more when he pushed into my mouth. Quebecois curses tumbled off his lips as he slid back and forth between my lips.
Then he pushed his hand into my hair and gripped it so hard I gasped and nearly choked on him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he purred as he rocked in and out of my mouth. “All mine to tie and fuck and use.” He groaned from low in his throat. “Crisse, Jack…”
I groaned around him. My scalp burned and my eyes stung as his thrusts pushed my gag reflex. He wasn’t gentle, and I fucking loved it.
Somewhere in my mind, it registered that I couldn’t easily put a hand on his hip and push him back. I couldn’t hold the base of his cock and keep him from going too deep or too hard. I had nothing to protect myself except my complete and total trust in him, and that was—
Amazing.
Not terrifying. Not unnerving. Not panic-inducing.
It was incredible, and addictive, and I wanted more. The thought of him tying me down for real—when I couldn’t move my hands and couldn’t use them to stop him if I wanted to—sent me higher and higher.
Never in my life had I trusted so intensely that someone would stop at the slightest hint of resistance of panic.
I wanted to experience that trust at its fullest limit—when I was at the very edge of what I could handle without freaking out, putting my safety and pleasure alike completely in Devon’s hands, riding that trust as far as it could take us.
Please, please, Devon, please.
I moaned around him, and he swore through gritted teeth.
“I’m going to come, Jack,” he ground out. “And you’re going to swallow it all. Yes?”
I couldn’t speak, but when I looked up at him, blinking past the tears, I knew he saw it in my eyes: Yes. All of it. Give me all of it, Sir. Please.
And a heartbeat later, with a cry that vibrated down to my bones, Devon came, shooting cum across my tongue as I swallowed it eagerly.
He slumped against me, holding me to him, and for the first time, I really wanted that belt gone. Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to wrap my arms around Devon.
“Un-untie me?” I asked, my voice raspy.
Alarm flashed across his face. As he untied me, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I just…” As soon as my arms were free, I threw them around him and pulled him in close.
Immediately, Devon relaxed, exhaling as he sank into my embrace. “Fuuuck…”
“Uh-huh.” I kissed his cheek. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Calisse, Jack…” He sat up a little, still trembling and breathless. “Do you really want me to do this again when we’re home? But tie you completely?”
“Yes,” I said instantly. “Fuck my face. Fuck my ass. Anything you want. All while I’m totally bound.”
Devon bit his lip, his eyes a mix of fire and wonder. “I… yes. Absolutely.” He kissed me softly. “My God, I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” I ran shaky fingers through his hair. “I will wait, though. It’ll be worth it.”
“It will.” He studied me, and I thought for a moment he might ask how we could do this going forward. How public we could be. When and how and if we should come out.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in, and just before he claimed a long, perfect kiss, he whispered, “I love you, Jack.”
And that was everything I needed to know tonight.