Chapter 17 Julian #2
And he continues with my other leg. I whine but he’s unwavering in his discipline, smirking like the little asshole he can be when he’s ready to torture me with pleasure. He kisses my inner thighs and my cock leaks at the tip, but he doesn’t help me.
“Not yet.”
When both my legs are tied, shin to thigh, and somehow the ropes there attach to the corset on my chest, he shifts me to my knees and turns me around.
“I’m going to tie your arms closer to your chest.”
I instinctively cross my arms over my chest, but he tuts.
I glance behind my shoulder to see his expression soften at my hunger to please him.
“Left hand on your left shoulder and right hand on your right shoulder,” he instructs. “In that position, I can bend you over easily but there won’t be any pressure on your shoulders.”
He kisses my temple and resumes tying me up. He has to plaster himself to my back to reach the front of my body. The position is intimate and I lean back into him, letting him tie and soothe me on my neck and jaw.
I angle for more, but he refuses to dive into my flesh, focused on his task until I’m ready for him. Meanwhile, I forget to demand, I forget to whine and beg. I just float, aware of every bite of the ropes on my skin, and the blood fighting to flow at places where they’re particularly tight.
His warmth disappears, forcing my eyes open. I didn’t realise I closed them. The buzz I feel is pleasant, almost like it is after the first glass of wine, when the body becomes pliant and soft.
“How do you feel, pup?” Igor asks as he observes his creation with shiny eyes that speak of worship and lust. When he’s done assessing what he did to my flesh, he pauses in front of me, muscles taut and ready to snap.
I’m not the only one affected.
“I feel like you’re taking such good care of me. I feel hot and soft, like after a bath or a glass of wine.”
“Good.”
“And I feel needy. My cock is begging for your lips, baby. I’m so hard, and it hurts.”
“Good.”
His voice is guttural and raw. Slowly, he peels back the layers of clothing obstructing my view of the man I’m obsessed with.
His body is a work of art. And the result of hours of hard work.
Hard muscles shift with his movements, shadows catching over the grooves of his pecs and abs, his arms flexing as he discards his tee-shirt, then drops his pants down.
My eyes drift, following his tantalising progress. And I can’t do a thing about it.
My fingers itch to skate over his chest and the dusting of coarse dark hair before descending to his strong legs and taking his thick cock in hand.
“Please,” I breathe.
Igor’s lips twitch as he removes his boxers and stands in his naked glory in front of me.
“Please what, malysh? What is it that you want?”
His taunting voice is smooth and slithers over me in a shiver.
My eyelids drop close, and I savour his light mood.
I love him so much when he’s like this. When the control over my body gives him a levity he rarely enjoys.
When even the slightest lift of his lips into a smile dazzles me until all I can see and sense is him.
“Please touch me. Take me out of my misery.”
He prowls to me, closing the short distance, seizing my jaw. His warm tongue glides up my neck, following my jugular up to where he’s holding me. My heart must be thumping against it for how fast it’s beating. Against my ears, Igor whispers, “Now why would I do that?”
The chuckle that follows is dark and cruel and holy, sending a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock.
While Igor continues his assault on my neck and my lips, the shell of my ear and my collarbone, he takes me in hand and applies pressure. He loves to torture me like that, giving me pressure but never friction. I try to thrust into his closed fist but I can’t move without toppling over.
“I need to come”, I cry out. And get ignored.
There’s no rushing him when he’s exploring like this. Especially after years apart when we could only fuck fast and hard in the moment in between, this is special. It makes me more needy. Hungrier.
“I love the way you whimper for me, pup. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already a mess. Just imagining how pretty you’ll look bound, bent over and full of my cock could almost make me rush this and get to it already.”
God, his mouth.
Did I teach him dirty talk when we were eighteen and just discovering each other? Yes. Did it backfire? Epically.
I can’t be in the same bed as him without almost coming in my pants or on the sheets without being touched, just from the sinful words coming out of his mouth, said in his Russian accent.
“Enough for now. When you come, it’ll be on the bed without even being touched. And I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill of you.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, please, baby. Have me already.”
Igor settles on the bed with me, his body so close I can feel his heat but far enough that I can’t actually touch him or taste his skin.
I look at him with longing but he just shakes his head with that little smile that warms me from the inside out.
He manoeuvres me so that I’m on my knees, right cheek and torso on the bed, arms pinned to the side. It’s strange but comfortable.
“If you need to rest on your other cheek for your neck, tell me,” he says.
I don’t have time to thank him.
A smack resounds between us followed by heat blooming on my ass cheek. I gasp in surprise, and he follows with three consecutive spanks on the exact same spot, bringing the sting to a bite. I’m a mess of moans and whimpers as he continues, shifting sides, hitting the back of my thighs.
He smoothes the pain with licks, and it’s almost worse, the heat of his tongue too much on my flesh and not where I want him. I shuffle and writhe but he’s relentless and doesn’t let me. I’m immobilised. And I love every second of it.
When I think I’m going to get a few more slaps, his tongue travels up my thighs and all the way to my hole. Igor’s palms grab hold of me and then, he devours me, with no regards for how much I plead for him to touch my cock.
With precise licks, his tongue flat and smooth, he brings me to the brink of orgasm, then pulls back, and does it all over again. He’s relentless and ferocious, riming my asshole in maddening, slow circles until tears fall on the comforter underneath me.
Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine and tightens my balls. With his tongue on me, I come all over the bed and myself. I long for his firm grip, but he doesn’t let up.
“That’s it, malysh. Give it to me.”
I get harder in no time, and it’s almost painful. His soft tongue caresses my balls and taint before going back up. This time, he gives me shallow jerks with his hand. It’s too much. It’s too little.
“Please, please, baby. I can’t…”
I’m a mess of mangled words and unintelligible nonsense as he licks me until he’s had his fill. Like he promised.
Sheets rustle as Igor straightens behind me. His hands are still on my hips, but his mouth goes to my lower back, worshipping every inch of my back until his lips graze the shell of my ear.
“Have you been a good boy for me, malysh?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, I’ve been the best boy. Fuck me. Please.”
“Desperation has never looked so good.”
With one last kiss on my nape, he retreats and gets off the bed, rummaging in the nightstand for a bottle of lube.
“Let’s switch cheeks.” I clench my ass in preparation for the spank, but Igor chuckles. “I meant your face, baby.”
He lifts my chest just enough so I can turn my head. The relief on my neck is instant and almost as delicious as his hands on me. I didn’t realise I was starting to cramp.
“How are you feeling?” Igor asks.
“Good. Thank you for the switch.”
“No dizziness? You want to keep going?”
“No dizziness. I’m comfortable. And I want your cock inside me.”
“Of course you do, malysh. You’re so desperate for it, you’re leaking all over the bed.”
“Just how you like it.”
Igor shakes his head. “Brat. If I didn’t love the sound of your whimpers so much, I’d gag you with my shorts.”
I want to retort that I’d let him but cold liquid drips down my ass and Igor’s fingers follow. He breaches the ring of muscles with one finger slowly. Then adds another, going in and out with practised ease, locating my prostate in seconds and making me wild.
The confines of the ropes send my brain into overdrive, the restraint pouring pure fire into my veins until I feel feverish and ready to blow. Again.
A third finger joins the previous two as Igor coos and soothes me with soft caresses on my back and into my hair.
Then he takes hold of it, fisting the strands.
Pinpricks spread on my scalp. A shiver skates deliciously across my body.
Igor keeps a tight grip on my hair and removes his fingers, replacing them with the head of his thick cock.
I moan.
“So eager. I’m not even inside you, malysh.”
With agonising tenderness, he enters me, inch by inch. I feel everything, cheeks spread apart for him, and at his complete mercy. It’s heaven. My eyes close down and my lips part on a relieved exhale.
And just like he promised, Igor fucks me.
He sets a brutal pace, in long, harsh strokes.
His hand leaves my hair to grab my other hip.
His fingers bruise my sides and my heart somersaults.
I love the marks he leaves on my body. The faint purple blooming on my skin is proof that he’s here, he’s with me.
I have the love of my life in my bed, every night. It wasn’t always a given.
I take him deep, overtaken by the sensations in my body and my stupid heart overflowing with emotions I can’t control.
“Harder,” I beg.
And this time, he doesn’t say no, he doesn’t taunt me with snappy words and dirty promises. Igor plasters his front to my back, holding himself up with a hand on the bed by my ribs. Then, he takes my cock into his hand and jerks me in tandem with the thrusts of his cock inside me.
I soar to my peak, the grunts and moans of the man I love in my ears. My favourite music.
“I love you,” I breathe.
“I love you. Fuck, I missed you. I can’t be apart from you, Jules.”
As he says the words, his movements become more frantic. Blood roars in my ears as we come at the same time. Igor fucks me through it, words I don’t understand spilling from his mouth. Promises of love and a future, I hope. I know.
I don’t need to understand Russian to hear the strain in his voice, the longing and the hurt at having been apart for so long.
But no more.
When our raging orgasm ebbs, we’re breathing hard. My body’s on a cloud and my heart settles back to a natural rhythm. I can feel Igor’s against my back. I leave a contended sigh. And it turns into another wash of pleasure as the ropes are cut from my body in one swift swoop.
Blood rushes through my veins. It’s like I don’t have enough time to breathe in and out. The assault of blood flow feels incredible, and torturous at the same time.
I’m vaguely aware of Igor rubbing my legs and arms and helping me stay prone, but I think I’m coming again. It’s blissful and wild. White paints the edges of my vision.
Then, everything settles again like particles of dust after a door closes.
“Wow.”
“How eloquent.”
“Shut up,” I laugh. “I… I’m spent.”
“Good. Let’s get you to the shower, malysh. And then, food.”