Chapter 12 Benny #2
“I’ll decide?”
Nod.
“Anything?”
“Green,” I whispered, barely louder than a breath. “Anythin’.”
His exhale was heavy. “Okay.”
He abandoned the plug, tracing my crease. Up. Back down. Lower. Over the swell of my ass to the tops of my thighs. I gasped. The chains clinked at my feet. He did it again. My legs twitched. The chains clinked.
“Sensitive here.”
Not a question. Lower. Down my hamstrings. The backs of my knees. Clink.
Down my calves. Then they came back up. My lower back. Clink.
Up and down my sides. Firmer than before. Pleasure rippled from wherever he touched. The back of my shoulders, up my neck, until fingers traced my hairline. Clinking from above me as my hands twitched.
Breathe.
He circled. In front of me again. My abs. My chest. A much firmer touch on both my nipples. Clink.
Lower. Over my stomach. Lower. Fingers through neatly trimmed hair. Clink.
My body was an instrument he was quickly learning how to play, finding every single spot that made me shudder and jerk, but moving on before I adjusted. Over my quads. My knees. My feet.
Then they were gone, his touch disappeared. I waited, my cock jerked as if to remind him it had been forgotten in his explorations.
Seconds. Minutes.
Where did you go?
Wet heat on the tip of my dick. I jolted. The chains rattling above and below. Again. Spreading over the leaking head. Suction.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was his mouth.
His mouth was on me.
I groaned. My knees feeling weak and I was grateful for the chains that held me up. Kept me in place.
More. Deeper. Fuck.
He hummed around me.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The chains rattled, and I moaned. I whined. I whimpered.
Pressure from behind and I jolted again. His fingers gripped the base of the plug, pulling until my rim stretched around the bulb. Pushed it back in. Took me deeper into the heat.
Too much.
Pull. Push. Suck. Hum. Clink. Clink. Clink.
He pulled off as my head spun.
“Breathe,” he ordered.
Breathe.
My lungs burned.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale.
“Good boy.”
Relief.
My head stopped spinning. My body relaxed again. Fingertips traced circles on the backs of my knees. Soothing.
Then I was calm. And he took me back into his mouth, attempting to take me a little deeper on each pass until his mouth convulsed as he gagged. I groaned. He pulled back a little but didn’t stop, not until my head was spinning again and my entire body felt like it was going to burst open.
He pulled off. Waited until the urgency faded. Resumed.
Over and over, like he’d done with the fleshlight. Only then I’d had control of my movements. Now I was entirely at his mercy.
Sweat coated my skin. The chains supported my weight. He continued to play with me. To bring me to the edge and pull me back. My body trembled.
“Good.” He kissed the tip of my aching cock. “So good.”
I whimpered.
Again.
Too much. I sobbed. He sucked me in as deep as he could and stayed there. I couldn’t find the words to warn him, only grunts. Clink. Clink. Clink. And then I was spilling into his mouth. Pulse after pulse of pleasure. My head spun from the force of it.
I shivered as he pulled off, suddenly so tired.
Was he going to let me down now?
I waited. He breathed. Harder. Faster. My chest tightened again, adrenaline pumping through my tired limbs. Was he—
He moaned. Then something wet and warm hit my thigh.
His cum. Fuck.
He’d marked me with his cum. Clink.
“You want to taste me?” he asked, voice hoarse and airy.
“Yes.” I found my own immediately, because I wanted nothing more in this moment than to taste the evidence that he’d enjoyed himself too. His pleasure. Because of me. There was no better reward.
Fingers trailed through the wetness on my leg, collecting it, then three pushed into my mouth with no further warning. I moaned, sucking eagerly. Tasting him. My new favorite flavor.
“Good boy,” he breathed.
Bliss.
“I’m going to get you down now. Don’t move until I tell you.”
He eased the plug out first. I whimpered until it popped free.
“Shhh. I know, pup.”
Then he released my ankles. My hands took a little longer. I heard him shuffling something around before his fingers were working at my wrists, unhooking the chain. He held it as he brought my hands down in front of me, then removed the cuffs.
My legs were unsteady now that I had to hold myself up.
“Kneel.”
I knelt.
“Stay.”
I stayed.
“Open for water.”
I hesitated. Not wanting to wash the taste of him from my mouth just yet.
“Open.” His voice was a little firmer.
I fought with myself. Not wanting to be disobedient, but also not wanting to give in. I lost either way.
“Open,” he demanded.
I opened reluctantly, and he pressed the bottle to my lips, slowly tipping it into my mouth. I mourned the loss of him from my tongue, even as the much-needed water soothed my throat.
“I’ll let that one slide because of how good you were earlier. But don’t disobey me again. Understood?”
I nodded, my chest tight with the fear of his disapproval.
There was movement beside me, then his fingers through my hair sending sparks of pleasure rippling over me like a soothing balm. Relief.
He gently tilted my head until it rested against his thigh.
My eyes burned behind the blindfold. My chest filled with warmth and hope. It was small, but he was letting me touch him. Trusting me not to touch him more than he’d allowed.
I’d earned this much. And I’d do everything I could to earn more.