Chapter 17
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Dominic
It was as if Kilian had just unlocked a kink I didn’t even know I had.
I’d always loved blowjobs, but being tied up and made to submit was something new to me.
And, fuck, was it turning me on!
Kilian’s firm grip on the back of my head as he stared down at me with a hungry gaze set my blood on fire. A tingling sensation coursed through my entire body. His dark, lust-filled eyes drilled into me, kindling my imagination.
I could hardly wait to find out what Kilian had planned next.
A strange excitement made me forget everything else around me. Right now, there was nothing I wanted more than his attention.
And he gave it to me—devotedly, relentlessly.
Almost roughly, he thrust his cock into my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue and coaxing gurgling sounds from me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled.
He plunged himself all the way to the base, pinning my head against his crotch.
My muscles trembled as I writhed against the restraints, gasping for air.
While part of me started to panic, the lack of oxygen also did something else—it sent heat rushing through my core, pooling in my cock, which I could feel swelling with arousal.
Kilian’s masculine scent, mixed with lavender and citrus, clouded my senses, leaving no room for coherent thoughts.
Just before I reached my limit, Kilian pulled back. I coughed and gasped, gulping down air as my heart thundered in my ears.
“Well, well,” Kilian said, crouching down in front of me. He tapped the tip of my erection with his finger. “Who’s waking up down here?”
“Fuck, Kil …”
He silenced me by clamping his hand over my mouth.
“Shh … Unless it’s your safeword, you’d better keep quiet. Or should I … What are those things called? A gag? Should I stick one of those in your mouth? There’s one hanging on the wall over there.”
I swallowed hard, staring at Kilian with wide eyes. Not that Kilian was ever easy to read—I prided myself on my ability to read people—but I never in a million years would have guessed he was into this kind of stuff.
Okay, to be fair, I didn’t usually size people up by guessing their favorite sex toys. But the fact that Kilian’s dominance had my cock standing to attention left me nearly breathless.
“Stand up.”
It wasn’t until Kilian helped me to my feet that I noticed the ache in my knees. Walking upright was nearly impossible as Kilian led me to the sofa.
“Lay down on the backrest,” he ordered.
I glanced at the white leather couch.
“Lengthwise,” he clarified.
I stepped to the side of the couch and bent forward. Since my hands were still tied, I almost lost my balance. Then I felt the cool leather against my chest, stomach, and cheek. With my head turned to the side, I caught our reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
A shiver ran through me. The position was new to me, and I tried not to let the shame take hold.
“Oh shit,” Kilian said behind me. “What a view. Do you see this?”
Through the mirror, I saw Kilian standing behind me. Then he started kneading my ass, eliciting a soft moan from me.
“You like that, huh?”
Shit! What’s happening here?
He slapped my ass and crouched down behind me. When I felt his fingers near my entrance, I flinched. He teased the edge, playing with me until I got used to his touch and relaxed.
“That’s it,” he praised me. “Just stay loose. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
What the hell …?
“They’re going to fire me,” I croaked. “Please.”
Kilian didn’t care. Instead, he grabbed a bottle of lube, poured some onto his fingers, and crouched behind me again. I flinched once more as the cold gel touched my skin.
“Your back door can’t wait to welcome me,” he said, slowly sliding a finger into me.
“Fuck!” I moaned, writhing in my restraints.
The fact that the whole situation was making me even hornier was something I could hardly believe myself. My cock just kept getting harder! And I hadn’t even taken Viagra!
“You like that?” Kilian asked, moving his finger in and out. “So slow and tender.”
I gasped, arching to catch my breath. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations rushing through me. It made it easier to ignore the uncomfortable position I was in. But when I felt something warm at my entrance, my eyes flew open.
Kilian knelt behind me, teasing the rim of my muscle and my perineum with his tongue. When the tip of it tucked inside, I arched up with a sharp gasp.
“Shit! Kil!”
“Oh, yeah. I’m going to devour you until you can’t tell up from down. Looks like you’re a fan of the back door.”
Kilian pulled back, but this time, he slid two fingers into me. My breath hitched, and I cursed again.
“Relax,” he said, kissing my balls. “You’re doing great.”
“Fuck!”
Once my muscles eased, he added a third finger. My entire body protested, but with my hands tied, there was nothing I could do. Breathing hard, I tried to ignore the pain. Then Kilian twisted his fingers, stretching me. I writhed against the sharp sensation and turned my head to the other side.
The word “Horatio” hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t want this to stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop, because feeling the pain morph into a tingling heat that stoked my arousal and desire left me utterly breathless.
When Kilian finally yanked his fingers out, I glanced at the mirror to see what was happening. The emptiness that flooded me in an instant felt cold and merciless, but it gave me a brief moment to catch my breath.
Kilian rolled a condom over himself and coated his length with lube. He was still fully dressed, though his shirt was now open. Even so, I couldn’t stop watching his reflection, desperate to steal a glimpse of his bare chest.
A shiver ran down my spine as Kilian leaned in close, his voice low and threatening in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget who you are. Let it all out. I want to hear you scream.”
Without warning, he pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance and prodded inside.
A sound escaped me—a mix of a moan, a gasp, and a scream.
The feeling of him filling me banished every inhibition and negative thought.
Kilian thrust deep, and in the mirror, I watched him tilt his head back, lost in pleasure.
“So tight,” he groaned.
As he began to move, slow and deliberate, I tensed again.
“Relax,” he reassured me. “It’ll get better.”
Sure enough, the tension melted away, and the sharp discomfort in my abdomen transformed into a thrilling, molten pulse that radiated through my entire body.
The moment I arched my back in passion, pressing myself against him because I couldn’t get enough, Kilian laughed.
“You’re perfect!” he panted, driving into me harder and deeper with every thrust.
With one hand gripping my bound wrists, he slid the other up my bare back, over my neck, and into my hair. He tugged my head back, slamming into me even harder.
I was his plaything, and I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. My cock throbbed, begging for attention, but Kilian ignored it completely—even when he released my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat.
I’d always enjoyed being choked, but the setting made this so new, so exhilarating that I completely lost myself.
“Fuck me,” I managed to choke out.
I couldn’t get enough of Kilian, reveling in how each thrust sent me closer to the edge.
Suddenly, he pulled out and yanked me upright. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t process it. The overwhelming emptiness inside me led me to search Kilian’s face for answers.
Was this a punishment?
My entire body ached for his cock.
When he untied my wrists, my breath hitched.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Lay on your back,” he commanded. “I want to see your face when you come.”
“Here?” I asked, glancing at the sofa backrest.
“Right here,” he confirmed, his voice dark and threatening.
The sofa backrest was at least twenty inches thick, wide enough for me to lie on. Kilian steadied me as I found my balance, and as soon as I was in position, holding on tightly with both hands, he lifted my legs and drove into me mercilessly.
I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. With his very first thrust, Kilian hit a spot that completely obliterated my sanity.
“Well, hello there!” He grinned, rolling his hips forward again to tease me.
My back arched, and I gasped. I wanted to run my hands through my hair or stroke my cock, but I was too focused on keeping myself steady. Each thrust made my eyelids flutter, and I couldn’t hold Kilian’s gaze for long.
By now, his pants were partway down, and the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the blue-and-purple-lit playroom, overpowering the faint music playing in the background.
“You’re already dripping,” Kilian said through gritted teeth, tapping a finger against my slick tip. “And judging by the look on your face, you’ve forgotten who you are—or what demons have been haunting you.”
“Kil … I can’t take it anymore.” My voice was caught between pleading and moaning. “Please!”
“Look at your cock—so full, throbbing—and I haven’t even touched it.”
Kilian’s grip on my thighs tightened as he picked up the pace. “You want to come, don’t you, grumpy bear?”
“Yes …”
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. The raw intensity with which Kilian was fucking me shattered everything in my mind.
The past months had been consumed by compulsions and pressure that nearly drove me mad.
Yet in just thirty minutes, Kilian managed to tear down every wall I’d built to maintain the composure I’d worked so hard to project.
With each stroke of his cock over that one spot, he freed me from my restraints, stripping away my mask layer by layer until I was nothing but a raw nerve.
I clung to what little strength I had left. Kilian then gave me permission, his voice firm and commanding.
“Let go. Come for me. I want to see the real you.”
My muscles tensed, and my whole body trembled as the orgasm overtook me.
Spurts of cum shot from me in waves, landing in thick droplets across my torso.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the desperate sounds I was making as I turned my head to the side, surrendering to the warm, overwhelming sensation of release.
Kilian paused briefly, but as soon as I met his gaze again, he resumed where he’d left off. He fucked me even harder than before, using my body for his pleasure until he reached his climax. Pulling out quickly, he tore off the condom and spilled himself across my stomach.
As he stood above me with his shirt open, he was utterly breathtaking, his chest heaving with labored breaths. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.
“Fuck! You’re incredible!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
The warmth radiating from him erased any lingering doubts, and all I could do was smile back at him.
Kilian grabbed a tissue from the side table and carefully wiped the cum off my stomach. I just lay there, staring at him as I tried to catch my breath, unable to believe what had just happened.