Chapter 9 #2
My balls ache for release as I stare up at him and get to see his chin at my crotch. I rub my forehead against his dick when I get the chance, and it’s most definitely hard.
I’m panting and confused when he pulls away. A long thread of saliva extends from my cock to his mouth before it finally breaks.
“Time to get you down. Don’t want you to hang like this for too long,” he says and pulls a little cell-phone-sized device from his pocket.
My neglected cock slaps my belly, still painfully hard and so very much in need of his warm mouth.
“Oh… I’m fine!” I volunteer, in case he’s doing this for my comfort only. Of course I should probably want to be back on the floor, but right now the possibility of climax seems more important.
He ignores me, and I yelp when the rope goes slack and gravitation takes over.
Before I can hit my head, Sevastyan grabs me and lets me down to the floor gently.
I’m dizzy, horny, and my leg hurts, but nothing is as pressing as the need for satisfaction, so I crawl, attempting and failing to get to my knees.
“Please... I need— ”
“Need what?”
I’m feeling shy all of a sudden, even though I’m kneeling naked with my cock still wet from his saliva. “Your… mouth? Please?”
A laugh. “Oh, no, orgasms are for good boys, and you have been very, very bad,” he tells me in that infuriatingly melodic accent of his.
It can’t end this way!
At the third try to kneel, my head stops spinning for long enough that I drag myself to my knees and push my face into his crotch. “But... you need it, right? I’ll just...” I know better than to jerk myself off right here and now, but if he fucked my mouth, he’d be too busy to stop me.
My hopes falter when Sevastyan shakes his head and pokes my nose, as if he’s talking to a naughty child. “That would be rewarding your bad behavior. You will need to wait until tomorrow,” he says and drags me to my feet.
My legs are wobbly, as if I’m a marionette incapable of standing up without him pulling me up by the strings.
Now I’m embarrassed by the spectacle I made of myself on top of my dick betraying how interested I am in him. I’d say this is hell, but Sevastyan hasn’t actually cut off my feet, so I count my blessings.
“Can I please get some pain killers? For my leg?” I ask in a tiny voice, leaning my weight on him. We can just pretend I’m not naked and hard.
He sighs and strokes the backs of his fingers along the line of my jaw. “I don’t want you to be in pain. Of course you can have painkillers.”
With that, he kneels to help me step out of the strap that so violently tightened around my ankle, and then spins me around to lead the way toward one of the nearby doors.
I will my erection to fade, but how can it when Sevastyan’s saliva isn’t yet dry, and he’s touching me with those big warm hands ?
Every second stretches, until I can barely stand the tension between us, but my stubborn cock refuses to soften.
On the way, we stop by a wall which turns out to have a hidden compartment.
He pulls out a knife, which makes my heart sink, but then also grabs a container of pills from a drawer in the kitchen, so I don’t think he’s about to kill me.
I welcome the relative privacy of my cell when Sevastyan urges me inside.
“Hands,” he commands at the doorstep.
A small part of me worries I might lose a finger for what I did tonight, but I still do as I'm told.
He cuts the ties and hands me the pills. I groan in relief, because even though the zip-ties weren’t tight, I’ve had those on for far too long.
“I hope we have an understanding,” Sevastyan says, pinning me with his blue gaze. “You’re staying here, and don’t you dare run, because I will know.”
I’ve got no doubt he’s telling me the truth. It’s both terrifying and… kinda hot?
“Yes. I understand.”
I expect him to leave now, but he grabs my hand and puts it flat against his. His fingers are almost twice as long as mine. “See? Your tiny hands are not those of a killer. You will not win against me, so stop trying, and give into what we both see you want.”
He takes a pointed glance at my still-hard cock. Sadly, seeing how big his hand is, and feeling its warmth against mine, only makes me excited.
I gasp when Sevastyan kisses the back of my hand with a smile before letting go. “Well then. Be good until morning.”
I shiver when his lips brush the line of my hair in the gentlest caress, but then he’s gone, and the lock clicks with a decisive creak .
There is a camera above, and I know Sevastyan might just be leaning against the other side of the door, to watch me on his little device. But I can’t help myself. The pressure between my legs is like a leash, and I need to follow where it leads me.
My knees bend, and I press my burning face to the sheets, praying to my bed as I grab my throbbing shaft. I imagine Sevastyan’s hand on me, spreading my legs and rubbing his cockhead against my virgin hole.
I whine against the bed and pull close a pillow in hope to muffle the noise. If he came in and asked to fuck me now, would I let him?
Maybe?
Probably?
I imagine his thrusts, his grunts, my hole dripping with his cum when he pulls out—
I come so hard the tremors resonate in my bones .
I fall down to my sticky sheets, because I don’t give a fuck, and try to catch my breath.
Can orgasms heal? Because even my leg hurts less now.
I drift off to nothingness with Sevastyan’s face under my eyelids.