Chapter 6 – David #2
Slipping my hands into the waistband of Richard’s boxers, I slowly push them down, making Richard lift one leg at a time, and take them off. Holding them to my nose, I sniff them, before carefully folding them. I get up out of my chair and put them into my pocket.
“I’m keeping these,” I tell Richard, who doesn’t respond, but keeps looking at me.
Side stepping Richard, I go over to the bed and pull back the covers.
I throw the pillows on the floor: they’ll just get in the way.
Moving back over to the bed, I’m hoping I can find something I can tie the belt to, or Richard’s tie.
I’ll need to keep him still for a while for what I have planned, and I’m in luck.
At the back of the bed, on the base, I can feel some kind of handle.
It must be there to help move the base and will work very nicely.
Leaning over to the bedside table, I pick up the belt, loop it through the handle, and replace the mattress.
There isn’t as much spare belt as I would like, which means I’m going to have to use Richard’s tie as well.
Getting off the bed, I go over to Richard, who hasn’t moved. I hadn’t given him permission.
Running my hand over his dick, I gently kiss his jaw. “Get on the bed and place your hands above your head.”
Richard climbs onto the bed and positions himself so that he’s in the centre of the bed with his hands stretched above his head. Right by the belt. I climb onto the bed, straddle his waist, and lean down and kiss him. I feel him trying to deepen the kiss.
“Behave,” I tell him.
Getting the tie, I wrap it around Richard’s hands, secure enough that it immobilises his hands, but not tight enough that it would leave marks. I pull on it just to make sure that it won’t come loose, and finally secure it to the belt.
“Move your hands for me.”
Richard pulls on his tie, and I see his hands move a couple of inches. I would’ve liked him to be more secure than this, but it will work for tonight.
“Now, stay still,” I command.
Climbing off the bed, I can feel Richard’s eyes track me, and I walk over to the desk, pick up the phone and dial the number for room service.
“Good evening. Would you be able to send up a glass of your house red wine and a glass of ice please?” I ask. I listen, as I’m informed that it should arrive within ten minutes, and I hang up the phone.
“Looks like we have some time to kill,” I say to Richard. “I wonder what we could do in that time,” I muse, leaning against the table.
Again, Richard remains silent, he’s still obeying my command to not speak, and oh, I know we’re going to have fun tonight. I think it’s been a while since he gave up complete control like this, and I’m going to use my power to get some answers from him.
“Tell me, what do you think we could do while we wait? You may reply,” I tell him.
“Touch me, please,” Richard pleads.
Pushing off the table, I go over to the edge of the bed, and just stand there looking at Richard, who licks his lips as he waits for me to do something, but I’m not ready to give into his commands yet. After the month we’ve had, I need to make him suffer a little.
A knock on the door lets me know that room service has arrived. My wallet is on the table, and I pull a note from it, not paying any attention to how much it is. The porter’s face lights up when I hand it over, so I think it must have been much higher than the cost of the order.
“Looks like we can have some fun,” I say, as I carry the tray over to the desk and place it on top.
Picking up the glass of wine, I take a sip, and I’m pleasantly surprised at the taste, as I walk over to the bedside table and place it there.
“Would you like a sip? You may answer,” I ask Richard, knowing that red wine is one of his favourite drinks.
“Yes please,” Richard replies.
Leaning on the bed, I lift his head, and carefully place the glass to his lips, and tilt the glass, but just as the liquid is about to touch his lips, I pull the glass away, denying him any of it. Letting go of his head, I had hoped he would have groaned, but he didn’t.
“I think I have a better way for you to taste this,” I tell him.
I put the glass to my lips and take a small amount of the liquid into my mouth.
I hold it there while I pick his head up again and connect our lips.
His lips open for me, and I slip the wine in before letting go.
I’m finally rewarded with a moan of pleasure.
“The wine is good,” I confirm, as I put the glass back on the bed side table.
Climbing off the bed, I go over to the edge and pull off my polo shirt that I had put on after the race, and drop it on the floor. There’s no need to fold these nicely. Looking over to Richard, I can see him staring at me, and he licks his lips again.
“Like what you see?” I ask, but I don’t give him permission to answer. I unbuckle my belt, but I don’t pull it from my trousers. Instead, I just pop the button and begin to push them down my legs with my boxers, before kicking off my shoes and trousers completely.
Richard’s eyes track up and down my body, and I just want to tease him some more.
I wrap my hand around my length and pump it a few times, a small bead of pre-cum pearling at the head of my dick.
Picking it up with my finger, I climb on the bed, and wipe it across Richard’s lips. He licks his lips and groans.
Richard is being so responsive tonight, which means we’re going to have a lot of fun, and we’re going to make up for all the months that we missed doing this. By the end of this night, Richard will know that he is never to leave me, leave us, again.
“I forgot something,” I say to him as I connect our lips and grind my dick into his at the same time, loving the feel of his hard length against my own.
I go over to the glass of ice and shake it a little.
Some of the ice has melted and I take a sip, loving the feel of the cold liquid as it travels down my throat.
But what Richard doesn’t spot is the ice cube that I have kept in my mouth, as I place the glass next to the wine glass and climb back onto the bed.
I push his legs open and nestle between them, then run a finger up and down the length of one of his legs.
Moving down the bed, I place a kiss on his ankle, letting my lips linger so Richard can feel the coldness on his skin.
I keep doing this as I slowly move up his leg until the ice cube has completely melted and I pick up the glass, suck another cube into my mouth, and start on the other leg.
Goosebumps are beginning to raise on his skin, and his breathing is starting to increase.
Picking up the glass with the ice in it, I give it a shake, and I’m pleased when I see a small amount of water at the bottom of the glass. Tipping the glass, I pour the liquid over his body, and he yelps at the sensation. I see him twist his hand, but there’s nowhere he can turn.
Bringing the glass to my lips again, I tip an ice cube into my mouth and swirl it around to make sure my mouth is nice and cold.
I lean down and run my tongue up his length and slip him into my mouth.
I feel him raise his hips up off the bed at the sensation, and his groans fill the room.
I cannot help but smile around him. Yes, tonight is going to be a lot of fun.