Chapter Four
Naked, I wait for Eros. The expensive mattress and plush comforter beneath me are nicer than any bedding I’ve laid on, yet feel uncomfortable beneath my sensitive skin.
He left me minutes ago, but it seems like hours. And did I mention he blindfolded me?
The moment I was situated, a silk handkerchief magically appeared from his back pocket.
He tied it around my eyes, then told me to wait.
The click of a door makes me jump and my cock pulse, already hard with anticipation of whatever is about to come.
I should have protested the blindfold, not because I don’t like it, but because I’m dying to see Eros naked.
To touch and stroke his cock, to have him fuck my mouth and ass with it. To use me like I used him…
“Thinking about me?”
My body twitches, and I turn my head in the direction of his voice. He was so quiet in his movements, beyond the sound of the door, I didn’t hear him approach.
“Yes,” I reply.
He hums, the bed dipping under his weight. There’s a pause, the silence of the room, save for my heart in my ears, only grows the need I’m feeling in my body. I just came, yet I’m greedy for his touch. To come again by whatever way he sees fit.
A blunt nail trails over my ab muscles, tracing each one until he reaches the V-line.
“Your body,” he praises. “It’s like it was molded by the gods themselves. Stunning.”
He says it with such reverence, I have to clench my jaw to keep from getting emotional. It’s nice to be appreciated.
“Have you ever used a safeword before, Theo?”
I swallow hard as his nail traces lower over my groomed pubic hair, but he stops before reaching my cock.
“Y-yes,” I choke out.
“What is it?”
“Fig.”
“The fruit of sexuality and prosperity. Very apropos.”
I smile. “I love that you know that.”
He doesn't respond with words, only action. Trailing his finger upward again until he’s playing with my nipple. He plucks the sensitive skin until it’s in a bud. It’s not painful, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s working up to the pain as he increases pressure.
“I know we just met, but will you trust me?” he asks.
We had a brief conversation in the elevator on the way here.
We made sure each of us were content with what was about to happen between us, and that we were both up to date on testing.
That conversation alone made me trust him as much as anyone can trust someone they just met, and I appreciate that he’s asking me again now.
“You’ll stop if I say fig?”
I feel his breath on me before his mouth closes around my nipple and he sucks, only popping off to answer, “Of course, Theo. And I won’t bind your hands. You can remove the blindfold and leave if I go too far, or you’re uncomfortable.”
“I trust you, Eros.”
“Good.”
I swear I can hear him smile before he returns his mouth to my nipple. He twirls his tongue around it and I moan loudly, the sensation so good I want more. I move my hands to grab his hair, but before I can he bites down hard.
“Fuck!” I cry.
Eros laughs softly. “One rule that I forgot to mention,” he brushes his thumb over the tortured skin. “No touching until I say.”
“Eros,” I whine.
He pinches my nipple and I grip the comforter in my fists. Despite the sharp pain, my cock throbs, desperate for more of it.
“I promise,” he pinches the nipple yet again, this time harder, his other hand moving to tweak the other. “If you’re a good boy and do what I say, I’ll reward you.” He twists them both at the same time and my hips buck upward, warm pre-cum wetting the head of my dick.
“I’ll be good,” I whimper.
“You promise?” Another twist.
“I promise!”
Eros releases my nipples, and gently soothes the skin with a light touch. It both hurts, and feels amazing.
“That’s my good slut.” Eros kisses one before pulling away, leaving my body on fire and buzzing. There’s rustling and the unmistakable sound of a lube cap, before I feel his lips brushing my ear.
“I have a plug to put in your tight little hole. Get you nice and stretched for me while I play with your body. Is that alright?”
I wet my lips and nod. “Where did you get a plug and lube?”
He kisses me. “No need to worry about that. Just know I’m going to take such good care of you. You said you trust me, yes?”
“Yes.”
He kisses my cheek. “Then relax and let me play, before I use all your holes.”
My cock jumps as if to answer, “Yes, please,” and he must see it, because he chuckles before pulling away.
He trails a finger down my shaft in a teasing touch, then commands me to flip over onto my belly. Once situated, I arch my ass to him, and there’s silence again, before the bed dips near my lower half.
His palms grip my ass. Before I can enjoy the touch, he removes them, bringing both back down in a loud smack.
I groan, my hands that I placed near my head forming fists.
He didn’t spank me hard, and I lift my ass higher because I want more.
He gives in, bringing his hands down repeatedly on my skin, until I know my cheeks have to be red.
My cock aches against the mattress, and I shift forward to relieve some of the pressure.
He pinches the flaming skin of my ass and tsks. “Don’t you dare hump the mattress. You don’t get your reward until I say. Do you understand, Theo?”
I nod and he smacks me.
“I didn’t hear you use your words.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Very good.” Eros strokes my heated skin until my breathing has calmed. He pauses before pushing my legs apart, and his tongue is on my asshole.
“Oh fuck!” I wiggle.
“You like that,” he says between licks.
“Yes, Eros.”
He hums and returns to licking. Rimming the puckered hole with his hot tongue, his hands spreading my cheeks and kneading them while he plays.
My cock is heavy and aching with need, but I don’t move, allowing Eros to have his fun and falling into the sensation of his tongue doing wicked things to my asshole.
He stops abruptly and I whine. His only answer is a laugh, followed by cool lube and the press of a plug against my pulsing hole.
“So needy for me,” he comments, pressing the tip inside.
“Yes,” I agree. I have no reason to pretend like I’m not. Though I wish it was his cock pushing inside my ass, instead of the plug.
“I could play with this ass all night,” he contemplates, dipping the plug halfway then pulling it out. He does this multiple times, until I can’t take it anymore.
“Eros,” I beg. “Please—”
He seats the plug completely inside me and swats my ass. “I love it when you beg. I can’t wait to hear more of it. Now get up on your knees for me.”
I don’t waste time, doing as he says. His weight has left the bed and there’s silence. I can’t even hear his breathing, only my own.
I grip the comforter in my fingers, the silence and anticipation weighing down on me and making my skin prickle. Without Eros touching me, and in this new position, I feel the plug in my ass. The solid weight of it is heavy and teasing.
Another minute drags on, and then another. My nipples are hard and my cock thickens, more pre-cum leaking from the head, cool against the overheated and sensitive skin.
Everything is heightened with my eyesight gone. Every nerve ending in my body is firing, my ears working overtime to hear him, or get a sense of what he’ll do next. But there’s nothing. He’s like a ghost, and it’s driving me mad with need.
“Eros,” I plead. He did say he likes it when I beg. “Please touch me, I can’t wait anymore. Please.”
There’s a slight dip to the bed letting me know he’s there.
I expect a spank or a tap to the plug in my ass, not the feeling of—a feather?
He doesn’t speak, just moves whatever it is over my back, so gently it tickles.
The sensation is soft yet hard. That’s why I’m unsure if it actually is a feather or not.
He still doesn’t speak as he drifts the object over my muscles.
The feel of it changing depending on which direction he moves it.
Forward moving it’s soft, backward, it’s like a bristle of a brush.
He trails it over my shoulder blades then up the back of my neck.
I shiver and he drags it down the backs of my arms. It tickles and I squirm.
The sensation of the feather-like object leaves, and then I’m swatted by what feels like a thin shaft of metal. It doesn’t hurt, just stings a bit.
“Stay still, or I’ll spank you again,” Eros barks.
“Yes, Eros.”
His reply of “good boy” has my cock bobbing, and he returns the object back to my skin, though this time it’s not a feather or whatever it was before, but a sharp tip. Like the edge of a knife.
“Eros, what is—”
The shaft swats me again, this time against the backs of my thighs. I yelp in pain, Eros only speaking when the echo of my strained voice has gone.
“Trust me, Theo. I’m not going to injure you.” His mouth presses to my shoulder blade, and he leaves a delicate rain of kisses over the skin. “Only cause the pain you crave.”
“You promise?”
He drags a hand through my hair and down my back, as if he’s stroking me like I’m his pet.
The rings on his hand are an interesting and cold sensation on my skin.
I probably shouldn’t find so much pleasure in it, but I do.
My back arches for more of it. He gives in and does it again, his hand trailing lower until he’s gently caressing my taint.
His lips find my ear. “I promise. May I continue?”
“Yes.”
Maybe I shouldn’t say yes. Maybe I shouldn’t trust him after all. But I can’t help it. This stranger, who’s becoming not so much of a stranger anymore, makes me feel safe. Stupid? Maybe, that too. But if I’m going to die, this is a hell of a way to go.
“Try not to think so much,” Eros says, the sharp point of the object returning to the base of my spine. “Settle into the sensations. Don’t try to guess what I’m using, just trust me to make you feel everything I want you to feel.”
Eros guides me through several breaths, the point of the object not moving while he does. Only when I’m relaxed does he start again.