8
He stroked me slowly, deliberately, taking his time. It was different from what Silas had done in the bath. This was more controlled, more intentional. Dimitrios seemed to know exactly when to speed up and when to slow down, keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall over.
“Please,” I heard myself say, though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was asking for.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
“I don’t... I need...”
“You need to cum?” he supplied.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he said, and his grip loosened slightly. “We’re just getting started.”
He released my cock and instead moved his attention to my body.
His lips found my chest, his teeth grazing my nipple, electricity shooting through my body.
I arched upward, pulling against the silk restraints, but they held firm.
I was completely at his mercy, and the realization should have panicked me. But it didn’t.
Instead, I found myself sinking deeper into the sensation of it all. The warmth of his mouth on my skin. The pressure of the rope around my chest. The knowledge that I had no choice but to surrender to whatever he wanted to do to me.
“Did you shower before you came into the bathhouse?” he asked simply.
“Y-Yes,” I stuttered as his tongue trailed over my abdomen.
“Good boy.”
Then, with very little effort, he rolled me over and placed me on my hands and knees, my cock swinging between my legs. The ropes pulled against me as he pushed me into position, spreading my legs wide so I was fully exposed.
“What’re you?—”
“I won’t hurt you,” he said. “Relax.”
I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Good boy.”
I didn’t know what to expect as I sat there, staring down at the pillow. But then I felt him shift and something hot and warm against my ass. I gasped, which transformed into a long drawn-out moan as his tongue dragged over my entrance.
“Oh fuck…”
“I had a feeling you’d like that,” he grinned against my hole. “Just wait. It gets better.”
His tongue was insistent, probing deeper as my body responded without my conscious permission.
I could feel myself opening up to him, relaxing into the sensation despite my racing thoughts.
This was insane. This was beyond anything I’d ever experienced or even fantasized about. And yet I wanted more.
“That’s it,” Dimitrios murmured against my skin. “Just let yourself enjoy it.”
He continued for what felt like an eternity, his tongue working me open with practiced skill.
My cock was hard and leaking, swinging with each involuntary thrust of my hips.
I was making sounds I didn’t recognize, desperate little noises that I would have been embarrassed about under any other circumstance.
But here, bound and exposed and completely surrendered, I didn’t care.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathing hard, my body trembling with need. I heard him reach for something. When he returned, I felt something cool and slick being applied to my entrance. Lube, I realized. He was preparing me.
“I’m going to work you open,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And you’re going to take everything I give you. Understood?”
“Yes,” I breathed. And this time I was honestly terrified.