28. Eric
ERIC
I took a moment to just look at Ambrose, restrained and naked on his back.
I loved having this power over him as much as I loved when he’d taken charge of me.
He was so beautiful, and I knew what a gift his surrender was.
There wasn’t anyone else he would trust like this.
Understanding the depth of his love for me had my throat tightening and my eyes stinging.
Get it together, Sheriff.
“Now that I have you like this, I can play with you all I want.”
Ambrose shook his head. “No, that’s not what this is about.”
“Maybe what this is about is you giving me control.”
“No, Eric. Just fuck me.”
“What if I want to take it slow? I want to play with you, touch you all over, show you just how much I can make you want it.”
“I need it now. Today was…”
“I know, baby.” I pressed my thumb against his taint, stroking him. He squirmed, and his cock jumped. “I know what you need. You need reassurance, but you also need to know how much you are loved. You need to know that we can work together, protect each other, give and take.”
Ambrose sank his teeth into his lower lip. Was I pushing too hard, or was this exactly what he needed?
“For right now, though, all you’re going to do is watch.”
I lifted my shirt and slowly pulled it off. After tossing it on the floor, I looked down at Ambrose. He was breathing hard as he watched me. I reached for the fastenings of my pants, and he licked his lips.
Smirking, I pushed my pants down, freeing my cock. “I bet you wish you could get your hands or mouth on this.”
“I told you not to fucking tease me.”
“And I told you I would do what I wanted.”
I wrapped a hand around my shaft and worked it up and down. “Maybe I’ll just bring myself off while you watch.”
“Maybe I’ll break this fucking bedframe and free myself, or I could just kick you.” He jabbed his foot toward me in what I knew was a parody of the kicks he could really deliver, even when chained on his back.
I grabbed his ankle and held his leg straight. “I could restrain your ankles too.”
“You only have one set of cuffs.”
“How do you know?”
“I make sure to know everyone’s inventory.”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You really are something else.”
“Yes.”
I rubbed his arch until he groaned the same way he had when I’d stroked his cock, then I brought his foot down and rubbed his arch along the length of my dick.
“Don’t tell me you have a foot fetish too.”
“No, but I’m happy to be stroked by any part of you.”
Ambrose made a strangled sound. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Things like how much I want to push into your ass and fill you up, or how I want to feel you squeeze around me as I come inside you?”
“Fuck, Eric. Can you just get on with it?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
“Are you seriously not going to fuck me now?”
“I need to make sure you’re ready first.”
“I’m ready right fucking now.”
“Your ass isn’t ready to take my cock. I need to open you up. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Pain doesn’t bother me anymore, not physical pain. I can take it.”
“Ambrose, you don’t have to?—”
“I want this, Eric. I want you inside me. I need to know what it’s like.”
I was sure he’d dealt with far worse pain than he’d feel if I drove my cock into him without prepping him first, but I didn’t want him to tough his way through this.
I wanted him to enjoy every second. It was probably going to hurt when I filled him all the way, but I wanted it to be charged with pleasure.
I wanted him to know I cared enough about him to be gentle now and also rough and harsh when he needed it.
I set his foot back on the bed and knelt between his legs, pushing them wider, exposing him to me. Then I pressed against his shins, doubling his legs up onto his chest. He looked at me, and I saw a tinge of fear in his eyes. That wasn’t what I wanted.
“Does it turn you on to be cuffed and open for me like this?”
“Yes.” His voice trembled.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to make you forget everything but how you feel, everything but the need to come. I’m going to have you writhing and begging for more.”
“You can try.” The edge was back in his voice.
“Keep your legs up and your ass open to me.” I gripped his cheeks and pulled them apart before I swiped my tongue over his hole.
Ambrose gasped and fought against my hold. When I looked up at him, his eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open.
“Not what you expected?”
“Jesus, no.”
“Think I might succeed in making you beg if I keep this up?”
“Fuck, Eric. I don’t…”
I didn’t let him finish. I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over his hole, then circled it and licked him slowly and sloppily up to the base of his balls.
“Eric! That’s… Oh God.”
I chuckled against his ass, then pushed my tongue into him which made him whimper. The sound was delicious, and I needed to make him do it again.
I licked, teased, and tongue-fucked him until he was whimpering and writhing under me. When I knew he was ready, I added a finger alongside my tongue.
He cried out. “Eric. Fuck. Please.”
I pulled back. “That’s it. Beg me.”
His ragged breaths told me how worked up he was, but he refused to say anymore.
I pushed another finger inside him and licked around the rim.
He tensed at first, but as I kept teasing him, my fingers and tongue working him nonstop, he relaxed and opened for me.
I pushed deeper and found his sweet spot.
His whole body shook, and he jerked against the cuffs.
I was afraid he would break the headboard. I had no doubt he was capable of it.
“More. I need more of that.”
“I’m sure you do, but what about if I entered you at just the right angle to hit your prostate with my cock.”
“Jesus, I’d agree to anything for that.”
“Really? Anything? Would you surrender to me again?”
He groaned. “Fuck yes if it feels like this.”
“It only gets better.”
“Then you just might kill me.”
“No way. I want to do this to you over and over again.”
“Eric, I don’t… I don’t deserve?—”
“Yes, you do.” I leaned forward and cupped his face in my hands. “You deserve every moment of pleasure I can give you. You’re an incredible man, Ambrose. Stop protesting and let me fuck you.”