Chapter 19 #2
I stilled immediately, forcing myself to be good. To show him I could follow his commands. The rope around my chest seemed to tighten with each breath, a constant reminder of my submission to him.
“That’s better,” Connor praised, his grip on my hair relaxing slightly. “Now, open wide for me.”
I obeyed, my jaw dropping open as he guided his cock between my lips. The familiar taste of him flooded my senses, salt and musk and sweet. I moaned around him as he pushed deeper, filling my mouth inch by delicious inch.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I raised my eyes to meet his, maintaining eye contact as he began to move his hips in shallow thrusts. The intensity of his gaze made me feel exposed in a way the ropes never could. It was like he could see into my soul, could read every secret desire I’d ever had.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my stretched lips. “Taking my cock so well while all tied up. My perfect boy.”
Pride swelled in my chest at his words. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to please him, to be worthy of his praise. Without the use of my hands, I had to rely solely on my mouth, working him with my tongue and lips as best I could.
Connor’s breathing grew heavier, his grip in my hair tightening as he began to thrust more deeply. I relaxed my throat, taking him as far as I could, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes when he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his control slipping. “That mouth feels so good, Ryder.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air, my lips swollen and wet. Before I could protest the loss, he was hauling me to my feet, his strong hands careful of my bound arms.
“You ready to be fucked?” he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded. “Y-Yeah,” I replied, barely able to speak. “I… I prepared.”
“Good boy,” he growled, lifting me off my feet and dropping me onto the bed on my back. “Because it’s been seven years since I felt a tight ass wrapped around my cock and I can’t wait any longer.”
I gasped as my back hit the mattress, the ropes digging into my skin with delicious pressure.
My bound arms were trapped beneath me, forcing my chest to arch upward.
Connor stood over me, his eyes dark with hunger as he quickly shed his clothes, revealing his muscular body inch by tantalizing inch.
The sight of him—all lean muscle and tanned skin marked with scars that told stories I yearned to hear—made my cock throb against the steel ring.
“Look at you,” he growled, climbing onto the bed between my spread legs. “All tied up and no way to escape.”
I squirmed beneath him, testing my bonds. The ropes held firm, making me feel completely vulnerable and impossibly turned on. “Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
Connor reached into his discarded jeans and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
Making a show of it, he unsnapped the cap, squirted some onto his fingers, and began to warm it between them.
Then, reaching down, he pressed one thick finger against my entrance, circling slowly before pushing inside.
Despite my preparation, the intrusion made me gasp.
It had been over two months since I’d been with anyone, and never with someone who took such care with me.
“Relax for me,” Connor murmured, adding a second finger. “I’ll take care of you.”
I forced myself to breathe deeply, my body yielding to his touch. The slight burn gave way to pleasure as he curved his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking upward.
“There it is,” he said with a satisfied smile. “God, you really were looking for this, weren’t you?”
He worked me open with methodical patience, adding a third finger when I was ready. All the while, his other hand traced patterns across my chest, following the lines of rope, occasionally pinching my nipples or stroking my straining cock. I was a writhing mess beneath him, desperate for more.
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need you inside me. I want you cock so bad…”
Connor withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. He positioned himself between my legs, the thick blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His eyes locked with mine, searching.
“You sure about this?” he asked, a moment of tenderness breaking through his dominant facade.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “I want to be your good boy.”
Something shifted in his expression. There was a softening around the eyes, a slight curve of his lips that wasn’t quite a smile but something deeper. Then he pushed forward, breaching me in one slow, steady thrust until he was fully seated inside me.
The fullness was overwhelming, a bliss that was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. This wasn’t a quick fuck in a bar bathroom stall. This was care, surrender, and complete submission.
I felt Connor’s hands grip my hips, anchoring me as he began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my bound body, the ropes across my chest tightening with every breath I took.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his pace measured and controlled. “Goddamn…”
My eyes rolled back as he hit that spot deep inside me, making my cock leak against my stomach. Without the use of my arms, I was completely at his mercy, unable to touch myself or him. All I could do was take what he gave me, and God… what he was giving me was incredible.
“Connor,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Please... harder.”
He responded immediately, his hips snapping forward with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the small cabin.
His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.
I wanted those marks. Wanted physical proof that I’d been his, even after we had to go our separate ways again.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep and rough.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between us in that moment was electric, something raw and primal that transcended the physical act.
“You feel that?” he asked, grinding deeper. “Feel how perfectly you take my thick cock? How my dick is grinding against your prostate just right? It’s like you were made for this. Made for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the word barely audible as pleasure overwhelmed me. “Only for you.”
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me completely as his hips maintained their relentless rhythm. I was surrounded by him—his taste, his scent, his strength.
My bound arms dug painfully into the mattress beneath me, but the discomfort only heightened my arousal. The slight edge of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure created a cocktail of sensations that had me teetering on the edge.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling my balls tighten despite the restrictive ring. “Connor, I’m so close.”
He shifted his angle slightly, hitting my prostate with each powerful thrust. But his hands remained on my hips, my cock straining against the ropes and the cock right without the slightest hint of a touch.
“Not yet,” he growled against my lips. “You don’t cum until I say so. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, fighting against the mounting pressure. The ring helped, making it harder to reach that final peak, but Connor’s skilled touch was pushing me dangerously close.
His pace increased, his control beginning to fray at the edges. I could feel him swelling inside me, knew he was getting close too. His hands on my hips tightened and I felt his balls slapping against my ass.
“You’ve been so good for me,” he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “And I think good boys deserve a reward.” He leaned down close once more, angling his cock just right. “Now cum for me.”
The words had barely left his lips when I was hit with the most intense orgasm of my life.
Straining against the cock ring, I erupted in thick ropes across my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin as I arched off the bed.
My vision blurred at the edges, and I couldn’t stop the cry that tore from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“That’s it,” Connor groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. “You’re fucking beautiful when you cum for me.”
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when I felt him drive his cock to the hilt with a growl. His thick cock pulsed inside me as he filled me with cum. The sound he made—half growl, half my name—was something I wanted to remember forever.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure as we both struggled to catch our breath. The rope harness dug into my skin beneath him, a delicious reminder of my submission. I turned my face to nuzzle against his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that clung to his skin.
“Holy fucking shit,” I finally managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.
Connor chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into mine. “Worth the wait?”
“God, yes,” I sighed, then shifted uncomfortably. “But my arms are starting to go numb.”
He immediately pushed himself up, concern replacing the sated look in his eyes. “Let me get you untied.”
With careful movements, he pulled out of me and helped me roll onto my side. I winced at the slight emptiness I felt, already missing the connection. His hands worked quickly on the knots, loosening the rope that bound my arms.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, massaging blood back into my wrists once they were free.
“Amazing,” I answered truthfully. “A little sore, but in the best possible way.”
He smiled, a genuine expression that reached his eyes and made something flutter in my chest. “You did so well,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to each of my wrists. “My perfect boy.”