Chapter 5 #2
I whimper and his eyes narrow, threat flashing through them.
“That noise…” he growls. “Jude, stop overthinking and grab my dick.”
I nod and I have no idea why. His tone doesn’t leave any room for disobedience, no room for hesitation. My hand moves before I can stop it and it’s heading towards his trousers, reaching for the ties that hold them together before I know what’s happening.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, his teeth nibbling my ear.
Another whine rolls off my chest and he bites a little harder. His hand moves faster, rewarding my effort with more stimulation. More pleasure. More of what I want, and I know this game too.
And I want to play it.
My fingers tug at the cords and they loosen, coming undone with little effort.
I open my palm and run it over his groin, finding his cock underneath the fabric of his trousers, and I run my hand over it.
I don’t grip it. I can’t. Not yet. It’s too new, too much.
Too strange and confusing, even though it’s exciting.
“Stop teasing my cock, Jude.”
His mouth claims mine again and a hand wraps around the back of my head, holding me in place.
His fingers tighten around my cock and it’s a threat of pain, a warning that I need to comply before time runs out.
His tongue asks for more as he asks for more, and my hands pull at his trousers, bringing them down with an awkward, inelegant tug.
He breaks our kiss, leaning back until he’s sitting up.
His cock is as huge as it threatened to be. It’s thick and hard, and the vein running down the center of it is full. It’s impressive, and I bite my lip, nervously praying he won’t make me touch it.
“Good boy,” he says. “I won’t fuck you today. You’re not ready. But you will be.”
I shake my head, and he digs his nails into my erection.
I cry out, and he doesn’t flinch. He waits until the pain subsides, until I’ve recovered enough to make eye contact.
He wants me to look him in the eye when he tells me what’s going to happen, and he wants me to know that I don’t have a choice.
He’s enjoying the discrepancy between us, flaunting it, and he’s getting off on it.
I’m enjoying it too, and I don’t know what to do with it.
“You’ll learn to take me, Jude. I’ll have you obeying me without question. Doing anything I ask. No matter how degrading or demeaning. I’ll have you so well trained I could fuck you in front of all the fucking ocean and you’ll beg me to keep going.”
My cock twitches again, and it doesn’t escape either of us.
“But this is new for you,” he says, smirking. “And I’m feeling generous. So just lie there like the perfect little cum slut you’re desperate to be, and I’ll play with both of us.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, wrapping his free hand around his cock.
“I…”
He hushes me as he strokes my cock, moving both hands in time with each other.
I stare, entranced, as he thrusts into his fist, his hips moving as he fucks his hand in the same heady rhythm with which he plays with me.
I’m so lost, so far gone, in the daze of my arousal that I can’t look away.
It’s too intoxicating, too bewildering. Too goddamn thrilling to do anything but keep watching.
He loosens his grip as he moves faster, and I know he’s trying to match our excitement. He’s moving us closer to climax, but he’s going to control when it happens, timing it so that we’re going to come together.
Probably.
Unless he makes me beg or decides to deny me.
Fuck, I don’t want him to. Not when it feels this good. Not when I’m this excited. The heat in my core is more than I’ve ever felt, and it’s consuming me. It’s all I want, all I know. All I need and more, and I’ve lost all resistance.
I’d do almost anything to come, and I’m sure the asshole knows.
He has me under his control and knowing that only makes me more aroused.
My hips move and he nods, a small gesture of praise that almost tips me over the edge. My dick’s weeping all over the fucking place and I screw my eyes closed, focusing on anything other than the pleasure coursing through me as I try to hold off my orgasm.
Fuck, I’m trying to time my climax with him.
“Eyes on me, slave,” he says.
I quiver and my eyes open to see him staring at me with an intensity that burns through any defenses I had left.
He leans forward a little and the hint of threat is more than enough to heighten my arousal, and I’m so damn close to climax that it feels inevitable.
It feels undeniable. It feels impossible without his permission.
“Come,” he says, simply.
As if it’s nothing to him.
As if it wouldn’t be agony not to.
He jerks my cock roughly, his rhythm becoming frantic as he angles my dick upward.
The pleasure is too overwhelming to hold back and my balls draw up, tightening as my cock swells in his grip.
I shudder and my cock jerks, and then the heat explodes as pleasure rips through me and I spray come all over myself.
I come hard, crying out as my arousal sweeps through me and I’m left panting, dazed and confused.
A hand wraps around my neck and holds me firmly.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I stare through hooded eyes as he thrusts harder and harder into his hand, his rhythm becoming too fast and furious to follow. He’s moving freely, enjoying this and driving himself to climax. He’ll come soon and I let myself relax, watching as he fucks his fist until he’s almost there.
His cock jerks a more erratic motion than mine and he throws his head back, roaring as he comes.
His dick sprays ropes of golden come all over me, painting my chest and abdomen in his orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, pumping himself until he’s sprayed every last drop and taken every last moment of pleasure.
He barely pants, tipping his head forward and staring down at me.
“Good fucking boy,” he says, his fingers trailing through the come covering me. “Open for me.”
My eyes widen in panic and he doesn’t give me time to think, thrusting his fingers into my mouth. They taste salty and sweet, like the sea and caramel, like the heat of fire and the cool of ice.
“Lick them clean.”
I suck, and he offers me a reassuring smile.
He pulls away, gets up, and walks to the other side of his room.
He returns with a blanket and throws it at me.
I catch it by reflex and use it to cover myself up, enjoying the warmth of my orgasm as he kneels next to me.
I don’t flinch as his fingers stroke my face and I stare into his golden eyes, wondering what will happen next.
Or what just happened.
Or what the hell is happening around me, or how I’m going to survive.
I hear a click and ignore it, and then his hand grabs the metal collar around my neck. Heat burns as something welds itself to the shackle and a burst of panic burst through me.
“Easy,” he says. “We can’t have you running away now, can we? Not when I’m just starting with you.”
He turns and walks away, clicking his fingers and extinguishing the light. I pull at the metal chain and it’s unbreakable, and there’s no way I could break this hold. I’m stuck here, or at least within the confines of the chain that’s tying me to the goddamn floor.
“Stop making noise,” he says, as I hear him get into bed. “I’ll make you sleep on the floor unless you behave. I thought you’d earned the privilege of sleeping somewhere comfortable, but now I’m beginning to think I might have been mistaken.”
I settle back onto the couch, unsure what else to do. I can’t escape, and there are only two choices left to me. The sofa is the better option, and I pull the blanket up, hoping he’ll leave me to my thoughts.
“If you want privileges, you earn them, Jude. So be a good boy and don’t try my fucking patience. And don’t clean yourself up. You’ll sleep in the mess you made and be grateful I’m allowing it.”