Chapter 7 #2
I gaze at him, memorizing his beautiful face before he secures the blindfold over my eyes, blocking out all the light. My breath catches in my throat. I’m already relaxing. The trust I have for him is almost overwhelming.
“Still good?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy. Green.”
He plies me with kisses, on my lips, and then all over my face and chest, each one soft, tender, and wonderful.
Unable to move or see, I need to guess where the next kiss is going to land.
Some take me by surprise, making me squirm or giggle.
Others follow naturally from the one before, leaving me gasping.
I’m so hard and desperate for him I could burst.
“I want you, Daddy.”
“Patience, baby.” His Dom voice makes me shiver.
It’s different from other guys I’ve played with. Their voices were stern, bordering on cold. His is warm and comforting, like a hug on a cold winter night.
“This is what’s going to happen after I’ve put the headphones on you.”
I still myself, so it’s clear I’m listening.
“I’m going to take my time warming your ass up.”
I shiver.
“Then I’m going to fuck you. Slowly. Gently. I’ll take good care of you, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“If you’re worried at all, use your safewords.”
“I will.”
“You will not come until I kiss you on the lips.” He pauses. “Unless orgasm control isn’t something you’re into?”
“I am, Daddy.”
I imagine him smiling. “That’s good, because I love it. I love refusing to allow my boy to come until I’m ready for him to.”
“I want that, Daddy. Take control of me. Take care of me.”
“I will. Remember: the only kiss that counts is on the lips. I will kiss you anywhere I please, but you cannot come until I kiss your lips.”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“Headphones next.”
I almost ask him not to, because I adore his voice so much. But I don’t. I stay quiet. I asked for this. I want it. I want to feel nothing but him.
The headphones fit snugly over my ears, blocking out all sound. Now there’s nothing. No light, no sound, no movement, just the softness of the mattress, and the brush of Emmet’s body against mine.
The sudden chill of lube against my hole makes me gasp.
He warms it up, massaging my hole as he does so.
I groan, the sound reverberating within me.
He kisses a trail over my stomach. I arch my back, bringing my skin closer to his lips.
He rewards me by slipping a finger inside me.
Oh, god, it’s more intense than normal. Intense in a good way.
Being robbed of my other senses means I’m feeling more than usual.
Every touch of his lips, every stroke of his finger, is so much more wonderful.
He pushes his finger deep, stroking my prostate like he wants me to come undone, even though I’m not allowed to.
I’ll hold onto my orgasm. I’ll show him I can be a good boy.
A good boy.
I’ve never thought of being one before. I’ve been a sub plenty of times. Had my orgasms denied on several occasions, but I’ve never wanted to obey or please so desperately. I want Emmet to be proud of me. To praise me. To call me his ‘good boy’. What is this man doing to me?
I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the foreplay part of sex this much.
Usually, my partner and I are in a rush to get it done.
Sex is the main event, but Emmet makes foreplay an art form.
I’m a panting mess, but I’m still, thanks to the restraints.
How many fingers has he got inside me now?
I have no clue. I can tell he’s stretching me nicely, but it’s so good that I don’t want him to stop.
Except I kinda do, because I want his cock inside me so bad.
He’ll get there when he wants to. He’s in control.
Oh god, he can do anything he wants to me.
I’m floating. My sense of touch is in hyperdrive.
I’m sensitive everywhere. Every time his lips brush over my skin, electricity sparks between him and me.
This was the best idea I’ve ever had. Have I discovered a new kink?
It’s a new to me kink, anyway. Is Emmet enjoying it? I hope he is.
I gasp and then whine. Where did his fingers go?
I want them back. No. Wait. If he’s taken his fingers out of me, it’s because he’s about to put his cock inside me.
Thank fuck for that. My balls are heavy and tight, and my cock is aching.
Will I come the moment he thrusts inside me?
I can’t. I’m not allowed. Not until he kisses me on the lips.
The mattress depresses on either side of my head.
His body is warm as he slides between my splayed legs, his skin soft against mine.
He nudges the head of his cock against my hole.
I need him. I groan to prove it to him. Then he’s slipping inside me, slowly and gently.
I quiver around him. He feels so good. I think I might say that out loud, but I can’t be sure.
I relax around him, allowing him to glide back and forth.
In me. Over me. I can’t do anything except feel him and, fuck, it’s all I want to do.
I want this sensation to last. It’s wonderfully intense.
I’m quivering with need, on the brink of an orgasm that I’m sure is going to blow my mind, but holding it back because I want to be a good boy. His good boy.
He’s still kissing me. On my jaw, neck, throat, shoulders, forehead, even the tip of my nose, which melts my heart.
Everywhere but my lips. I don’t know how long he’s been fucking me, only how deliriously happy I am and how amazing it is.
I’ve never been this relaxed, still, or at peace during sex.
It’s always been fast and frantic, driven by a desire to reach a climax.
But this… this is different. It’s slow and sensual and…
perfect. There’s no other word for it. For now, he’s my entire world.
There is nothing but him. His breath on my skin, the warmth of his body, the dampness of sweat, his rigid length inside me, which fits so perfectly it’s like we were made for each other.
Then his lips crash over mine. His tongue is in my mouth, and he’s kissing me with so much passion and desire, I swear we’ll combust. I let myself come, my orgasm hitting me with such force, it leaves me breathless.
He comes at the same time, our bodies shuddering in unison.
I’m trembling and gasping. Everything is too much and not enough.
He holds me, kissing me, taking care of me, like he promised he would.
Like he’s been doing this whole time. He’s such a good Daddy.
I whimper as he slides out of me. There’s a lump in my throat that I can’t explain. A prickle behind my eyes that seems misplaced. I’m happy. So happy. The sex was next-level great. So why, why am I about to burst into tears?
More kisses as he caresses me gently. He releases my wrists and ankles from the restraints, but I don’t move, other than to let my legs flop onto the bed.
My knees are a little sore from being bent for— How long?
I have no idea. He rubs my wrists and ankles and then kisses his way around each of them in time.
Then he removes the headphones. I didn’t realize his apartment was so noisy.
Our breathing hits me first, exhausted but happy.
Then the sound of children playing, a dog barking, the honk of a horn, and the rumble of car engines.
It’s so loud. He kisses me behind my ear and strokes my jaw.
“How are you, baby?”
“Amazing, Daddy.” I lick my lips, tasting him on them.
“Are you ready for me to take the blindfold off?”
I nod.
He removes it with as much care as everything else. Even though the curtains are closed, there’s still too much light. I blink until my eyes adjust.
“I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
I nod to show I’ve understood. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. I’m floating and so damn satisfied, but that sensation of being on the edge of tears is getting stronger.
When he returns, I sniff and whimper, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? What for, baby?”
I shrug hopelessly.
“Crying after an intense scene is natural, baby.” He cleans me up, lies beside me, and pulls me into his arms, kissing and stroking me.
“It is? It’s never happened before.”
He chuckles. “Maybe this is the most intense scene you’ve ever experienced.”
I think about that and realize he’s right. I clutch hold of him, needing to be as close to him as possible. “That was so good, Daddy. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I couldn’t hear you or see you?”
“I could tell how much you were enjoying it and how much you wanted me.” He kisses me softly. “I hope you could tell how much I wanted you.”
“Yes.”
He kisses my forehead. “Rest for as long as you need. I’ve got you.”
I smile and close my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”