Chapter Twenty-Seven Alex
Euan has never looked dangerous until this moment. There’s something in his smile that makes me think I’ll regret choosing option one.
Or really fucking love it.
“I’ll clean up the table, you go sit on the couch and choose a movie.”
A movie is the last thing on my mind right now. Part of me wants to drag Euan to the bedroom and have him fill me up with something bigger than the toy. Is it too late to choose option two? The other part wants to play this game through to the end.
Since I don’t plan to watch the movie anyway, I chose something random. Most of my attention is focused on Euan, moving confidently around my kitchen, like he’s lived here for years instead of a few days.
When he finishes, I expect him to join me on the couch, but instead he walks toward the bedrooms. “Do you mind if I grab the cuffs from your room?”
Maybe I won’t touch you at all. I’ll just watch you drip all over yourself. Does he really plan to tie me up and leave me desperate? Is that what I agreed to when I chose option one?
Do I want to be tied up and neglected is the real question.
Unable to touch myself. Suspended over the edge indefinitely.
As I picture it, my hole clenches around the toy, making it pulse and twitch inside me.
Precum has already spread a dark wet patch across my pajama pants.
Should I take them off? Or is keeping them on part of the game?
Euan is still waiting for an answer.
“Go ahead.” My voice sounds as unsteady as I feel.
About ten minutes later, he returns with the green Plug and Play bag. From the way the sides bulge, it looks like he’s put more than just the cuffs in there.
Euan tucks the bag under the coffee table so I can’t see inside, then he sits right next to me on the couch. “Come here,” he says, spreading his legs wide and gesturing to the space between them.
“You want me to sit between your legs?” The couch is deep enough for it but only if I’m pressed all the way against him.
“Yeah, let’s watch the movie together.”
Curious about his intentions, I settle myself between his legs. The plug continues to shift inside me with every movement, but I’m growing used to it. I glance at the bag again, wondering if he brought something bigger.
Euan wraps one arm around me, holding me in place while he leans forward to grab the remote. He presses play, then tosses the remote to the side, keeping it in easy reach. The second his hand is free, it’s back on me.
The movie begins to play, but it’s only background noise.
All my focus is locked on Euan. One hand caresses up my side before drawing a teasing spiral around my pec, getting smaller and smaller but not touching the target yet.
The other traces a path from my hip to my knee, the tips of his fingers just inches from my cock.
Every time he gets close, it twitches eagerly, trying to get his attention. Then he moves away again.
He doesn’t say anything, pretending to watch the movie.
I’d almost think he’s bored, completely unaffected, if not for the hot, hard length pressed between my ass cheeks.
I lean into him, my back flush against his chest, naked skin to naked skin.
When I arch my neck, he dips his head down and kisses it gently.
Not so interested in the movie now, are you?
“Lean forward,” he murmurs in my ear. “Put your hands on the table.”
It takes a few seconds for my hazy mind to follow his instructions, bracing both hands on the table.
He places one hand on my hip, the tips of his fingers barely pushing under the elastic band.
Then he leans forward, rubbing his erection against my ass.
My eyes close as I eagerly rock my hips back, chasing the sensation.
His cock bumps against the plug, pushing it further inside me, teasing me with what it might feel like to have him there instead of the toy.
Rustling plastic draws my attention, and I peel my eyes open. One by one, Euan sets three toys on the table.
The first is small, though it’s still bigger than the plug. A bright pink, egg-shaped vibrator with a cord attached to the remote. The remote goes up to ten and the word ‘Extreme’ is painted on the side in black letters.
The second is black with a thick bulb on one end and a thin ring on the other. It takes me a few seconds to realize that the ring would slide over my cock, keeping the plug in place.
The last is a blue dildo. It’s small compared to Euan but bigger than any of the other options on offer. There’s another remote with this one, cordless with only one button.
“I think you’re ready for something a little bigger. Pick whichever one you want.”
I dismiss the black one immediately. It looks interesting, but if the ring also vibrates, I’ll come too quickly.
The egg is the easiest, though the ‘Extreme’ has me a bit nervous.
The dildo would probably prepare me better for Euan later.
But if I’m going for something that big, I want the real thing. “The egg.”
Euan kisses the back of my neck and picks up the egg. He leaves the others on the table, as if he still plans to play with them later.
He carefully pulls down the waist of my pants, just like he did when putting in the plug. I lift my ass higher to give him better access, expecting him to remove the plug immediately and swap it for the egg. I should have learned my lesson at breakfast.
Euan takes his time pulling the plug out, letting me feel every inch slowly drag across my inner walls. Then he lets go and I clench reflexively, pulling the toy back inside. “Look at you,” he says, his voice a deep rumble of admiration. “Already so eager.”
“Euan.” His name comes out in an embarrassing whine.
He drags the toy out again, then pushes it back inside, slowly fucking me with it.
My arms tremble as I struggle to hold myself up. On the fifth thrust, he pushes the toy right up against my prostate. Pleasure shudders through me and my left arm gives out, sending me sprawling across the coffee table. The tip of my cock bobs against the cool tabletop, smearing it with precum.
Finally, Euan pulls the plug all the way out and sets it where I can see it. Traces of lube glisten along the edge. My hole clenches and twitches, protesting the sudden emptiness.
He doesn’t leave me empty for long. The egg slides in easily, followed by Euan’s thick fingers as he positions it inside. It stays inert, waiting for him to turn it on.
I think he’s done until he reaches into the bag. What is he—oh right, the cuffs. He pulls out only one pair and dangles it in my view, giving me a few seconds to register its existence, to tell him to stop or slow down.
All that comes out when I open my mouth is a short, impatient moan. I nod to make sure he gets the message.
Carefully, he grabs the arm that gave out and pulls it behind my back. Everything he does is slow and gentle. The cuff closes around my left wrist. The fur inside is so soft it feels more like an embrace than a binding.
My other hand is partially trapped under me, so I have to roll slightly onto my side to free it. As I do, my cheek presses into a puddle of drool on the table I hadn’t even realized I’d made. God, I must look like a fucking mess right now.
The second cuff closes over my right wrist, binding my arms behind my back. He’s laid one on top of the other, elbows bent, resting in the middle of my back.
Euan’s arm goes around my waist, and he lifts me up, repositioning us on the couch so I’m practically sitting on his lap. Then he grasps my jaw and turns me to face him. Embarrassment starts to overcome the arousal as I picture what he must see: bedhead, drool, red cheeks.
But Euan’s eyes are dark with desire and there’s only truth in his voice when he says, “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I can’t hold his gaze when he looks at me like that. Is that really how someone looks at a fuck buddy? No, it’s more like how someone looks at their … husband.
This is probably the worst time to be thinking about our ‘marriage.’ I want to forget about that tangled mess and enjoy the parts of Euan I’m allowed to. “You gonna turn the remote on or leave me unsatisfied?”
The challenge works and the remote turns on. The buzzing is subtle, just enough to feel it. Euan kisses me gently once before settling back against the couch, taking me with him. “Watch the movie,” he says.
I turn my head back toward the screen, but there’s no way I can focus on anything. His left hand has gone back to roaming over my skin, teasing without really touching, while the other clasps the egg’s remote.
Firm fingers pinch my nipple at the same time the vibration increases. I gasp and jerk in Euan’s hold, not sure if I want more or if I want to get away. The pinching eases, turning into gentle circles instead, but the buzzing remains the same, stirring up my insides.
My hips rock restlessly, my cock bobbing in the air, the only thing he hasn’t touched yet. I try to reach for it, but my hands are stuck. It takes me a second to remember the bindings. Head resting on Euan’s shoulder, I turn until my lips brush his beard. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he murmurs, pinching again.
“Not there,” I complain. I tug on my arms, trying to grab his hand and bring it down to where I want him. The cuffs hold firm, leaving me at his mercy. Frustration and arousal combine until I’m wound so tight, I might come from this alone.
Then I remember that once I come, this little scene will end. We’ll go about the rest of our day like normal, and he won’t touch me again for hours.
Maybe he won’t touch me again ever. Maybe he’ll have officially ‘gotten it out of his system’ and I’ll be left with these newly unlocked desires and no idea how to satisfy them.
I should treat this like it’s the last time, just in case. And if it is the last time, I don’t want to come alone. “I want to taste you.”