Chapter 53 Violet Worship #4
It’s similar to the one I wore in Rome. I prepare to wrap it around his head as I’ve done before but pause before him as he opens his eyes, and they widen.
A soft limit for him is blindfolds. He’s prone to panic attacks if he can’t see me.
Given the lace is thin, he could see through it, and it may mirror what we’d done in Rome.
I hold it up, and his breathing picks up. “It’s thin lace, even folded, you’ll be able to see a little.”
He swallows, sudden fear rippling through him. I bring it down, moving closer to cup his face and stroke his cheek. Leo rasps, “Yellow.”
“You need to see me, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy for telling me.” I kiss his forehead, and he relaxes. “Then I’m putting it in your mouth.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I place another kiss on his temple, moving a hand down to a nipple clamp and flick it. He twitches, and then I tighten it. He jostles in response. I do the same with the other. He then visibly relaxes more.
“Better?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Open your mouth.” I fold the lingerie again, putting as much as I can into his mouth. He groans, jaw moving as he practically chews on the fabric. “You should be able to spit that out if you need, otherwise use your hand signals.”
He makes the signal for green in his left hand.
I can do this. I’m in control. You’ve planned this for weeks.
My hands run over his thighs. Leo shudders under my touch as I trace over the scars on his stomach and the lines of his tattoos.
His skin prickles as I pull over the cushion to kneel on before him.
Leo mumbles something against the lingerie in his mouth, restraints jostling.
I flick my gaze to them, seeing no hand signal.
My hands move over to his cock, ignoring the distant worry in the back of my mind.
I’m in control.
I flick my eyes to every restraint. He can’t touch me. He can’t force me. He can’t do anything. I’m in utter control and he’s at my mercy, not the other way around.
“You once told me you could live the rest of your life without your cock being sucked,” I whisper, and Leo’s legs twitch, making the spreader bar open a bit more. He groans as I look up at him under my lashes. His eyes are blown wide as he stares down at me. “I don’t think you deserve such a fate.”
I stroke his cock once more as he mumbles just before I dip my head closer.
My tongue traces over where my fingers had been teasing him.
Leo’s body goes rigid, head leaning back as I do it again.
Stomach clenching, and telling myself I can do this, I bring his dick into my mouth.
I go as deep as I can, sucking on him as he sucked on my own.
Leo groans, restraints clinking and straining.
The worry vanishes as I keep going, realizing into each second he truly can’t do anything.
I focus on Leo as he moans, hips wanting to jut up, but are stopped due to the spreader bar and thigh restraints.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I try to remember how to do this.
Leo doesn’t seem to mind given his cock has been caged most of the afternoon.
His words are muffled by the lingerie in his mouth as I bob my head, gripping the base.
Leo’s moans become louder, arms flexing as he trembles.
I lick him one last time, popping his cock out of my mouth while I continue to work him with my hand.
I stand, moving my hand over his slicked member as I reach up and pull the lingerie from his mouth.
“Mistress,” he whimpers, sweat covering him as I see him awaiting my command.
“Come for me,” I finally instruct, and then tug off one clamp and then the other. Leo lets out a bark of release, body spasming. His cum coats my hand, dripping to the floor, as I help him ride the orgasm out. His face twists with pain, pleasure, and relief.
“Good boy…” I kiss his jaw, “…my very good Leo.”
He pants as I sweep his hair back, and then kiss his temple.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
Smiling, I kiss him on the lips.
After that, I release him from all his restraints, taking the cuffs off completely.
Finally, I take the collar off after I instruct him to take a shower.
While he does in the playroom’s bathroom, I clean up the areas used.
Setting aside toys to sanitize and putting away others in the dresser.
Almost done, I have to stop as that twinge of pain comes back near my tailbone, followed by a wave of dizziness.
My hand clutches the handle of my crutch, leaning into it. Leo comes up behind me, naked with only a towel around his hips as he wraps an arm around my waist. He kisses my neck, then helps me finish cleaning. Lastly, I put cream on some of the more marked areas of his skin.
It’s not long before we’re in the television room, starting up a newer Nicholas Cage film. Chinese takeout is on the coffee table, and there’s ice cream waiting in the fridge. We’re dressed in comfortable clothes and fuzzy socks as I tug the blanket up. Leo adjusts in his seat with a heavy sigh.
“Didn’t tucker you out, did I?”
“No, my ass hurts.”
I immediately start laughing at the deadpan in his voice, unable to hold it in as I practically fall over. Leo grabs me to pull me into his lap, smiling down at me with his eyes shining.
“Oops,” I say.
“No, I enjoyed every fucking moment.” He takes my hand, kissing just above my rings. “Knowing you’d take care of me, in every single way.”
I kiss his knuckles next. “Always, mister Americano.”
“Always, my dear Watson.”
I settle into my husband’s arms, content and proud of how far both of us have come.