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When they had their thin white gloves on, Eli commanded, “Now display angel’s food so I can feed him. At no time whatsoever is your skin to touch his. Understood?”
“Of course, Sir,” they both answered quickly.
“Perfect. Wait—one more thing.” Eli stepped around them to stand between my spread legs. As he reached down, he said, “Oh, the green crystal does something else, angel.”
I felt him touch the crystal and the plug immediately began vibrating. If I hadn’t been so securely tied, I would have jumped off the chair. The feeling was both surprising and sensational. “Fuck!” I hissed as my hands flexed into fists.
“You like that, do you?” Eli asked. A grin spread across his face. “Just wait, it gets better. Slow and then fast. Soft and then hard. I’ll even move it a bit and let it hit your prostate.” He wiggled a finger in front of my face. “Don’t move so much that you knock your food off my new favorite platter though.”
What new favorite platter? What deviltry did he have in mind?
He nodded to Frederick and Tomas. “Go ahead. Carefully. No touches on his skin.”
They moved seductively slowly as they placed the pieces of fruit and cheese in different spots of my body—anywhere they could find a flat spot…which was mostly around my crotch area since Eli had my chair sitting up. By the time they’d finished, a mewling sound tumbled from my lips. Every nerve ending in my body, especially those round my cock and balls, were on edge and begging for touch. The plug, true to what Eli said, changed speeds and rotations, driving me insane. It would stay in one position long enough that I’d think my cock was about to explode with pleasure but then it would change cycles and I’d start all over again. As the small bites of food touched my skin, it felt like a gentle caress…a tease.
My cock leaked continuously, craving more of what was happening and begging for a touch or lick, arching away from my stomach. My balls, trapped within the ropes, were heavy and full to the point of pain—a really good pain. It was too much, but not quite enough. “Please, Eli,” I moaned, needing him to end my torment.
“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be enough,” Eli said and handed them what looked to be a huge tip. As they walked through the balcony doors and then let themselves out of our cabin, Eli stood over me, looking…lustful…craving. Hell, he looked as crazed as I felt. There was a fever in his eyes that made me burn even more than I already burned. I hadn’t thought that was possible.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Please, Eli,” I whimpered again. “I need you to touch me. I need to come. Now. Please let me come!”
He grinned. “I decide when you come, angel…and it’ll be after you eat your lunch. You need to learn some self-control. A little discipline.” He settled down beside me, picked up a morsel of cheese and held it to my lips. “Here, sweetheart. Bon appetit!”****EliLongest—and I have to say, one of the best—afternoons of my life.
Not that I didn’t get off on watching my sweet boy sweating it out until I finally gave in to his pleas and grumpy demands to release him. Dodging his fists and, I admit, laughing a little at his pouty mouth, I managed to pull him into my lap, wrestle the plug out and then let him ride my cock until we were both totally exhausted and sticky with cum, sweat and the food I’d eaten off his delectable skin.
I carried him into the shower then, helped him wash off and then dried his sweet body. I carried him to bed and curled up beside him, pretty tired out by this time myself, and we slept until the last rays of the sun setting over the ocean woke us up by shining directly into our eyes through the open balcony doors.
He rolled over on his side and glared at me. “I’m mad at you,” he said, and I raised one eyebrow.
“You said you liked the ropes.”
“I did.”
I tried hard not to show how happy that made me. He liked the ropes! Inside I felt like butterflies were dancing around everywhere, but I tried not to show my excitement.
“Okay then. And you’re not mad about the waiters? You know I’d never let them touch you, babe. I’d have tossed them both over the side before I let that happen.”
“I know,” he said, reaching out and twirling a piece of my chest hair around his finger. ”It’s not that.”
“Then what, babe? I want you to have fun on this cruise, you know.”
“I know…” he seemed to be deep in thought for a moment and then he finally sighed. “It’s what you said—about me needing to learn some self-control and some…” his mouth turned down and then puffed out into an adorable pout. “Some discipline. I hate that word.”
