It was like some weird equalizing force. The more vulnerable I became physically, the more vulnerable he became emotionally.
Maybe that was why he needed the restraints, the control. Because without them, he'd have to face how much of himself he was revealing.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more teasing, he pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss, followed by another shift as Ricard moved in front of me. “Open,” he commanded softly.
I looked up, seeing his cock right in front of my face; hard and thick. I parted my lips, and he slid himself into my mouth with a groan that made my own cock throb in response.
“Good,” Ricard murmured, one hand resting on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. “Take me.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking eagerly as he started off slow, shallow thrusts that grew deeper. The position was awkward since I couldn’t move much, but the restraints added a thrill that left me craving more. His flavor, salt and heat, filled me, pushing me further into a haze of desire.
Ricard's breathing picked up, his thrusts growing more forceful. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, wanting to please him.
But just when I thought he might finish this way, he pulled back. His cock slipped from my mouth with a wet sound that would’ve embarrassed me if I weren’t so lost in the moment.
“Not yet,” Ricard said roughly, his breath a little ragged. “You feel so good,mon cher.”
He stepped behind me again, breathing hard, and then I felt the head of his cock pressing at my entrance. Even with the preparation, there was resistance; that moment of hesitation before he pushed past me, groaning as he slid deep inside in one smooth thrust.
God, that fullness. It was overwhelming, yet somehow still not enough. I yanked against the restraints, the leather biting into my wrists as pleasure surged from within me.
Ricard paused, letting me adjust as his hands smoothed over my sides. When he began to move, it started slow, deep strokes that had me gasping as they rubbed against my prostate. His grip tightened on my hips, and his pace picked up, leaving me scrambling for something to hold on to.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust harder, faster. “So tight. So perfect.”
His voice wrapped around me like a physical caress, making me moan and clench around him, which earned another grunt from him. I lost track of sensation, the way he filled me, the pressure against the bench, the rhythm of his thrusts pushing me as he took control.
“Look at you,” Ricard said, never losing rhythm. “Taking everything I give you. So good for me.”
His praise made me shiver with desire. I strained against the binds as the tension built inside of me, coiling tighter. I was close, teeteringon the edge but craving more contact, more friction, more of what he could give.
“Ricard,” I moaned, the heat intensifying with each thrust. “Ricard, please.”
He sank deeper, each thrust hitting that perfect spot, and I welcomed every inch of him, relishing the ache between us. I wanted it all, to feel every inch of him, losing myself in the friction, in the way my body responded to his.
With one last, powerful thrust, Ricard groaned, his body stiffening above me as he came, cock pulsing deep inside.
As that wave of sensation crashed over me, I felt suspended in bliss, fully surrendered to him. There was something powerful about the submission, knowing my bound body had given him that much pleasure.
Time lost meaning as Ricard's hands smoothed over my lower back. The straps fell away one by one, and he lifted me, cradling me against his chest, carrying me to the bed. When the mattress enveloped us, I blinked up at the ceiling, limbs limp, though my cock still ached with need.
Ricard’s silhouette hovered over me, backlit by afternoon light filtering through the curtains. His cock was already hard again, glistening and ready.
“Again?” My voice broke, ragged. My hips ached, but seeing him like that stirred a heat low in my belly.
His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, sending jolts of excitement to every nerve. “Only if you want,” he rumbled, voice thick with desire. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I should’ve said no, that it was too much. That my head was getting messed up with all of this, separating reality from fantasy. Should’ve wrapped myself up in professionalism like it was armor.
But instead, I arched into his touch, my body giving in before I even thought about it.
“Oui,” Ricard breathed, like it was a prayer. He settled atop me, his mouth crashing down onto mine, all heat and urgency. My legs fell open at his command, and he pressed himself against me. I gasped at the stretch, a heat pulling through me.
“Shh.” He paused, forehead on mine, breaths mingling in the tight space. “I’ve got you.”
“Yeah, you’ve got me,” I replied, feeling a rush of hot flushes.
And then—he thrust into me, deep, pulling everything from me. This wasn’t gentle; this was wildfire, urgency, hips snapping hard enough that I could feel the bed frame shake. I clawed at his back, every thrust drawing sounds from me I didn’t even know I could make. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my pulse as his hand slid between us, his thumb circling my leaking cock.
