No, definitely.
I woulddefinitelybe able to stop myself before I killed him.
His laughter takes me out of the spiral.
“You are so adorable.”
“I’m an Apex predator.”
“You can be both things at once.”
His hand goes around my throat. I open my mouth, anticipating.
“Breath play?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Bondage? Forced orgasms? Blood?”
“Yes, yes, best not. Might be like blood in the water for a shark.”
His hands are huge, and when he applies pressure to my neck, I immediately feel lightheaded.
This is what I’ve always needed.
Suddenly, we’re moving in the direction of my bedroom.
“You’re okay with at least a little bit of light in your room?”
Gasping, I point to the salt lamps on either side of my bed.
He releases his hold on my neck, moving quickly to turn them on. “Handcuffs? Lube?”
“Side table.” I bite my lip, then say, “Just don’t treat me like a virgin, okay?”
“Got it. Take off your clothes. Lie on the bed. Face up.” As he’s digging, he asks, “When did you last shower?”
“Right before you got here,” I say, undressing as fast as possible.
He takes off his shirt. “How thorough were you?”
I’m distracted by his pretty chest hair, round pecs, and thick brownish-pink nipples. He drops his jeans. He’s a boxers guy with a perfect round belly and thick muscular legs. I can’t decide if I want to put my head between his strong thighs or lick the fat swell of his calves.
His erection strains against the soft-looking cotton.
Is that even going to fit?
“Sy?” he asks, grabbing the blindfold from the side table. “Am I able to rim you? Fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He pulls the blindfold over my eyes.
Fucking relief.
Even the slight glow of the lamps was starting to irritate.
