“Really?” I sounded like a little kid who was just being allowed to walk into a candy store.
“Yes. I trust you,” he said. The certainty behind his words filled me with delight just as much as it excited me. My eye snagged on one of his neckties draped over a chair and yet another genius idea sparked in my head.
“I have another suggestion Mr. Boyscout. Think you can teach me how to tie a knot?”
*
I’d never really experienced a lovemaking session that felt quite like this before. Oren had found the idea amusing but that didn’t prevent him from explaining how I could safely restrain his wrists and pin them to his headboard. I’d removed his shirt but hadn’t let him take the rest of my clothes off just yet, and I found that oddly exhilarating.
“How much longer are you planning on torturing me?” he asked. He was already hard in his pants but I had no intention ofrelieving him of his agony any time soon. The clothes he usually wore hid a powerful body that was probably the most muscular out of the three. I trailed a hand down his torso, relishing the feel of him and his breath hitched. Oh, I was going to enjoy this.
“I haven’t even started yet,” I said mischievously, leaning over to claim another kiss. It seemed that having him restrained left him aching to show his presence in other ways. He maneuvered himself so that one of his legs rested between my thighs and before I could even protest, he’d raised it against my core. I moaned in surprise, jolts of pleasure shooting through me as he tried his best to add as much gentle pressure and friction as he could.
“You just can’t give up control for even a second, can you?” I asked, shoving against his chest as I lifted my hips.
“Oh, come on,” he complained. “Ride it. We both know you want to.”
“What Iwantis to teach you a lesson,” I announced, moving away from him with admitted reluctance.
His eyebrows shot up. “A lesson?”
“Yes. I want to teach you that it’s okay to let go and let someone else take the lead. You don’t always have to carry the burden of responsibility on your own and if the only way to get that message across is to fuck it into your brain, then so be it,” I said.
He blinked at me in surprise. But once he processed my words, his mouth curved into a sexy, horny smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
A chill ran down my spine. I liked hearing that more than I thought I would.
“That’s better,” I praised, running a hand through his hair. “See? You can listen.”
His grin widened, recalling those same words he’d said to me during our last solo play session. I could be his mirror in more ways than one. I began to kiss him again, setting the pace this time. Oren was kind enough to follow my lead, not pushing or trying to speed me up even though I knew he was getting more and more turned on by the way his breathing deepened.
This was the first slip of control he was willing to give me and I wanted more.
My hands began to explore the canvas of his body, my nails lightly scratching whatever spot had him twitching under me. He was a lot more sensitive than I would’ve expected for a guy as tall and broad as he was, but the duality of that drove me crazy.
“You’re behaving yourself,” I mumbled, biting down on his nipple. His hips rocked up as he groaned, and I quickly lavished my tongue over the bruise.
“We both like rules, remember?” he gritted out. “But you’re not making this easy for me.”
“That’s kind of the point.” I ran a hand down his stomach to his crotch and reveled in the sound he made when I began to rub him. “I think I like you like this, Oren. You’re so compliant.”
His eyes fluttered shut and I could tell that he was trying hard to control himself. But that wouldn’t do, not at all. As my hands fumbled around to get rid of his pants and underwear, I continued kissing my way down his body. His biceps flexed against the restraints but he let me play with him anyway.
The first stroke of my tongue seemed to set his body on fire.
He growled, his head dipping back so I could see his Adam’s apple drop. I loved how expressive Oren was, how despite being so quiet in his everyday life,thiswas the one place he let himself be loud. It was another small slip of control and still not enough.
I worked my mouth around him until he was panting, moving my head so that his dick brushed against the inside of my cheeks and the top of my throat. All the while, my hands dug into his hips, trying to pin him in place but it was pointless when he started thrusting into my mouth.
He was a sight to see.
“June,” he moaned. “June, please.”
I plopped my mouth off his cock and began to stroke him, eliciting another round of profanity. “Please what?”
His eyes snapped to mine. Oren was so sexy when he was conflicted. Like earlier, he was caught between two choices, only now it was whether or not he could truly relinquish his control. If he begged for me, it would be an admission that he was fully giving himself over to someone else. It would challenge the part of his mind that relied on doing everything himself. But I could also see how desperately the other part of him wanted that. To be seen, felt, allowed to shatter without judgment.
“Please what?” I asked again, my voice more gentle this time. It wasn’t just a request for power, it was a request for trust.
