At the thought of touching me, he seems to momentarily forget how close he is to coming, and that sends a zap of pride through my chest. He’s still tied up and blindfolded, so I spread lube on both of our dicks while Chad cries, “More, oh God,” then position myself on top of his thighs so our cocks are lined up, and wrap my hand around both so I can work us together.
“Your cock feels incredible against me, Princess,” I tell him, giving him the praise I know he loves.
“Mm-hmm,” he moans. It’s so loud and filthy with absolutely no ounce of shame. It flares every possessive desire in me.
His dick slides against mine as we both thrust into the tight channel of my fist, and he cries out again, desperate for permission to come.
“Please, Sir. Please. I need to come. Let me come. Please. I’ll do anything.”
I’m kind of surprised he didn’t ask for specifics about what I’m doing since he’s still blindfolded and can’t see me. He must be even further gone than I realized. I thrust my hips a few more times, really enjoying the drag of each barbell in my Jacob’s Ladder as our dicks shift against each other’s.
“Please. Please.” He’s chanting it now, and it sounds like he’s ready to cry. I’m shocked he’s lasted as long as he has and decide to give him what he’s so desperate for.
“Okay, Princess. Come for me.” I finally grant him permission, and he cries out instantly. Chad’s whole body curls inward as his dick pulses in my grip, coating my hand and his stomach. His orgasm seems to go on and on before he finally relaxes back, looking completely spent. “Good boy.”
I shift so I’m kneeling between his legs, looking down at Chad’s perfect body, covered in his own release, with small pink spots where the candle wax had been on him, evidence of what I did to him. I love it. He might not have any tattoos, but tonight Chad is wearing marks I put there, and I can’t even pretend like I’m not obsessed with them.
A few quick tugs on my dick is all it takes for me to finish and add my release to his chest as well. Marking him with even more of me. Fuck, it’s hard to look away from such a pretty sight.
After a few long moments to catch my breath and force myself to actually move, I peel myself off him to remove his blindfold and wrist restraints.
He barely moves, just sighs happily. Seeming totally blissed out as I lie down next to him and pull him in close to me. He’s all smiles as he stares off at nothing. I offer him some of the water from my nightstand, and cover us with my duvet.
He did so good for me.
This whole night has felt like a fever dream, but Chad didsuch an amazing job submitting to me, and I want to make sure the aftercare is enough that he might do it again.
19
CHAD
Ifeel all floaty again, but this time it feels more intense. Almost like that one time in college when I’d smoked weed. I didn’t like the feeling then, but I like it now, and it’s probably because of John. It’s not just lightheadedness, it’s like my limbs are filled with air instead of bones. Everything feels soft around the edges.
“Do you feel all floaty too?” I ask, my words slurring a smidge as I squint at him beside me.
He smiles softly at me and it makes my heart happy. “No, I don’t, but that loopiness you’re feeling might be subspace. It’s normal. You just went through an intense experience, and this is the comedown.”
Subspace. Huh.
Must be why my body feels heavy and weightless at the same time. My skin is extra sensitive, and my heart feels open, almost like it’s more vulnerable, but in a good way.
“Oh,” I say dreamily, snuggling back into John under the covers. The world outside the bed feels very far away. I just want to exist right here, tucked into him, breathing him in. He rubs myback slowly; each pass of his hand anchors me a little more and keeps me from drifting too far.
“Are you ready to talk about what we just did together yet?” John asks me after it feels like we’ve been lying here for hours, but it also might have only been a couple of minutes.
“Yeah, mm-hmm,” I mumble, still half melted into the mattress even though I do feel a bit more awake.
“How did you like the cockwarming?” he asks casually.
“The what?” I immediately ask. My brain must still be catching up even though I’m sure the fog has lifted and my thoughts feel less syrupy.
“Cockwarming,” he repeats, completely straight-faced. “When you put your mouth on me while I worked on that quote.”
“Oh my God. I thought it was a fancy kink word for a handjob so I didn’t look it up, like maybe you’d warm someone’s cock with your hands by rubbing them together like you’re starting a fire.” I can’t help but laugh as I continue. “Oh, or maybe like literally blowing on it to warm it up. Unlike a blowjob that actually involves a lot more sucking than blowing. I’ve always thought that was weird. I didn’t know what it was, but I thought it sounded fun.”
“Jesus, Chad. You really shouldn’t just?—”
I cut him off before he can finish scolding me. “Don’t worry, I have the stoplight system, and we never even got close to yellow. Plus I trust you.”
