Page 25 of On Your Knees

Images come to me now as I sit here, hard again, looking at him. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked until I came. It felt like I was dying. It felt like I was… reborn.

But then I got scared, and everything went cold. I don’t quite know why that happened, but I can’t think about it right now. My memory skips past that to Ethan showing me the cage.

My eyes drift to his groin, but his jeans hide the truth. I want to see it again. I want to understand.

Ethan says, “Dinner will be here soon. Do you want a drink?”

My eyes lift to his face. He’s so much calmer now. But I’m not. I need… something.

“Levi. Do you want a drink?”

I don’t have words to answer him. I don’t have thoughts. I plant my elbows on the counter. I lean forward and bury my face in my hands.

I hear Ethan’s footsteps. My skin tightens with goosebumps as he comes to stand behind me, but I keep my face buried because I don’t know what to do with myself. Ethan’s right arm hooks around my torso. He pulls me out of my chair. He’s not rough. He does it slowly, in a way that has me complying without thinking.

When I’m on my feet, still bent forward, still with my face in my hands, his other arm snakes around me. His body curves over mine. My ass is tugged against his groin, against the cage. My cock, stiff and aching, twitches up against his arm.

His lips brush my ear. He whispers, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me to touch you.”

“Please—touch me.”

Ethan’s right hand moves to my dick. I moan when his fingers curl around it. I feel it twitch and jerk in his light grip. His other hand moves up to my throat and starts massaging there as he begins stroking my cock.

“Oh my God,” I murmur as waves of arousal roll through my body.

“Oh no, baby,” Ethan rumbles as his thumb smooths my precum around my cockhead, “God isn’t here. It’s just us.”

I moan and shudder as he strokes me. He reaches down to my balls and plays with them, rolling and tugging them. I whine pleasurably at the unfamiliar sensations. I didn’t know they could feel like that. My cock throbs and leaks. Ethan’s hand sweeps back up to my tip to catch the precum, using it to lubricate me.

“Mm, you leak so beautifully,” Ethan murmurs, stroking. “Give me more.”

He starts squeezing my throat like he’s squeezing my cock. Then he grips my balls and tugs me harder against him, forcing me to bend until my face is pulled away from my hands. I hover over the counter, the black marble blurring in front of me. My whole existence is in my cock and my throat, in his hands.

He squeezes, strokes, and tugs until I’m utterly mindless. I can hear myself moaning, and my own sounds ratchet my arousal. But what I really love is the way Ethan is curled around me. His body is hot and shuddering. He’s rocking against me, forcing my body into a sexual rhythm that I’ve never felt but instinctively know.

His breath feathers the hair behind my ear, and his words slip in like a thought of my own: “You want to come.”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me to make it happen.”

I moan instead. It’s not enough. It’s not what he’s demanded. His thumb sweeps across my tip and his voice is back in my ear, rasping and ruthless.

“Say it. Please make me come—say it.”

“Please,” I gasp, “make me come.”

“Mm,” he rumbles in my ear. Then he strokes me harder. He squeezes my throat. I whimper as my body tightens, then he clamps his teeth on the crook of my neck and I explode.

I scream as I start coming. My cock kicks in his hand and my throats strains against his grip, but it’s the bite I feel the most, like it locks me to him as I thrash and jerk through the most intense physical experience of my life. But it’s more than physical. I feel everything, and yet I’m outside of myself. I’m free of myself.

As I buck and moan and cry out through the waves of my orgasm, Ethan holds onto me, and it feels so good.

But it fades of course. My body calms. I come back to myself, and I start to worry that Ethan’s going to pull away like he did before.