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“You have any more questions?”
“Plenty. Why?”
I stand up. “Because I’m about to have your dick in my mouth and won’t be able to answer them.” I take a few steps to get to him and drop to my knees between his legs. “What are your questions?” I ask, reaching for the button of his jeans.
“What’s your real name because I know it isn’t Kaspian.”
I pull the zipper down. “Kaspian is legally my name now.”
He lifts his hips to allow me to pull the material down.
“Where are you from? And don’t say Maine or Massachusetts or anything else with an M.”
I reach into the slit in his boxer-briefs and wrap my fingers around his cock. “Texas.”
“That’s a lie.”
“Florida.”
He puts his hand in my hair, pulling the strands taut. “Stop fucking lying.”
I lick my lips while I stare into his eyes and start stroking his cock. “Why do you want to know?”
His attempt to stay focused on his questions is threatened with every upstroke of his dick. I swirl my fist around his head, teasing the sensitive glans.
“Answer this, then,” he rasps, loosening his grip on my hair. “You said you saw me around town.” He moans when I give his cock a squeeze at the base. “Said something about me drew you in, and that’s why you started looking into me.”
“Mm,” I moan, drawing my fist up his shaft to see a drop of pre-cum emerge from the slit.
“That wasn’t true, though. You already knew who I was, didn’t you?”
I pause my movements and look up at him. “Yes. I already knew you.”
Before he can open his mouth to ask more questions, I slide his cock across my tongue until it touches the back of my throat.
I worship his dick with my tongue, lips, and hands. I have him grunting and cussing, and I almost think I’ve gotten him to forget his line of questioning.
He moves to stand up, making me do the same. “Come here.”
I follow him as he makes his way upstairs. We enter his bedroom but he quickly heads for another door. “Lube is in the drawer. Prep yourself before I get back unless you want it to hurt.”
He closes himself in the bathroom while I do what he says. Naked and under his covers, I stretch my hole with my fingers, dying to feel him inside me again. He’s gone for several minutes, and just when I’m starting to wonder if it was a door to another dimension instead of the bathroom, he returns.
“I was kinda hoping you’d be naked,” I say, noticing he put on a pair of sweats while he was in there.
“Soon.”
He yanks the covers back to reveal my naked body, his nostrils flaring at the sight, and then he straddles me, taking my hands in his.
Transferring both my wrists to one hand, he uses his other to reach behind him and massage my balls as he grinds against my dick. He dry humps me for several seconds before his hand comes back up, pausing at his pocket to procure a pair of handcuffs that he promptly secures around my left wrist.
“What the fuck?”
He fastens the other end to the wooden post that stretches across his headboard before getting off me. Standing at the side of the bed, he digs into his pocket and produces a small pocketknife before stripping naked.
“Planning on torturing me?”
“If that’s what it takes,” he says as he crawls between my legs. “Do I need to secure your other hand or are you going to be a good boy?”
