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I let out a heavy breath, tempted to just dive on him and take what I want. But I manage to snap myself out of it; I have something special planned for tonight and I’m going to see it through. Tearing my gaze from Jack, I stride over to the kitchen bench to retrieve the bag of tricks I’ve collected for this evening’s festivities and bring it back to the living room, setting it down next to the chair.
“What’s that?” he asks curiously.
I offer a teasing smile. “You’ll see.”
I reach into the bag and fish out a pair of fabric cuffs. They’re pretty basic ones with Velcro fastenings and a silver chain joining them together. Ropes are always going to be hotter, but I wanted something simple for Jack’s first time.
I fasten the cuffs to Jack’s wrists and he gives them a bit of a flex.
“All good?”
He nods. “Yep.”
I give a nod of satisfaction and guide Jack’s arms into
position above his head, resting on the back of the recliner. There’s nowhere on this chair for me to fasten the cuffs and make sure he stays like this, but I’ve thought of that, which is why I already have one of my dumbbells in place behind the chair. I retrieve a tether from the bag and link it to the cuffs. Then I fasten it to the weight and adjust the length to give Jack as little slack as possible.
Of course, if Jack really wanted to he could lift the weight from the floor without too much trouble, but it’s an awkward angle for him and it’d be way easier to just unfasten the restraints if he wanted to get free.
“Comfortable?”
“I feel like I’m at the dentist,” he says dryly.
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “You always get bound
naked at the dentist?”
He scowls at me. “Shut up, arsehole. You know what I
mean.”
Unable to help it, I let out a bark of laughter, which only makes Jack scowl harder. I’m not sure when I started seeing that scowl as adorable rather than infuriating, but it’s something that should probably scare me more than it does.
“So sensitive,” I tease, then drop my lips to his and kiss the scowl away.
I manage to tear my mouth away before I can get completely caught up and forget all my carefully laid plans. Fortunately, I came prepared; once I have Jack’s heated gaze covered it’ll be a lot easier to concentrate. I hope.
I retrieve a blindfold from the bag on the floor and fasten it over Jack’s eyes, a weird pang hitting me as they disappear under the fabric. Okay, definitely not up for analysing that right now.
Now that his eyes are covered, I slowly undress, building up the anticipation with every item of clothing that drops to the floor. I see his dick bob as the sound of my fly zipping open cuts through the room. See him swallow down a groan at the sound of my jeans hitting the floor .
I know he wants to see me naked. And who could blame him? I’m not exactly hard on the eye. But it’s not happening tonight. Tonight, it’s all about the teasing.
Quietly, I approach Jack, nudging his legs wide apart and standing between them. I lean forward and take a grip of the chair, right in line with Jack’s shoulder. He lets out a gasp as he registers my proximity, followed by a hissed exhale as I take my dick in hand and glide the head over the very tip of his.
I slide my dick around his shaft and damn, that feels good. He instinctively thrusts up to meet my dick, but I move my hand to his waist, pressing down firmly. “Don’t move,” I order. “Unless I tell you to.”
He swallows, giving a firm nod.
I drop to my knees, my hand gripping Jack’s dick and stroking a couple of times before I wrap my lips around the head and go to town.
“Jesus, fuck! ...Fuck, Alastor! Fuck!” Jack babbles as I swallow inch after inch of his dick, eventually taking the whole thing down my throat. He’s visibly trembling from denying the urge to thrust into my mouth, sweat slicking his body from the effort.
It’s so tempting to just keep swallowing his dick until he blows down my throat—something I can tell is only moments away from happening—but I’ve barely even begun my teasing. I can’t let him come yet.
I release his dick and step away from the chair, retrieving a packet of clothes pegs from the bag on the floor. Turning back to Jack, I find him desperately trying to get a hold of himself, his breathing ragged, his engorged dick bobbing around in agitation.
“Still comfortable?” I ask with a smirk, even though I know he can’t see my face.
