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He, however, was still frustratingly clothed. All he had lost were his shoes, the rest of him still denied to me.
“I’ve had some experience,” I argued.
He held my gaze, an unyielding force behind his eyes. Then, he sighed and leaned back, straddling my hips. “If you aren’t going to be completely honest with me, we aren’t doing this,” he said. “For this to work we have to trust each other. Otherwise, it’s too dangerous.”
I shut my eyes. Fine. I wanted this too much to walk away. “I’ve never been tied up before. I’ve done simple things like handcuffs and gags, but no one I’ve been with has ever been comfortable exploring bondage like that before.”
“Donovan, look at me.”
There was a hesitation I couldn’t fully shake off, but I opened my eyes. He wore a soft expression, almost…happy? “I’m not going to run away,” he promised. He ground his hips against me, his dick harder than before.
An uncontrollable desire to take him all the way into my throat and let him use my mouth like a fuck toy rose up inside of me, my entire body clenching at the thought. “I want this,” I whispered. After a moment of hesitation, I added, “I want you.”
His thighs gripped me tighter as a shudder coursed through his body. “Since this is your first time I won’t make it too tight. Here are my ground rules: the moment you feel discomfort, tingling, or numbness in your body you tell me. If you need me to stop for any reason, you tell me. Immediately. If I need to stop I will. I’m not going to cover your mouth, so I want you to communicate with me. What’s your safe word?”
I shook my head. He had switched so quickly that I almost couldn’t keep up.
“I don’t know. I’ve never needed one before.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Cupcakes, then. If either of us says cupcakes, we stop immediately. Agreed?”
There was a delicate flush across his face, sneaking down his throat. I finally understood what had snapped him into action. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Neither could I.
“Agreed,” I breathed.
He stretched out his arms and set his palms flat against my stomach. I gasped, the touch sending sparks across my skin. I had never noticed how big his hands were until they were pressed against me.
With slow, intentional movements he slid his hands down my body, not stopping until he reached my cock. I was already desperately hard, and was so turned on I was sure I could cum with little effort. His fingertips played against my skin, pulling a weak whimper from my lips.
“So needy,” he murmured, leaving the bed to grab the rope.
In his absence, I recognized the full extent of what was happening. I was sprawled out, naked on Richard’s bed, ripe for the taking. The reality of the situation only turned me on more, until my body was humming with want, consequences be damned.
He returned, rope in hand, brushing his lips against my ear. “Raise your hands.”
I had never noticed how deep and smooth his voice was. His words poured into me until all that was left inside me was a desire to please him. This was what I had wanted, but never let myself admit. To be controlled. Dominated. Restrained.
He brought my wrists together beneath my chin, my elbows pressed together, and began his work, an artist at his canvas. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, submitting to his control.
Though he worked quickly, it wasn’t rushed. Richard moved his hands with calm intention, like muscle memory had taken over.
Just like he said, he kept them loose enough not to hurt or put any strain on my limbs. But I could feel it.
I could feel everything.
My body had become so sensitive that the fibers of the rope were almost torturous. They were soft, not rough like I had expected, but I wanted more.
“How do you feel?” he whispered as he tied the last knot.
He only had to look between my legs to find the answer. “It’s not enough,” I whined. “I want to cum.”
Richard smiled. “I decide when you cum, pet.” He ran his hands over the rope that bound me, checking his work.
Satisfied, he moved on, dipping down my body. He snickered at the sight of my cock, desire leaking uncontrollably from the tip. “Who would have thought that Donovan Sellers, the rising star of the Calloway Group, was such a whore?”
I could only moan, my cock throbbing beneath his gaze. Every breath I took caused the rope to rub against my skin, with nothing to do to stop it. One of the sections had been placed right above my nipples, and the light friction had already hardened them to points.
