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A soft click is heard. It’s the handcuffs that are being locked.
I know this because I’m very familiar with that sound. And the feeling of cold metal around my wrists.
I fight against the bondage; but only very slightly; only to signify that I’m trapped under his control. My hands grip the iron bars at the end of the bed and I lean back, awaiting his touch. Many would feel vulnerable and exposed in a position such as this. Lying on the bed, naked and blindfolded, arms chained to those said iron bars. But not I.I turn my head to the side and moan, knowing that words will only enrage him. I must have gotten his attention because the bed sways a little as someone sits down by my side. A hand runs up my leg, teases up and down my inner thigh. “Very eager today, aren’t we?” I hear him say. His voice low and dimmed as it so often is on our little encounters.I know he’s talking about my arousal. I can feel the heat burning between my legs. I’m so hard it hurts, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I want to plead with him to do so though; I want to beg him to take me into his mouth, to do whatever he wants to do with me just as long as he does it now. His hands guides my legs further apart and he lies down between them. My hips eagerly rocks forward before I can stop myself and he laughs.“So willing,” he chuckles, his breath hot against the sensitve skin of my inner thigh. His tongue flicks, out then licks teasingly upwards, up my thigh, over my belly, only stopping once to breathe over my erection. His lips are so close to it I can almost feel them. Then he continues down my other thigh. But not very far. He places both of his hands on my hips, holding me down as his lips nibbles at the head of my cock.I bite down on my lower lip not to cry out loud. He takes me in all the way. His mouth is warm and moist around my shaft. For a moment he stays there, sucking gently on it. Strands of his hair suddenly falls onto my stomach and I whimper at the feather soft touch.With pointed tongue he traces the under side of my lenght. One of his fingers is circeling my opening, deftly teasing it but never probing in. The feeling is abruptly taken away. His mouth stays closed around my cock even as I hear a lid click open. I bite my lip harder, knowing what is to come. A smell of strawberry reaches my nostrils.Without warning two fingers slips into me. Probing all the way in then withdraws, a second passes and then this is repeated, again and again. His free hand travels over my chest, up over my throat and my chin, where finally his fingers forces my lips to part. I suck on them gently as he sucks my cock. He’s speeding up the rhythm of both his mouth and of his fingers sliding in and out of my thight orifice.“...ohgod...” I can’t help it, the words are out before I can stop myself. For a moment all contact is removed from between us. His mouth and fingers are gone. The pressure of his body against mine is also gone. But I know he’s there. I know he’s sitting between my legs. And soon there will be reprisals for my mistake.I wince as he slaps the side of my thigh hard. “No more fun for you,” he says and I can feel him moving.His knees are placed on either side of me. He’s close to my face, the heat of his arousal touches my cheeks, making them flush. “Open your mouth,” he demands and I obey. The tip of his cock rest between my lips. I don’t do anything, just awaits his next order.Another moment goes by, more waiting, he likes to surprise. Suddenly he pushes into my mouth. Even my dimmed reflexes react and I have to fight the urge to gag as he rests far back in my throat. Slowly he starts rocking back and forth.He pulls back my head as his cock is sliding out of it, when he pushes in again he guides me closer to him with a firm hand at the back of my head. He stays silent as always.With a low grunt he pulls out of my mouth and sits back between my legs again. He takes my shaft in his hand and strokes it slowly. “Tell me what you want, Rude.”At first I don’t answer, thinking that this might just be some kind of a test. Then he squeezes my cock harshly and I wince in pain. “Answer me, what do you want?” he hisses.“Whatever you want,” my words are low and muffled. I shiver as something is teasing the tip of my lenght. His thumb I’m guessing.“Not good enough. I asked you what you want, Rude.” I spread my legs even more, arching upwards to meet the pleasure of his hands pumping.“I want you to fuck me.” A soft chuckle. “How?”I grunt as he removes his hand and only his fingers are traveling lightly over my shaft. “Fuck me hard,” I say.Nothing happens. Only the occasional sensation of the tips of his fingers brushing over my cock. “Please, Seph, fuck me hard,” I pant.He chuckles again. “As you whish then,” he says and grabs my legs, puts them over his shoulders. He enters me roughly and abruptly. At first he doesn’t push far into me, just the a little more than the head of his cock. He slides out completely then pushes in again.I fight against my bonds, wanting to touch my aching lenght. Suddenly his head drops against my chest and his tongue flicks over my nipple. He takes it between his teeth as he pushes all the way into me and starts up a fast rhythm.Two hands are placed on my hips and he lifts me up a little, gets up to stand on his knees. Only the upper part of my back rest against the bed as he without any hint of tenderness fucks me. I cry out loud, I have to, I can’t hold it in anymore.His hand covers my mouth, to keep me silent, as he continues pumping in and out of me. “Now you’ll just have to wait till I’m finished with you,” he grunts.The next second he fills all of his seed into me. For a moment more his now soft cock stays inside of me, then slips out of my used and sore passage. He lies me down on the bed again, his hand wrapping around my shaft, pulling it ungently.“This is all you get today,” he mumbles, “you disobeyed me, you know that, right.” It’s not really a question but I answer him still.“Yes, I know, I’m sorry.” “Good,” he says and replaces his hand with his mouth.He sucks so hard it almost hurts. I moan and arch my back as I release. He doesn’t let go until I’ve emtied myself into his mouth, his tongue massaging the under side of my shaft. Even as I fall back onto the mattress he follows, then slowly let’s go. He releases me from my shackles and the blindfold. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, even if the lights in his bedroom are dimmed.He stands up and I watch him, thinking how beautiful he is. His long silver hair hangs over his shoulder until he raises his hand to push it back. It’s not neat and tidy as it usually is. He actually looks a bit ruffled. I smile, thinking that he looks like that for me, it is I who have made him look like that. No one else ever gets to see him like this.He glares at me when he starts getting uncomfortable under my gaze. “What?” he sneeres.I sit up and smile at him. “Nothing.” He mutters something incomprehensible then adds with a certain demanding tone in his voice; “Stay here tonight.” He disappears into the bathroom.I would have stayed anyway, and he knows it. It just gives him some satisfaction in thinking that I do it on his orders. For a moment it’s very silent and I’m wondering if he’s found the things I’ve brought over from my place.I turn the lights out and rest my head on the pillow again as I wait for him. He comes into the bed from my side, hovering above me as his lips claim mine for a fierce kiss, then he rolls over to his side of the bed.“Goodnight,” he says, turning his back to me. I wait for a minute or two, then slip my arms around him, pulling him close to me.He let’s out an annoyed sound, moves away from me a little but I pull him back, pressing him even closer to me than before. Just as I don’t fight agaist his bondage for real, he doesn’t fight my comfort for real.I know that he enjoys sleeping in my embrace. He never said it though. But on more than one occasion have I caught him with nuzzling up against me when he thinks I’m asleep. Besides, it’s not that dark in the room, I can see the smile tugging at his lips right now.I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, kissing it lightly. “Goodnight, Seph,” I whisper. I smile as he grunts. I know how much he hates being called that.
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