Not Safe for Work(16)

He moaned, the cuffs protesting, as if he were pulling on them in a futile effort to get free. His hips could barely move in this position, but damn, he tried, pushing his cock into my fist.

“I can’t wait to see you tied up,” I breathed. “Not just cuffed, but completely immobile.” I squeezed a little harder, and when he groaned, I added, “So I can do anything I want to you. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Please.”

“So many things I could do. I could spend hours trying new things on you.”

“Oh God…”

“I can’t f*cking wait.” I kissed the side of his neck. “You’ll be in tears by the time I’m done with you.”

“Holy…”

“Is that what you want?”

“So. Much.”

“Good.” I nipped his earlobe, and then whispered, “Now come.”

Not even a second later, a full-body shudder rocked him, and he came, burying his head against the side of my neck and moaning as semen coated my hand and forearm.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. His hips were still jerking, his body trembling against mine. When I slowed my hand, he sighed against my shoulder. “Fuck…”

“You earned that,” I whispered. “I can already tell you’re going to be a perfect sub.”

Rick just whimpered.

I got up—f*ck these knees—and cleaned off my arm. Then I moved behind him to undo the cuffs, and once he was free, I gently guided him to his feet. This time, it was his knee that cracked audibly. A second later, the other did.

“Fucking joints,” he muttered, and winced as he took a step.

“I know the feeling. You all right?”

He nodded. “I’m good.”

To be sure, I wrapped my arm around his waist, and together, we moved toward his bed, both of us sounding a lot older than we actually were. Snapping, cracking and popping all the way, we climbed into his bed and lay back on the pillows.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “Holy shit.”

“You all right?”

“Oh yeah.” His eyelids slid open. “Haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“Neither have I.” I kissed him gently. “And tomorrow night, I intend to make us feel even better. Especially since I want to bring you back to my place. I want you and all my toys in the same room.”

Rick gulped. “God, yes.”

I traced the contours of his abs, his skin hot and his heart pounding beneath my touch. “Only problem is, I don’t even know where to start. Tie you? Fuck you? Maybe flog you a little?”

He bit his lip and wriggled beneath my touch. “Anything.”

“Maybe you should come over early, then. So we have plenty of time.”

Rick nodded vigorously. “Whenever you want me there.”

How about now? Right f*cking now?

“Tell you what.” I slid my hand downward, and as I ran a finger along his groin, making him gasp, I said, “At the end of tonight, we’ll decide when we’ll meet tomorrow. Because then I’ll know if either of us will still be able to walk.”

He met my gaze, eyes wide.

I stroked his balls lightly. “Did you think we were done tonight?”

“I was hoping we weren’t.”

“Oh. Don’t you worry. We’re not.”





Chapter Six My house wasn’t much compared to Rick’s, but that was hardly going to be a surprise for either of us.


After I’d showed him around briefly, I took him to the basement door. “Just so you know,” I said, “this is the only door between here and the front door that locks, and that’s only so my kids don’t stumble across anything.” I opened and closed it a few times. “It’s unlocked now, and it’ll stay that way.” Gesturing down the stairs, I added, “The door to the actual room closes but doesn’t lock. You can leave any time.”

Rick nodded. “Good to know.”

Our eyes met. If he was nervous, he didn’t let it show.

I started down the stairs. All the way down, I couldn’t help grinning—I always got a little thrill out of bringing someone into my “dungeon” for the first time.

At the dungeon door, I turned around and gestured at a small table pushed up against the wall. “You can leave your clothes there.”

Rick tensed. “I beg your pardon?”

I nodded toward the table. “Leave your clothes there.”

He watched me for a second and then started unbuttoning his shirt. My cock hardened as Rick stripped off his clothes. He worked quickly, neatly folding them and tucking his tennis shoes under the table.

“Good.” I put my hands on his sides and lifted my chin to kiss him gently. “Nervous?”

“A little.”

“Still want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

“Thought so.” I pulled him into another kiss. His skin was hot even through my clothes, his cock thickening between us. I was already hard just from watching him undress, and the longer I kissed him, the more I debated f*cking him right out here in the hallway. Or putting him down on his knees and f*cking his mouth again. Jesus, that mouth of his. So talented. So eager.