Not Safe for Work(30)

He nodded. “Yeah. Just, uh, never know where you’re going to touch me.”

“That’s the idea.” I drew a fingertip alongside his cock, prompting a delicious gasp. “Keeps you guessing.”

He bit his lip.

I picked up the first pair of cuffs. As much as I loved using ropes—there were few things sexier than a man wrapped up in rope—tonight was a night for cuffs. With a toy like this, I wanted as much of his skin exposed as possible. More room for me to play, and more room for him to wonder where the wheel would come down next.

I closed one cuff around his wrist, and secured the other to the bedpost. “These have a quick release tab. Make sure you can open that.”

He twisted his arm slightly and found the tab with his thumb. The bracelet fell open, letting his hand fall to the bed.

“Good,” I said, and fastened it to the bed again. “You can use your safe word at any time, but you can also get loose if you need to.”

He nodded but didn’t speak. As I cuffed first his hands, then his ankles, to their respective corners of the bed, he didn’t make a sound.

Once he was secured, I stepped back to admire my handiwork for a moment. Though silver bracelets weren’t nearly as sexy as ropes, this was still hot. Just like how Rick was jaw-droppingly sexy in a suit but still made my knees weak in jeans and a golf shirt, the way he wore cuffs was enough to make my heart skip. Especially in this spread-eagle position.

I pulled the Wartenberg wheel from my pocket and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Rick shifted a little, the cuffs clinking against the metal frame.

For the longest time, I did nothing. He had to have known I was there since he hadn’t heard me leave and he’d apparently felt the mattress dip, but with the blindfold in place and no sounds to give away my next move, he had no way of knowing what was next.

I touched the Wartenberg wheel to the middle of his abs. Instantly, every muscle in his body tensed, his abs pulling tight as he gasped. As I rolled it up the center toward his chest and onto his breastbone, his spine lifted off the bed, pushing his skin against the spikes.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“It’s…” He shivered. “Different.”

“Mmhmm.” I lifted the wheel off, then brought it down on his pec and circled his nipple.

“Shit.” He tilted his head back, probably trying to channel some nervous energy but afraid to move while the wheel was against such a sensitive area.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun.

Every inch of his body was a different place to be mercilessly teased, and he rewarded every spiky taunt with the most delicious responses. Rolling the wheel along the inside of his upper arm brought out a groan that he almost tamped down, but soft fingertips down his rib cage killed whatever attempt he made to silence himself. Drawing ever-smaller circles on his abs and hips, inching closer and closer to his cock and balls, made the muscles quiver and contract. Teasing one nipple with the wheel and one with my fingertip made him thrash, as if his body couldn’t comprehend those two sensations at the same time.

How many times had I surreptitiously gazed at him in meetings, wishing I had a shot at him? Wishing I could see what he kept hidden beneath those flawlessly tailored suits?

And now…

Now here we were.

His lean, beautiful body stretched out in front of me, tied down and turned on. Fuck. I didn’t always incorporate sex into a scene like this, but I didn’t usually have a submissive who aroused me quite as much as he did. My erection was starting to get annoying, and what better way to relieve that tension than driving Rick a little further out of his mind?

Without a word, I unfastened the cuffs around his ankles.

“Lift your hips.”

He pushed himself up, and I slid a pillow under him.

“Back down.”

He sank down onto the pillow, and the handcuffs creaked and jingled as he opened and closed his fists. He must’ve known what I had in mind, especially as I got up, undressed and rummaged around in a nearby drawer. If not, between the tearing foil, the soft crinkling of the condom as I rolled it on, and the click of the lube bottle, he was probably catching on by now.

Oh, if he only knew.

I joined him on the bed again. “Legs apart.”

He spread them obediently, and I knelt between them.

“I’m going to f*ck you,” I said, “but you’re not going to come.”

His hands tightened into fists and stayed that way.

“Understand?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Understand?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath, and as he released it, his hands slowly relaxed. “I won’t… I won’t come.”

“Good.” I poured some lube on my fingers, and started teasing his ass with one. As I slid it inside him, working it in a little at a time so I wouldn’t hurt him, he moaned. His legs were shaky, toes curling into the sheets. The second finger prompted a longer, lower moan, one that reverberated down my spine and made me thankful as f*ck he was blindfolded. His eyes were probably squeezed shut anyway, judging by the tension in his forehead and cheeks, but he didn’t need to see me struggling to keep my breathing slow and even. I was beyond ready to be balls-deep inside him, and he was ready to take me—both fingers moved easily in and out of his tight hole—but I wanted to draw this out. Tease him. Torture him.