Not Safe for Work(62)

I took the dildo off the machine and put some lube on it. Then I pressed it against his ass. He closed his eyes. Slowly, he relaxed, and with some more pressure, the toy slid into him.

He arched as much as he could, and mouthed what I thought was a string of curses.

“Speak louder.” I withdrew the dildo almost completely and didn’t slide it back in. “I can’t hear you.”

He bit his lip. “It’s… That feels good.”

“Does it?”

“Yes. Very.”

“You want more?”

“Please.” He was almost whimpering now, and as I pushed the toy back in, his eyes flew open and he breathed, “Oh God…”

I took long, slow strokes. “This machine has a lot of speeds, you know. It could f*ck you faster than I can.”

Rick gulped.

“Pretty sure it can go even slower than I can too.”

He closed his eyes and mouthed something I couldn’t understand, but I couldn’t tell if it was a response to what I’d said, or because I’d carefully angled the toy to slide across his prostate.

“Like how that feels?”

He moaned.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! I love it.”

“Good. That’s what I thought.”

Once I was sure he was well-prepped, I reattached the toy to the machine and guided it back to him. He held his breath as I positioned the machine, and moaned when the head of the toy slid back into his ass. He wriggled, as if he thought he could move down enough to take more of the dildo, but no—he was only getting as much as I gave him.

“Ready?” I asked with a grin.

“Yes.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Fuck…”

I picked up the remote. As I slowly turned the dial, the motor buzzed to life, and Rick whimpered. Whether from the vibration, or if he was anticipating, I had no idea, but the sound went straight to my balls.

The machine’s arm started slow, sliding the dildo into Rick’s ass at almost glacial speed.

He tensed, sucking in a breath.

I touched his shoulder. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Feels…” He moaned as the toy slid all the way in, and when the machine started to withdraw, he squirmed as much as the ropes allowed. “Fuck.”

“Tell me. How does it feel?”

“It feels…” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as I increased the speed. “It feels amazing.”

“Good.”

While the machine f*cked Rick, I undressed, making absolutely sure I was well within his line of sight the whole time. His gaze fixed on my cock, he curled and straightened the fingers of his free hand, and he drew his tongue across his lower lip.

Naked and very, very ready, I paused beside him. Before letting myself get too carried away, I checked his feet and fingers. “Still have feeling? Nothing tingling?”

“Nothing tingling.” He gazed up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Plenty of feeling.”

I nodded and came around to his head. “Turn toward me.”

He did, his hair rustling on the vinyl headrest. I guided my cock to his mouth, and he parted his lips without the slightest hesitation. In fact, he didn’t just passively take me. He tightened his lips around my cock, ran his tongue all over the shaft and, when he could, the head. I caressed his cheek and jaw, loving the sensation of muscles moving to accommodate me as I slid in and out of his eager mouth.

I rocked back and forth, f*cking his mouth at the same speed the machine f*cked his ass, and I could barely breathe as I watched him. Especially since he was quite obviously turned on as he strained against his restraints, breathing rapidly through his nose as he took two dicks at once. Some guys didn’t stay hard while they were tied, or while they were bottoming, but he was fully erect. Even more so now that he was blowing me. Subs like him drove me wild—he was as turned on by pleasing me as he was by being pleasured himself. The kind of sub I wanted to tease and torment all night long, and who I could f*ck like mad, and his eyes and his moans would say, “More, more, more!” Exactly the kind of man I wasn’t about to lose by spending our entire relationship in my office. No, I fully intended to give Rick a night he wouldn’t forget, and make it the first of many.

I ran my thumbnail around his nipple, drawing another whimper out of him. “You sound like you want to come. Do you want to come, Rick?”

He moaned around my cock.

“You do sound like you want to come.”

Another moan.

“I’m going to let you come, but not yet. First, you’re going to count to twenty. Slowly.” I withdrew my cock from his mouth. “And when you reach twenty, you can come. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Start counting.”

“One.” He licked his lips. “Two.”

“Good.” I ran a fingertip down the center of his chest, toward his very, very erect dick.

Rick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You haven’t lost count al—”

“Three.” His hands tightened into fists. “Four. Five.”

“Slow down.” I teased his balls with my fingertips. “Remember I said to count slowly.”

“S-sorry.” He paused, holding his breath for a moment. “Six.”