Page 121 of Jordan

“You can show me how much. Take out my dick.”

Starting off strong. Jumping right into it. I like that.

He drops his hand from my face, resting them at his sides as I get to work.

I undo his belt, button, and unzip his pants. The bulge beneath his black boxer briefs tells me he’s as excited about this as I am. I let his dick out and lick my lips.

“In your mouth,” he says.

I can tell by the tone he’s using he’s going to be tame today. Probably because he doesn’t want to scare off Jordan. That’s fine. It isn’t about how much pain he inflicts on me, it’s about allowing my brain to shut down, to obey, and to feel. I don’t have to make any decisions because he makes them for me.

I take him into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, and suck. He groans, tangling his fingers in my hair.

“My good boy missed my cock,” he says, sliding out and thrusting back in slowly. His praise has me sucking harder, causing him to chuckle. “Eager to please, as usual.”

He uses my mouth, takes control and does what he wants. His movements are slow, precise, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue is like a small reward for doing well. Praise really gets me going. Knowing I’m doing what he likes? Fuck, I can’t explain how that makes me feel.

He pulls all the way out, tucks himself back in his pants, and I almost whimper at the loss. Fuck, I missed the taste of him.

“What does my good boy want?” he asks.

“Whatever you’ll give me.”

“Get your clothes off. Get on the bed.”

I stand, quickly take my pants off, and lie down on the bed. He moves meticulously around to cuff each of my hands and ankles with the cuffs attached to the bed, so I’m spread out like a starfish. It’s been a while since he’s done this. Been a while since we’ve been in this room at all.

My dick is already aching, pre-cum pooling at my belly button. I haven’t come in weeks and I won’t be surprised if I do without him even touching me. Wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly won’t be the last. Some people would be ashamed of that, but I’m not. Because Vincenzo takes it as a compliment. Unless I come when I’m told not to. Then I get punished, but of course, that’s always fun.

Once I’m strapped down and panting, he stands at the foot of the bed. His hands wrap around the posts, the muscles in his arms tensing and making me ache. This man is sinful beauty. Gorgeous. All tanned and tattooed. Strong jaw and dark look. He stands there, taking me in, and the smirk that crosses his face, the look of satisfaction over how hard my dick is? It makes me nearly feral.

It’s rare for Enzo to suck my dick, but he has. And the way he’s looking at me right now? I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Either way, he always makes sure I’m satisfied, regardless of how it gets done.

“Angel?” he calls, looking over his shoulder. I can’t see her reaction from here, and I don’t hear her say anything either. “I want you to move closer.”

His gaze is on me again. He smirks, pushes off the posts, and moves to his wife. A moment later, he’s moving the chair to the foot of the bed, and she’s sitting there watching with wide eyes. Which I find to be quite exciting. I like putting on a show. I’m eager for her to watch.

Enzo moves to the side of the bed and drags a finger up my balls, causing me to groan and pull on the restraints. His finger runs along the length of my dick, over the tip, and gathers the pre-cum that he drags across my lips. He leans down to lick it up and a sound rumbles in my chest as I tug on the cuffs again.

Enzo digs through the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. He pours a good amount in his hand to lather on my dick. His hand is loose as he strokes me, my dick painfully hard. When I thrust into his hand, he lets go, giving me the you know better look.

I do know better, but I can’t help it. It’s been so damn long since I’ve come.

I don’t take my pleasure. Enzo gives me my pleasure. But it’s so hard after going without for so long. I should have jerked off while I was away. He’d never have known. But something about waiting and letting him do it is so satisfying.

His gaze goes to Jordan. “You still good?”

She breathes out a, “yes.” Which tells me she’s more than good. She’s enjoying it.

Once my body is still, Enzo grabs my dick again and strokes a few times.

He does this over and over again until my brain is clear and my heart is racing. I’m so on edge I may very well pass out. Every time my hips move, he stops and it’s torturous.

I’m panting. Begging. Breathing so heavily, I’m dizzy. My vision is blurry, and I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

I faintly hear Enzo chuckling.

“What do you think, angel? Should I let him come now?”