Page 18 of Love by Design (Club Rapture: Risk Aware #1)
I went back to my knees between his legs, ignoring the way saliva pooled in my mouth while he undid his fly and pulled out his cock.
He rubbed it against my face, dragging his slick crown across my chin and my cheek before taking it away.
My instinct was to chase after him when he scooted up the bed toward the headboard, spreading himself out against the wall like the king I imagined him to be.
“Crawl up here,” he demanded, and I was grateful the bed was low to the floor, but I would have figured it out even if it was ten feet tall.
With my wrists bound behind my back, I hobbled onto the bed and knee-walked toward him at the top. He looped his thumb and first finger around the base of his dick and pointed it toward me.
“Come suck it, sweetheart,” he said.
I dove between his legs, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could on the first swallow.
Marshall groaned, cursing quietly, then followed his exhale up with a hushed murmur of my name.
He threaded the fingers of his free hand into my hair, guiding me down to take more of his clean and hard length into my mouth.
He wanted me to cry, and he wanted me to make a mess, so I used his erection to choke myself.
The muscles of my throat flexed around the tip of his dick and his hips lifted off the bed, pushing him deeper.
I gagged and sputtered around him, sinking farther around his length because I didn’t have the support of my arms to hold me up.
My dick was already leaking smears of precum across his sheets.
I bobbed up and down his length, squinting hard when he fucked up against the roof of my mouth.
Tears spilled out from the corners of my eyes, sliding down my cheeks and into my mouth, and Marshall made a very pleased sound as he pushed deeper into my throat.
The trim hairs around the base of his shaft tickled my nose as I took the whole of him into my mouth, and I choked around him, needing more air but not finding it. His hand was still steady against the back of my head, applying only enough pressure to make sure I didn’t stop sucking him.
“Two out of three,” he murmured, hips chasing a frenetic pattern against my face. “Don’t swallow, Silas. I want to taste it all together. Do you understand?”
I managed a nod, and then he was done.
Cum shot against the roof of my mouth, the back of my tongue. It was impossible to not swallow, with spit and cum spilling out of the corners of my mouth as he continued to fill me with his spend.
“Good boy. Good boy.” He stroked my hair back from my face, his entire body trembling beneath me. “Just like that. Now show me how you make yourself come.”
I should have been embarrassed.
Restrained with my arms behind me, my face covered with spit and tears, cum leaking out of my mouth. My own cock was so hard it could have hammered nails, and sealing my lips around the base of Marshall’s shaft to keep his cum and his dick in my mouth only made me harder.
Getting myself off was going to be easy.
I spread my legs, grinding down into the previously pristine bedding.
The plush comforter wrapped around my cock like a soft hand, and my brain immediately wanted to know what it would be like for Marshall to stroke my cock with his leather gloves he’d worn on Friday.
I pumped my hips harder, groaning at the weight of his cock in my mouth, still hard against my tongue.
My orgasm came on slowly, a dangerous and steady climb from the tips of my toes to the base of my spine.
At some point, my pleasure twisted and knotted, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
My hips moved faster, rougher, and then it was over.
I spilled my load onto the sheets with a pathetic gurgle.
Cum still sprayed out of my cock when Marshall grabbed me by the throat and hauled me up onto his lap.
My still spurting dick rubbed against the wool of his slacks, and he used his hold around my neck to bring our mouths within kissing distance.
Then he stopped.
“I just realized I haven’t kissed you yet,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine.
Hadn’t he?
I was certain Marshall had taken every part of my body inside and out already.
Certain of it.
“I don’t want it to be like this, though…
” he trailed off, pressing his thumb against the underside of my chin.
I was a quivering mess from the orgasm, cum still leaking from my cock, hands still bound behind my back, naked against all of Marshall’s clothes.
He regarded me up close, breath mingled and lips so close to the connection he’d already promised me. “Open, Silas.”
I dropped my mouth open, sticking my tongue out enough for him to see his cum pooled on top.
He closed the space, but instead of kissing me, he took my tongue into his mouth, sucked it like it was a dick until I couldn’t taste him anymore.
He reached deeper, licking up the inside of my cheek, the backs of my teeth.
He was, if nothing else, a man of his word.
This was a tasting, not a kiss. And I found myself left wanting when he pulled away.
Hungry when he licked his lips and let out a satisfied growl.
I was somehow horny and sated all at the same time, enjoying how it felt to be on his lap, supported by his hands.
Even if the thought of the kind of submission Marshall wanted had scared me at dinner, in this moment, it was the only thing that made sense.
Of course I would offer him that part of myself.
I would offer him anything because, somehow, he knew me .
As though he’d been in a trance, Marshall shook his head and pressed his body against the headboard and the wall.
“Back to the floor,” he said. “On your knees again.”
I was loath to be away from him, but I managed to swing my body to the foot of the bed and then off. My knees hit the floor, and I hoped there would be bruises like he’d suggested. I wanted his marks all over me because I never wanted to forget how good it felt to kneel for him.
He followed me off the bed and stood in front of me, his cock still out, now limp against his thigh.
I was at the perfect height to suck him again, and part of me hoped he would ask.
Part of me wanted to come to his house after work and put his dick into my mouth and not take it out until it was time to leave again.
I could ask for that. I wondered if he would like it or if he would think it was weird.
I tilted my head back, blinking up at him.
My lashes were still wet, tears still welling out of the corners of my eyes.
Marshall hummed, swiping my tears away, then brushing his thumb dry across my lower lip.
My mouth was already salty from his cum, more so now the memory of it.
My chin quivered at his touch, and it should have been embarrassing.
It should have been a lot of things.
He bent down and brought our mouths so close together again, another brush of his lips like the last time. Not quite nothing, but not quite a kiss.
“We didn’t negotiate a kiss,” he murmured, tugging my chin down.
“Please, Marshall,” I whined. “If you don’t kiss me, I think I’ll die.”
“You’ll do no such thing.”
“I’ll beg.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.”
“You said you didn’t want it to be like this,” I said, blinking hard. I was ready to scream, ready to cry again. “What did you want it to be like?”
He made a thoughtful noise, then came down onto his knees.
He was still taller than me, but it was closer to eye level than before.
Reaching around behind me, he unlatched the connector on the cuffs, then undid them entirely.
He rubbed my wrists, paying extra attention to the kisses he’d left first beneath the leather, then he lifted my arms one at a time and kissed them again.
“Tell me I can kiss you ,” I whispered, stretching my fingers toward the side of his face. He pressed his lips against my wrist and looked at me earnestly, then he gave me the briefest nod.
It was all the consent I needed.
I took Marshall’s face into my hands and crashed our mouths together.
He slid one arm around my waist to steady me, and beneath my mouth, he parted his lips and made room for my tongue.
I moaned, throwing the whole of my body weight against him, and it was no surprise he managed to hold us both.
I licked into his mouth the way he’d done to mine, but instead of to taste, it was to explore.
Deepening the kiss, I climbed halfway into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and sinking down to sit on top of his dick, which was now half-hard again. I wanted him to fuck me like this one time too. Where we were so close together the only air we could breathe was what the other provided.
God, I wanted, and I wanted, and I wanted.
And for the first time in my life, I was scared the wanting would unravel me entirely, but then Marshall dug his fingers into the bruises on my ass and there wasn’t anything else in the world that mattered besides him.
Again.