Page 23 of Love by Design (Club Rapture: Risk Aware #1)

MARSHALL

C leary, I had died and gone to heaven.

A thousand things I wanted to do to Silas and now that I had the opportunity, choosing where to start was beyond comprehension. He looked like a dream on my bed, naked and flushed and so very horny for me.

So very submissive.

His pupils were so dilated I could barely make out the golden amber of his irises, and the way he stared up at me like I hung the moon was intoxicating.

He licked his lips, pulling them between his teeth to stifle a moan, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.

I rocked backward and climbed off the bed, holding up a finger and gesturing for him to stay still.

Silas wiggled down deeper into the sheets, his hooded gaze tracking me from the bed to the closet and back again.

I produced a leather blindfold and beckoned him closer with the crook of my finger.

For someone who was as strung out on lust as he was, he moved quickly, flipping onto all fours and crawling toward the foot of the bed before easing off and making his way toward me.

His ass swung in the air like he knew exactly what he was doing, the purples and greens of the bruises I’d left for him still the most brilliant kaleidoscope I’d ever seen.

Instead of bringing him to his feet, I bent down to his level and fastened the blindfold around his eyes.

It wasn’t one of those flimsy strips of fabric meant for casual playtime.

No, it was a sturdy cutout of leather with raised pads around the outer rim effectively sealing the wearer's vision off entirely.

After checking the Velcro at the back of his head, I stroked my fingers through his hair and down the front of his face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Silas exhaled loudly. “If you weren’t touching me, I wouldn’t even know where you were.”

I grabbed his face, hard, fingers digging into his cheeks and yanking his face upward toward mine even though he couldn’t see me. “How many fingers?” I repeated.

“I don’t know, Sir,” he answered, appropriately chastened.

“That’s better.” I let him go and gave myself the opportunity to study the top of his messy hair, the slope of his back as it curved into his ass.

He looked so fucking good on his knees, but something was missing.

I left him in the middle of my room and went back to the closet, returning with the cuffs I’d used on him the first night.

I fastened his wrists together behind his back, then stepped to the side to admire my handiwork.

It was nowhere near the state I wanted to see him in, but the conversation about limits and our own agreement was still so fresh.

I didn’t want to push either of us too far and ruin things before they even had a chance to get started.

Silas wanted to submit, and he looked so gorgeous on his knees, I decided I wanted to keep him there as often as possible.

“You were so close to coming earlier, weren’t you?” I worked my fingers through his hair, down the sides of his face toward his cheeks.

“Yes, Sir. ”

Fuck , I loved the sound of that.

“I ruined it for you, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” The answer was scratchier, like it was harder for him to say and still be honest. “Yes, Sir.”

I hummed, kicking my foot into the space between his legs. I lifted up, pressing against the underside of his balls and drawing a low groan out of him. With the hand that wasn’t in his hair, I stroked my cock, pointing it down for a couple of pulls before tapping it against the corner of his mouth.

“You can come again after you make me come,” I told him, smearing precum around his parted lips. He opened them wider, and I slid onto his tongue. His mouth was just as hot and wet as I remembered, and I thrust slowly toward the back of his throat.

Silas had a bit of a gag reflex, which I loved. I pushed past it until his body convulsed, then I pulled all the way out.

“Can you snap, Silas?” I asked, pinching myself off at the base so I didn’t spray my load all over his face.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

He gave me two decent snaps from behind his back, and I put my dick in his mouth again.

“That’s how you tell me if you want me to stop,” I said. He managed a nod and then choked around the head of my dick a second time.

I went slowly with him, one inch after another after another. Every time he gagged, his throat convulsed and held me tighter. I wasn’t going to last long at all, but I needed to do better.

“After I come, you can use my leg to get yourself off. Do you understand?”

Another jerky nod. He tilted his chin back like he wanted to look up at me, but all I could see of his face was the thick black blindfold keeping me out of his vision. I traced my thumb across the places his eyelids would be, wanting to know how much he liked his predicament.

“Ride my leg while you suck me,” I said, letting my hand fall away from his face. “I want to feel how much you like choking on dick. How much you like being blind to what’s coming next.”

Silas groaned and situated himself over the top of my foot, inching closer until his erection pressed against my ankle and my calf.

His pleasure vibrated through me, and I grabbed the back of his head, holding his mouth still.

His hips never stopped moving, chasing after pleasure that he was already dangerously close to, considering I was yet to get off.

A tight tug on his hair was enough warning for him to slow his pace and focus on his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and using so much spit it leaked down his chin and my balls.

“You sound like a slut, sweetheart,” I murmured, taking his face into both of my hands so I could properly fuck his throat. “You sound perfect. Now open wide and let me finish myself off.”

Silas whimpered, and I tightened my hold on his head.

I fucked into his mouth hard enough that it was impossible for him to keep his teeth off of me, but the streaks of pain only spurred me on harder.

He humped himself against my leg again, making breathy and wet noises of pleasure that were drowned out by the roaring in my ears.

He sucked me like his throat had been created to be painted with my cum, so I made sure to give it to him.

My second orgasm rolled down my spine like a tidal wave, and I moaned out Silas’s name as I shot my load against the back of his throat.

He barely even sputtered, working the muscles of his throat to swallow my cum into his stomach instead of letting the copious amounts of spit in his mouth rinse it down his chin.

I bucked against his face, the aftershocks of my orgasm almost enough to knock me off my feet .

After I finished, my grip on his head turned softer, and he made a needy little whine.

He flattened his tongue against the underside of my shaft and sucked at my dick like he was trying to get me hard again.

The connector chain on the cuffs rattled, and Silas began to move against my leg like I’d put a time limit on his release.

Three pumps of his lips later and he cried out around my cock, taking me all the way down to the root.

His body fell forward against me, and hot cum burned against my calf through my slacks.

It was hot and sticky, and it glued him to me.

I slipped my hand around the back of his head, holding up his weight while his body trembled through the rest of his orgasm.

My cock was still in his mouth, getting harder every second, so I eased back and tucked my erection into the waistband of my underwear.

I’d deal with it later, after checking on him.

“Hey.” I tipped his head back, traced the outline of his mouth with my thumbs. His lips were shiny and swollen. “Stick out your tongue.”

He did, and it was pink and perfect like his cock. Not a drop of cum to be seen.

“You swallowed all of it, didn’t you?” I asked, even though we both knew it was rhetorical. I tugged his lower lip before letting it go.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you even taste it, or did I come too deep for that?”

“Too deep,” he whispered.

“I’ll make sure to be more generous next time.”

Silas hummed. He moaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

Slowly, and only after making sure he could support his own weight, I extricated myself from him.

He made a sad noise but held himself steady.

I took a step back to study him, the pale flush on his chest, the smears of cum down his cock and his stomach, the way his mouth hung open like he was desperate for it to always be filled.

He was truly a vision, like nothing I’d seen before or would ever see again.

Absentmindedly, I picked at the beginnings of a hangnail on my cuticle, catching my own breath while leaving him suspended in that post-orgasm haze of uncertainty.

“I want you to know you’ve made me a very happy man tonight,” I said, and I meant every word.

His slutty gaping mouth tipped upward into a smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I also want you to know I love the way that honorific sounds coming out of your mouth.”

A bigger smile.

“You look so beautiful on your knees, I want to keep you there.”

“Yes, please.”

“How’s the blindfold?” I asked.

“So good,” he murmured.

Fuck, he really liked it. Silas was a submissive down to the core of his being, and it was suddenly imperative to me that I figure out how to be enough for him. I’d never doubted my skill as a Dom before, but I’d also never played with a submissive like Silas.

There was no room to miss, no chances to make mistakes.

“I’m going to go wash up,” I said. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He was so breathy, so obedient.

I watched him for another minute, then went into the bathroom.

I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower, then quietly lingered in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb to watch Silas.

True to his word—and my command—he didn’t move.

He barely even shifted, hardly breathed.

The cuffs rattled once, but other than that, I watched in awe as Silas sank deeper and deeper into his submission.

When my own knees began to hurt, I went back to the shower and finally stepped under the spray.

I rinsed myself quickly, only washing where necessary, then I turned off the water.

I toweled off on my way back into the bedroom and still no movement.

If the hitch in his breathing hadn’t given him away, I would have wondered if he’d fallen asleep like that.

I came to a stop in front of him and dropped down into a squat so we were eye level, even if he didn’t know it.

“I want you to stay the night,” I said.

I want you to stay every night.

“I would like that.”

“I also want to talk to you about rules. Expectations.”

Silas swallowed, chin tilting up a little. His face chased after the sound of my voice like a sunflower followed the sun.

“I want you ready for me always,” I warned, pausing to make sure he understood what I meant. “You can take care of that before you come over or you can do it here upon your arrival.”

He nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Sometimes I’ll have a preference about it, sometimes I won’t. But I’ll always make sure you know what I want.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“No orgasms unless I ask them of you,” I said next. “Don’t even touch yourself unless I’ve told you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to go get tested on your lunch break tomorrow.”

He swallowed, chest going hollow with his breath.

“And I’ll do the same. Once we’re both in the clear, I’m going to take you bare. Is that a problem?”

“No, Sir.”

“I might use condoms during role play. And if and when I decide to share you, anyone else who even looks at you will be wrapped. ”

Silas managed half a laugh on his next breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You will eat three meals a day, and you will stay hydrated.” I traced the backside of my teeth with my tongue. “If I find out you are not taking care of yourself, you will not like the punishment I come up with. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Do you still like the blindfold?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir. Very much.”

“Okay.” I dropped the knot on my towel and pulled his body toward mine. “Then let’s continue.”