Page 89 of The Substitute

“You heard what I said.”

He gets even redder. “I thought I misunderstood you.”

My brow ticks up. “Are you opposed?”

He shakes his head, but is hesitant.

“Say what you’re thinking.”

“I—”

I wait, giving him time to process.

“What do you want to do to me when you have me tied up?”

I half sit up to drag his body to mine, wrapping up around him. “I want to tongue fuck you.”

His eyes go wide, and he wriggles against me. “Does that feel good?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

He’s nodding before I finish speaking.

I strip his clothes off, kissing my way down his body. I tease him by touching everything but his dick. He keeps trying to make me, but I artfully avoid it. I break away for a second to reach over the side of the bed to dig in my bag, finding the silk rope easily enough. I flip him over and push his knees apart, kneeling behind them while directing his hands above his head. The silk goes around his wrists in a loose knot that I secure to the bed frame. I sit back on my heels and admire his body fully at my mercy.

“Hold on.” I shove off the bed.

“Why are you getting up? Where are you going?” Tobi whines.

“I’m putting a chair in front of the fucking door.” I strip off my sweats and boxers before getting back into bed.

“He’s at practice. He won’t be home for at least an hour.”

“I’ve played that game before! I don’t trust it.” I grab the one from his desk and wedge it under the handle. “I want you to myself for a little while.”

I take my place between his thighs and lean forward to bite his perfect, round cheek. “You are so unbelievably sexy.”

He moans and buries his face in the mattress.

“Shy all of a sudden?” I bite the other cheek.

“I just can’t imagine anyone would want to see me like this.” His voice is muffled by the sheets.

“You should believe me just by how hard my dick is.” I grab it so he can make it out over his shoulder.

Tobi looks and groans. “Fuck.”

“I told you.” I settle on my forearms, nipping at his thighs and ass, then teasing with lips and tongue. He exhales sharply, pressing back into me as much as he can.

“Please.”

“What do you want, baby girl?”

“I don’t even know. It all feels so good…but more.”

I brush my fingers over his hole, and his entire body responds. I love watching him connect with his sexuality. “Is that what you want?”

“God, yes.”