Page 135 of Edging Coach
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Yes. Please, give me your dick.”
He grinned. “Ooh, I will. But you’re so beautiful like this.” He stroked himself closer to my face. “I could just jerk off and come all over you. Would you let me do that?”
“Anything,” I breathed, and I meant it. “Use me any way you want.”
Devon bit his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were still full of fire, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier. Some seriousness slipped into his expression. “Is—will your neck be comfortable?”
I considered it. Discomfort and even pain were par for the course when things got rough, but not all pain was fun pain. “Maybe if I sat up?”
He nodded and moved off me, kneeling on the bed beside me. “Move however is comfortable.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I paused, glancing up at my hands. “Can I…”
“You can lower them.”
I did, letting them rest on my stomach. Shifting wasn’t easy without the use of my hands, which only drove home that—terrycloth or not—I was still bound.
No fear this time. Not real fear, anyway. More like the fear I’d have on a roller coaster—a primal, lizard-brain fear while my rational mind knew without a doubt I was perfectly safe.
With some effort, I sat up against the headboard, hands still in my lap. “Is this all right, Sir?”
“That’s perfect,” he growled, and he tipped up my chin to kiss my mouth. The salt of my own cum on his lips was too sexy for words. Trust Devon to be able to blow me and still be the one in control.
He broke the kiss, grinned at me, and then straddled me again. “Open your mouth.” The order was sharp and low, and I was honestly surprised my dick didn’t start getting hard all over again. Even more when he pushed into my mouth. Quebecois curses tumbled off his lips as he slid back and forth between my lips. Then he pushed his hand into my hair and gripped it so hard I gasped and nearly choked on him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he purred as he rocked in and out of my mouth. “All mine to tie and fuck and use.” He groaned from low in his throat. “Crisse, Jack…”
I groaned around him. My scalp burned and my eyes stung as his thrusts pushed my gag reflex. He wasn’t gentle, and I fucking loved it.
Somewhere in my mind, it registered that I couldn’t easily put a hand on his hip and push him back. I couldn’t hold the base of his cock and keep him from going too deep or too hard. Ihad nothing to protect myself except my complete and total trust in him, and that was?—
Amazing.
Not terrifying. Not unnerving. Not panic-inducing.
It was incredible, and addictive, and I wanted more. The thought of him tying me down for real—when Icouldn’tmove my hands andcouldn’tuse them to stop him if I wanted to—sent me higher and higher.
Never in my life had I trusted so intensely that someone would stop at the slightest hint of resistance of panic. I wanted to experience that trust at its fullest limit—when I was at the very edge of what I could handle without freaking out, putting my safety and pleasure alike completely in Devon’s hands, riding that trust as far as it could take us.
Please, please, Devon, please.
I moaned around him, and he swore through gritted teeth.
“I’m going to come, Jack,” he ground out. “And you’re going to swallow it all. Yes?”
I couldn’t speak, but when I looked up at him, blinking past the tears, I knew he saw it in my eyes:Yes. All of it. Give me all of it, Sir. Please.
And a heartbeat later, with a cry that vibrated down to my bones, Devon came, shooting cum across my tongue as I swallowed it eagerly.
He slumped against me, holding me to him, and for the first time, I really wanted that belt gone. Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to wrap my arms around Devon.
“Un-untie me?” I asked, my voice raspy.
Alarm flashed across his face. As he untied me, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I just…” As soon as my arms were free, I threw them around him and pulled him in close.
Immediately, Devon relaxed, exhaling as he sank into my embrace. “Fuuuck…”
