Page 103 of Not Safe For Work

I brought the wheel up and, as gently as possible, rolled it along his balls. He gasped, his whole body tensing, and I asked, “You really want to argue semantics?”

“Not a sadist. Got it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Still, I teased his balls with the wheel for no other reason than that I loved the way he choked on his breath.

“There is nothing hotter than having you like this.” I slowly rolled the wheel over his ass cheek, right along his crack. “Totally immobile, and totally compliant.” With my free hand, I adjusted the front of my pants. Goddamn, but he was a turn-on. “You like this?”

He exhaled. “L-love it.”

“Even when I do this?” I rolled the wheel down the side of his hip.

He grunted again and nodded. “Yes. Even…even when you do that.”

And there was no way I could resist fucking him when he was like this.

I set the wheel aside. As quickly as I could, I stripped off my clothes. Then I pulled a condom and some lube from the nightstand. He craned his neck a little to look over his shoulder, and our eyes met right when I tore the condom wrapped with my teeth.

Mouthing a silent curse, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the mattress again.

“Your decision.” I started rolling on the condom. “Fingers first, or just go straight to fucking you.”

“Fuck me,” he murmured. “Please fuck me.”

“So polite. I love that.”

His answer did more than turn me on. Perhaps without knowing it, he’d let me know he was relaxed enough mentally to at least assume he’d be relaxed physically. If I met much resistance, I could always go back to gently stretching him with my fingers until he yielded to me.

As expected, he was tight, especially without being stretched first, but he pushed back and leaned against me, and when the head pressed past the tight ring, he moaned, and it was a sound made of pure pleasure. I withdrew, then breached him again.

“God.” His shoulders quivered and his fingers curled around the covers. He groaned as he took my cock deeper.

“And just think,” I said through my teeth. “No blindfold, but you still can’t see if I’m going to use this.”

I picked up the Wartenberg wheel, letting it clink enough for him to hear, and he muttered, “Fuck…”

Grinning, I kept fucking him, but didn’t touch him with the wheel. The effect was exactly what I’d hoped for—he twitched and wriggled, probably anticipating the spiny touch, but with no idea when or where it would finally come. If it would come.

Yes, Rick. I can fuck you and fuck with your mind at the same time.

I picked the most random place I could—a couple of inches below his rib cage—and touched the wheel there. Just as I’d hoped, he recoiled and groaned, and we were off—rolling the wheel all over his torso and hips while my cock moved in and out of his ass.

The sounds he made…

God.

The sounds.

A soft whimper here. A growled curse there. Cuffs rattling and giving away every time he jumped or clenched his fists. Sometimes he took slow, deep breaths. Other times he gasped. Held it. Held it longer. Slowly released or blew it out all at once.

The chain between the handcuffs pulled as tight as it would go. Muscles and veins stood out on his forearms. I couldn’t quite see his knuckles as he gripped handfuls of the comforter, but I’d have bet money they were blanched. His breathing was uneven, ragged, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Everything about him—the sight of him, the sounds he made—was unspeakably sexy, and tonight he was mine, all mine, to fuck and tease, and—

To hell with it. I couldn’t concentrate on anything except fucking him.

I dropped the wheel on the bed again and held his hips. “Oh my God. I love the way you look like this.” I rocked my hips a little faster. “I love the way you look anyway, but this is just…” I ran out of breath as I watched my dick slide all the way inside him. “Unreal.”

A low, throaty moan escaped his lips. He sounded like he’d tried to say something, but then his muscles were trembling and he was pressing his forehead into the sheets, and all that came out was another moan.

I slid the heels of my hands up to his shoulders. “Feel good?”