Page 19 of Not Safe For Work

Rick squirmed, as if he were trying and failing not to shiver.

“Would you like that?”

Another nod.

“Answer—”

“Yes.” He pulled in a breath and sat straighter. “I’d like that. A lot.”

“Good. For tonight, though, these will have to do.” I flipped the cuffs up into my hand, letting them clink and jingle, and Rick squirmed again. “Safe word is red. Understand?”

“Yes.”

I stood upright and stepped around behind him, pausing to rub my knee gingerly because being forty-five sucks, and then opened the cuffs. Carefully, I closed one cuff around his wrist and paused, waiting for any signs of distress or uncertainty. When he gave none, I cuffed the other. Once everything was secure, I let go, and his bound hands settled on his lower back, fingers curled but not fisted.

“If those get too tight or you start losing feeling, you know what to do.”

He nodded. “Safe word.”

“Good.” I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “And your safe word is…?”

“Red.”

“Perfect.”

I came around and stood in front of him, and for a moment, I just gazed at him. God, he was gorgeous. On his knees. Cuffed. Watching me intently.

My mouth watered—there was something unspeakably hot about making a man kneel in his own castle. All he needed now was a cock between those beautiful lips, and this would be perfect

And fortunately, that was something that could be arranged.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As I pulled out my uncomfortably hard erection, Rick watched, as if mesmerized, and I could only imagine the things going through his mind.

I stroked myself in front of him, close enough to almost touch his lips. “You know, this is all I’m going to be able to think about on Monday.”

His eyes flicked back and forth from my cock to my face. “Me too.”

“Supposed to be building models. Just gonna be thinking about you sitting like this, itching to suck my dick.”

His breath hitched, and he stared up at me, eyes wide.

“That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” I asked.

Rick nodded, and quickly added, “I want to do whatever you tell me to.”

“Good save.”

His eyes grew even wider, this time with panic.

“Relax.” I smoothed his hair with my free hand. “You can tell me what you want to do. I just decide if you get to do it.”

“Oh. Okay.” He swallowed. “For the record, I…” He glanced at my cock, and I swore I could feel his mouth watering as he added, “I do want to suck your dick.”

“Well, as it happens…” I steadied myself with one hand, rested the other on the back of his head and stopped with just the head of my cock between his lips. He made no attempt to come forward and take more, instead waiting patiently for me to give him more.

Slowly, carefully, I pushed past his lips. He immediately went to town on me, licking and teasing. As much as I loved the things he could do with his hands, this was spectacular—fucking his mouth while he knelt, hands cuffed behind his back. His shoulders twitched and pulled, as if he were fighting the cuffs.

I gripped his hair, holding him perfectly still, and slid deeper, careful not to challenge his gag reflex.