Page 84 of Not Safe For Work

I nodded and came around to his head. “Turn toward me.”

He did, his hair rustling on the vinyl headrest. I guided my cock to his mouth, and he parted his lips without the slightest hesitation. In fact, he didn’t just passively take me. He tightened his lips around my cock, ran his tongue all over the shaft and, when he could, the head. I caressed his cheek and jaw, loving the sensation of muscles moving to accommodate me as I slid in and out of his eager mouth.

I rocked back and forth, fucking his mouth at the same speed the machine fucked his ass, and I could barely breathe as I watched him. Especially since he was quite obviously turned on as he strained against his restraints, breathing rapidly through his nose as he took two dicks at once. Some guys didn’t stay hard while they were tied, or while they were bottoming, but he was fully erect. Even more so now that he was blowing me. Subs like him drove me wild—he was as turned on by pleasing me as he was by being pleasured himself. The kind of sub I wanted to tease and torment all night long, and who I could fuck like mad, and his eyes and his moans would say, “More, more, more!” Exactly the kind of man I wasn’t about to lose by spending our entire relationship in my office. No, I fully intended to give Rick a night he wouldn’t forget, and make it the first of many.

I ran my thumbnail around his nipple, drawing another whimper out of him. “You sound like you want to come. Do you want to come, Rick?”

He moaned around my cock.

“You do sound like you want to come.”

Another moan.

“I’m going to let you come, but not yet. First, you’re going to count to twenty. Slowly.” I withdrew my cock from his mouth. “And when you reach twenty, you can come. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Start counting.”

“One.” He licked his lips. “Two.”

“Good.” I ran a fingertip down the center of his chest, toward his very, very erect dick.

Rick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You haven’t lost count al—”

“Three.” His hands tightened into fists. “Four. Five.”

“Slow down.” I teased his balls with my fingertips. “Remember I said to count slowly.”

“S-sorry.” He paused, holding his breath for a moment. “Six.”

I cupped his balls, pressing two fingers beneath them, and his helpless moan made me grin.

“Seven,” he slurred. He exhaled hard as I kept teasing him, and groaned as he said, “Eight.”

I took my hand off his balls. He swallowed—relief? Frustration? Could’ve been anything.

“Nine.” He swept his tongue across his lips. “Ten.”

“Good.” I leaned down, and added, “Keep counting.”

And just as he murmured, “Eleven,” I took his thick cock in my mouth.

“Oh shit…” He released a strangled sound, and his whole body tensed like he wanted to fuck my mouth, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all, and even if he could, he didn’t dare because I’d forbidden it.

“T-twelve.” He followed it with a string of profanity, and then managed to slur, “Thir’een.”

I lifted my head. “Clearly, Rick.”

He swept his tongue across his wet lips again, squirming as the machine kept fucking him and I kept stroking him. “Thirteen.”

“Good.”

He smiled and then closed his eyes. “Fourteen.”

I leaned down again and swallowed his cock until he just pushed my gag reflex.