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I tie his ankles first, then his wrists. I go slow, checking with him to make sure the pressure is right, that he can feel his fingers and nothing’s numb or pressing on nerves. It has been awhile since I did this, but it’s like riding a bike.

Ryder affirms the pressure and asks me to loosen the ropes once so he is more comfortable, and I do so without question.

My heart swells as my stomach twists when I grab his chin, knowing there is no going back. My cock presses against my boxer briefs, and I hold his gaze.

“Are you ready?” I ask, but I’m not entirely sure I am only talking about what we are about to do.

I feel like this is more than that.

Ryder nods, his kiss-swollen lips parted.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

I kiss him softly before I let him go. I take my briefs off with one swift motion and approach him, grabbing him by the hair.

I force him to look up at me.

“You want me to use you, Ryder?”

The feral glaze in his eyes tells me all I need to know, but I still need to hear him say it. Out loud.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then be a good me and open that pretty mouth of yours.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ryder

I’ve never heard a sweeter sound than Kane telling me to open my mouth. That is until I hear the groan that leaves his throat when his dick hits the back of my throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he curses, his hand in my hair tightening. “Ryder, your mouth feels amazing.”

His praise is like a drug, and I revel in the feel of his cock, thick and hard in my mouth. I want to touch him, but I can’t. All I can do is move my mouth, hollow my cheeks and let him fuck my mouth the way he wants.

He starts slow, but it doesn’t take long until he’s slamming himself into the back of my throat relentlessly. My cock bounces and I want to come, but I can’t touch myself. And with his cock making it hard to breathe, I can’t speak or ask.

But somehow, he understands because I feel his hand on me a moment later.

“Not yet, my sweet boy. We’re just getting started.”

He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air, my cock throbbing as the arousal spreads.

“Now give that pretty little ass of yours.”

I shift on my bed as much as I can, but it’s not easy to get into position.

“Need some help?” Kane asks, his voice low and sweet. The Kane I know better than any other.

I nod. “A little.”

He doesn’t say anything as he adjusts me, getting me onto my knees, my wrists and hands bracing on the bed.

“I’m going to loosen your ropes a bit,” he says softly.

“Okay.”

I feel like a balloon. Floating up into the atmosphere. I’m not entirely sure I’m not dreaming.