Page 74 of Kane

Maybe I am.

Because this… this feels different than all the other times I’ve been tied up.

Kane takes his time.

Because he wants me to be satisfied.

The thought makes my cock throb. Satisfaction, indeed.

“There, you should be able to move them apart more comfortably, but you’re still bound.” He rubs my back. My eyes fall shut and I hate when his touch leaves me.

I whine.

“Patience, my sweet boy. You’ll get your reward soon enough.”

I whine again. “I don’t want to wait.”

I hear his chuckle.

“You’ll do as I say.”

I swear if words alone could make me come, that would do it.

But Kane grasps my cock and squeezes, whispering in my ear.

“Lube?”

“Left drawer,” I breathe, my voice almost breathless.

I find it easily, taking my time to pour the liquid into my hands. I watch as his dick bounces as his chest rises and falls.

He wants this badly. And I want it, too.

I get onto the bed behind him and guide him to my front. With one finger I spread the liquid along his seam, my fingers rubbing and massaging his hole with every pass. Ryder leans back against me, trying to take my fingers, but I hold them back. His head falls against my shoulder and he whines and moans, caught between pain and pleasure.

“Not yet.”

I find his cock with my freehand and slowly stroke him. He feels so good in my hands; hard, warm. Wet.

“How close are you?” I ask as I start to build a rhythm, to distract him.

I carefully slide a finger inside of him and he tenses, clenching me.

“Relax,” I whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’m trying,” he mewls. His hands shake against my chest and I feel a fresh bloom of precum burst into my palm.

“Do you want to come now?” I ask, in case he’s changed his mind.

He shakes his head.

“No, not yet.”

I release his cock, continuing my attention to his hole. I massage and stroke him until I am able to fit two fingers inside of him and he moans, low and deep.

“Kane…”

“Not yet,” I tell him.