Page 59 of Play Room Actor

Kilian’s firm grip on the back of my head as he stared down at me with a hungry gaze set my blood on fire. A tingling sensation coursed through my entire body. His dark, lust-filled eyes drilled into me, kindling my imagination.

I could hardly wait to find out what Kilian had planned next.

A strange excitement made me forget everything else around me. Right now, there was nothing I wanted more than his attention.

And he gave it to me—devotedly, relentlessly.

Almost roughly, he thrust his cock into my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue and coaxing gurgling sounds from me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled.

He plunged himself all the way to the base, pinning my head against his crotch. My muscles trembled as I writhed against the restraints, gasping for air. While part of me started to panic, the lack of oxygen also did something else—it sent heat rushing through my core, pooling in my cock, which I could feel swelling with arousal. Kilian’s masculine scent, mixed with lavender and citrus, clouded my senses, leaving no room for coherent thoughts.

Just before I reached my limit, Kilian pulled back. I coughed and gasped, gulping down air as my heart thundered in my ears.

“Well, well,” Kilian said, crouching down in front of me. He tapped the tip of my erection with his finger. “Who’s waking up down here?”

“Fuck, Kil …”

He silenced me by clamping his hand over my mouth.

“Shh … Unless it’s your safeword, you’d better keep quiet. Or should I … What are those things called? A gag? Should I stick one of those in your mouth? There’s one hanging on the wall over there.”

I swallowed hard, staring at Kilian with wide eyes. Not that Kilian was ever easy to read—I prided myself on my ability to read people—but I never in a million years would have guessed he was into this kind of stuff.

Okay, to be fair, I didn’t usually size people up by guessing their favorite sex toys. But the fact that Kilian’s dominance had my cock standing to attention left me nearly breathless.

“Stand up.”

It wasn’t until Kilian helped me to my feet that I noticed the ache in my knees. Walking upright was nearly impossible as Kilian led me to the sofa.

“Lay down on the backrest,” he ordered.

I glanced at the white leather couch.

“Lengthwise,” he clarified.

I stepped to the side of the couch and bent forward. Since my hands were still tied, I almost lost my balance. Then I felt the cool leather against my chest, stomach, and cheek. With my head turned to the side, I caught our reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.

A shiver ran through me. The position was new to me, and I tried not to let the shame take hold.

“Oh shit,” Kilian said behind me. “What a view. Do you see this?”

Through the mirror, I saw Kilian standing behind me. Then he started kneading my ass, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“You like that, huh?”

Shit! What’s happening here?

He slapped my ass and crouched down behind me. When I felt his fingers near my entrance, I flinched. He teased the edge, playing with me until I got used to his touch and relaxed.

“That’s it,” he praised me. “Just stay loose. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

What the hell …?

“They’re going to fire me,” I croaked. “Please.”

Kilian didn’t care. Instead, he grabbed a bottle of lube, poured some onto his fingers, and crouched behind me again. I flinched once more as the cold gel touched my skin.