Page 60 of Play Room Actor

“Your back door can’t wait to welcome me,” he said, slowly sliding a finger into me.

“Fuck!” I moaned, writhing in my restraints.

The fact that the whole situation was making me even hornier was something I could hardly believe myself. My cock just kept getting harder! And I hadn’t even taken Viagra!

“You like that?” Kilian asked, moving his finger in and out. “So slow and tender.”

I gasped, arching to catch my breath. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations rushing through me. It made it easier to ignore the uncomfortable position I was in. But when I felt something warm at my entrance, my eyes flew open.

Kilian knelt behind me, teasing the rim of my muscle and my perineum with his tongue. When the tip of it tucked inside, I arched up with a sharp gasp.

“Shit! Kil!”

“Oh, yeah. I’m going to devour you until you can’t tell up from down. Looks like you’re a fan of the back door.”

Kilian pulled back, but this time, he slid two fingers into me. My breath hitched, and I cursed again.

“Relax,” he said, kissing my balls. “You’re doing great.”

“Fuck!”

Once my muscles eased, he added a third finger. My entire body protested, but with my hands tied, there was nothing I could do. Breathing hard, I tried to ignore the pain. Then Kilian twisted his fingers, stretching me. I writhed against the sharp sensation and turned my head to the other side.

The word “Horatio” hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t want this to stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop, because feeling the pain morph into a tingling heat that stoked my arousal and desire left me utterly breathless.

When Kilian finally yanked his fingers out, I glanced at the mirror to see what was happening. The emptiness that flooded me in an instant felt cold and merciless, but it gave me a brief moment to catch my breath.

Kilian rolled a condom over himself and coated his length with lube. He was still fully dressed, though his shirt was now open. Even so, I couldn’t stop watching his reflection, desperate to steal a glimpse of his bare chest.

A shiver ran down my spine as Kilian leaned in close, his voice low and threatening in my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget who you are. Let it all out. I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, he pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance and prodded inside. A sound escaped me—a mix of a moan, a gasp, and a scream. The feeling of him filling me banished every inhibition and negative thought. Kilian thrust deep, and in the mirror, I watched him tilt his head back, lost in pleasure.

“So tight,” he groaned.

As he began to move, slow and deliberate, I tensed again.

“Relax,” he reassured me. “It’ll get better.”

Sure enough, the tension melted away, and the sharp discomfort in my abdomen transformed into a thrilling, molten pulse that radiated through my entire body.

The moment I arched my back in passion, pressing myself against him because I couldn’t get enough, Kilian laughed.

“You’re perfect!” he panted, driving into me harder and deeper with every thrust.

With one hand gripping my bound wrists, he slid the other up my bare back, over my neck, and into my hair. He tugged my head back, slamming into me even harder.

I was his plaything, and I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. My cock throbbed, begging for attention, but Kilian ignored it completely—even when he released my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat.

I’d always enjoyed being choked, but the setting made this so new, so exhilarating that I completely lost myself.

“Fuck me,” I managed to choke out.

I couldn’t get enough of Kilian, reveling in how each thrust sent me closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulled out and yanked me upright. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t process it. The overwhelming emptiness inside me led me to search Kilian’s face for answers.