“Color?”
“Green … Master,” I said softly, emotion building in my chest.
He massaged my neck, my collar bones. Pecs, stomach, thigh. Then down my shin, even my foot. He disappeared, returning near my head again, working his way from my right wrist down to my right foot. I was boneless by the time he finished.
I heard his footsteps move to the back of the room, then return by my head. Once more he kissed me. Slow, reverent. My chest was rising and falling rapidly from the emotion that was threatening to explode. I’d never had any man treat me with such care the way Isaac and Ian had. Both had ensured my pleasure when I was with them, even beyond their own.
I’d never considered that was an objective when it came to Domination and submission, but I was learning more and more every day. What I thought I knew becoming obsolete.
As Isaac kissed me, I felt the blindfold loosen, then slip off. I didn’t open my eyes until he pulled his mouth from mine. I had to blink a few times to adjust to the overhead lights.
He walked around to stand between my legs, and I thought he was finished.
His eyes were intense when they met mine. He retrieved something from a small table I couldn’t see beneath me. It was a bottle of lubricant. He squirted it into his palms, then fisted my cock.
My eyes threatened to roll back in my head. It was warm as he stroked me. He took extra care, not rushing as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm with the glide of his hands over my cock. He added more lubricant twice, making me groan as the pleasure intensified.
I was starting to think he was going to get me off with his hand, then his fingers slid between my ass cheeks, pushed inside me. I locked my eyes with his, a silent plea. I wanted—no, needed—to feel him inside me. I wanted to be one with him. It would be the perfect end to the most intensely amazing scene I’d ever done.
“Color?”
“Green, Master.”
“Is there something you want?”
“Yes, Master.”
His eyes remained locked with mine, emerald green merging with navy blue. “Tell me.”
“I need to feel you inside me, Master.”
“Need? Not want?” He smiled, but his eyes were hotter.
“Yes, Master.”
Isaac added another finger, pushing in deep, teasing my prostate as he worked me open. I dropped my head back, tried to focus on anything other than coming. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. His hands disappeared and I watched as he walked to the other side of the room.
Water came on, stayed on for a few seconds. When it went off, he returned. Isaac did something that tilted the sling, raising my head slightly. He returned to his spot between my legs, his eyes locking with mine as he freed his cock. There was no fumbling, no preamble. I felt the pressure as he pushed in deep. His eyes turned dark, his face strained, as though the pleasure was as great for him as it was for me.
I couldn’t look away. He put his hands on the sling, pulled it toward him, using the momentum to thrust and retreat. He fucked me thoroughly, maintaining the same steady pace that had my breath halting in my lungs.
“Color?” There was a gruffness to his voice this time.
“Green, Master,” I said on a raspy breath. “So fucking green.”
He smirked and I saw the change as it happened, but he reined it in, slowed before he could speed up, braced himself before he could drive into me.
“Please, don’t,” I whimpered. “Please don’t hold back, Master. I need you.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Dante.”
“I’m asking for you, Isaac. All of you.”
He inhaled sharply, jerked the sling toward him, impaling me. I cried out his name, followed by a plethora of pleas. I fought to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a second, although the pleasure was overwhelming me, tingling at the base of my spine, electric sparks igniting.
I held out and I was doing a damn fine job until he fisted my cock, then stroked in time with his thrusts, driving into me, pulling back. Again and again, faster, harder, deeper. So fucking deep.
I groaned.
And I knew right then that he needed me to come without permission. How I knew, I wasn’t sure, but it was imperative that I did. He needed the control that came along with it, because I could see in his eyes that he thought he was losing it.
I threw my head back and roared, coming in a rush of blinding light that had every muscle flexing.
Seconds later, Isaac drove into me, impossibly deep, and erupted.
Once again, complete silence descended, our harsh breathing the only sound. I turned my head when he walked to the back of the room. I could hear him cleaning himself up. He returned with a warm, wet towel. Cleaned my cock, my ass, gently, thoroughly.
