In His Bed (18+)

Chapter 28

Kneeling in front of the fireplace, I listened to the slow, even beat of my own heart. Blind behind the silk of Jason's necktie, I was left to my own thoughts and the ambient sounds of Jason working on the couch.

In the cool blackness of my hindered sight, I'd felt my mind slow down, no longer the rapid-fire torrent of sensory input it usually was. The rough strands of hemp bit into my wrists, and I was at peace.

Still, I wasn't immune to minor discomforts. Shifting slightly, I tried to ignore the way the fibers of the carpet were digging into the skin on my knees.

The slow, sporadic typing sounds stopped. "You okay over there?"

Raising my head, I addressed the source of the sound. "I'm fine. This carpet just gets scratchier the longer I kneel on it."

"Can you handle it a bit longer?"

I nodded. "It's bearable."

"Good. Spread your legs a little further."

Shifting again, I moved my thighs apart, exposing myself more fully to his gaze.

His voice came, husky, "Good girl."

Cool air caressed my most intimate parts, and I felt my nipples growing rigid in response.

Straightening my spine, I lowered my head again and waited.

Behind the blindfold, time was unknowable. With only my breathing to signify the passing minutes, I couldn't say how much longer I was kneeling there.

All I knew was that a long pause in Jason's typing was replaced by another sound – familiar, yet something I couldn't quite place...

Then, I grinned.

"You know, I could help you with that."

His voice sounded throaty as he stroked himself. "How could you help? You can't use your hands."

"Jason, that's what my mouth is for."

A hearty chuckle was his only response.

Then, I heard him stand, tracking the footsteps as he drew closer to me. When he stopped, I could feel the heat of his body warming the air between us.

His fingers traced along my jaw, and he spoke one word: "Open."

Parting my lips, I held myself taut, expectant.

His thumb dragged across the plump curve of my bottom lip. "So obedient. Baby, you are too good to me..."

Impatient, I felt the anticipation eating at me, but I forced myself to keep still. The whole point of being tied up was about surrender - about giving up control.

And I'd given it to Jason.

His palm was warm against my skin. "Do you want to suck my cock?"

I nodded, eager to please him.

Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed the tip of his erection against my lips.

"Then suck."

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Leaning forward, I brought him as deep as my gag reflex would allow. Rubbing my tongue along his shaft, I let Jason's fist in my hair guide me, setting up a rhythm that had me bobbing forward and back as he fucked my mouth.

I could feel him getting closer to his release – the telltale way his hips started thrusting in time with my movement, that distinctive pitch as he moaned above me, the salty tang of his precum mixing with my saliva.

And then, the complete loss of control when he couldn't take anymore.

As hot spurts of cum shot into my throat, I swallowed, exultant at the beautiful obscenities pouring from his lips.

With one last shudder, his grip on my hair loosened and he pulled away.

Turning my face up toward him, I smiled, feeling the spit drying on my chin. "Did I do good?"

"You did so good, Baby."

I beamed, glowing from his praise.

"Ready for more?"

"Definitely."