Suited

Nineteen

"Very well."

I pulled back the covers and watched as he got in the bed of the lustra. I got in on the other side and waited for further direction. I'd already given him head so that was probably off the table. I thought back to the list he'd given me. He only told me things I was permitted to do. There were very few. He shifted around somewhat and I gave him space to do so. The bed was huge. It wasn't a sacrifice. He ended up on his stomach with a pillow under his head and arms grasping it.

I watched from above the blanket as he brought his legs apart and I knew what he would ask for before he verbally did so I asked, as politely as I could, "Excuse me, Signore?" He hummed at me. He was tired so I reminded myself to speak slower than my usual ramble. "If it would please you, may I rim you?"

He let out a breath I didn't realize he was holding. Had he been worried? "You may."

"Grazie."

It took some finagling but I got all the way under the sheets. Knowing he'd just showered—and having been there—made it easier. He didn't try to help now though. He didn't lift his hips or anything, just stayed how he was with his legs open. I held him apart and waited to gauge his reaction. There was none, so I continued and placed my tongue against him.

He went rigid for a second before relaxing again. He smelled of sweet almonds and citrus. His body wash. He tasted of skin. He'd tried to be sly about cleaning himself earlier but I noticed anyway. I wouldn't tell him that though. I didn't need to. The fact that he'd taken the time was enough.

My jaw became tired but I kept going, switching to light kisses to allow myself a bit of rest. He was quiet for the most part but he made a couple of noises to let me know I was doing well. I appreciated it.

I slid my tongue along his opening and pierced him with it. He shuddered. I was glad to be able to satisfy him this way. I'd always been good at this. I fucked him with my tongue for a while and listened as his breathing shifted and the noises changed. There were longer pauses. I think he buried his face in the pillow. A bit later, light snoring. He was asleep. I let go and carefully got out of bed to rinse my mouth like his notes had said to and got back in. I was tired too. My eyes shut as soon as I hit the pillow.

I jolted awake. The sheets were pulled back and my wrists were restrained to the headboard. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I didn't have to wonder how or why there was a vibrating wand pressed against my sack. Signore wanted to. That was all that mattered. I had broken into a sweat. The cage was so tight.

"S-Signore?"

"What?" Oooh he was not in a good mood.

He upped the speed to punish me for speaking. I yelped. "T-The cage."

"Don't care. Cum."

I did a short while later. He didn't bother cleaning me up or unlatching my wrists before laying back down and yanking up the sheets. My left shoulder hurt. He'd rolled me onto my side. He wanted to snuggle.

Oh, that was good. He was sliding himself against me and then in—Jesus, that was so difficult. He'd lubed himself but not me. I moaned. He spanked my thigh and I tried to shut up as he forced his way in. He didn't move once he was at his hilt. He fell asleep like that.

"Lawrence?"

It was daylight. I could see the sun through my eyelids. I tried to roll over and found that I could. My hands weren't bound anymore. Wait. I sat up and opened my eyes. My wrists were bare. I started moving the blankets around. "Where are my cuffs?"

"Calm down. I made breakfast. Come eat."

"No, I need my cuffs!" How did they come off? They'd been locked! Were they on too loose? I needed to move the bed.