That other exception

Part 6

"Jesus Jonathan..." He whined as I nipped the shell of his ear "do you have to do this to me every time" I felt  the inside of his thigh against my leg as he started to wriggle, his hands sliding down my sides and resting just above the waist band of my jeans. Evan was the complete opposite to me when he was turned on, he very rarely made any noise louder than breathing heavy, so every whimper, yelp and moan he did let out was guaranteed to send a flood of pleasure through me.  However what this did mean was that I could read every hitch in his breath and gasp. 

"I thought you liked having your ears nibbled" I asked as I continued to nibble his ear and heard a quietly hiss in response. "do you want me to stop?"

"nooo..." his voice cracked as he continued to wriggle, I moved back a little so that I was facing him, my face close enough that I was distracting him  "I just mean that you...get all dominant on me after..." He voice got slower until he stopped talking altogether.

"your passive persona turns me on so much...and you submit  so easily when I eventually wake you up" I teased knowing that he would get embarrassed about his nocturnal persona and that he gave into me so easily.

"And yet you never take advantage of me when I'm in that persona" he turned his head to one side slightly as he spoke, his cheeks turning a very cute shade of pink.

"I like my victims to be awake when I torture them" I chuckled, avoiding the question he didn't actually ask but knew he wanted to.  I gently pulled his face back to look at me as he rolled his eyes at my answer.

"are you ever going to tell me?" He sighed, almost pouting at me.  He had been trying to get me to tell him why since day one, when I first started experiencing his passive persona he'd always wake up cuddled into me, and I'd be stroking his hair.  Even though he could see physical evidence of how turned on I was he knew I hadn't used him to satisfy my own desires, which seemed to confuse him. 

"maybe...if you behave" I smirk, confident I had him where I wanted him, I moved the couple of millimetres to close the distance between us and kissed him, slowly parting his lips with my own and continued the kiss we had started earlier, knowing that we didn't have a time limit this time I took my time reclaiming every millimetre of his mouth.  I felt the heat of his hands slide up my back as he pushed back against me deepening the kiss.  I couldn't keep him in the position he was in, combined with my weight on top of him would slowly put pressure on his shoulders and neck and quickly become painful. Before I could think about where and how to move him I felt a sudden shove to one side which rolled us off the edge, I landed heavily with Evan on top of me, when we hit the floor it winded me breaking the kiss, by the time I'd recovered Evan was sat over my ribs,  pinning my arms with his knees, which meant he had both of his hands free to do whatever he wanted.

"getting a little cocky there are ya bud" he chuckled, the smirk on his face told me that he'd managed to trick me into thinking I was in control.

"what the fuck...no!" I felt  a little twinge of annoyance and began twisting my wrists to try and break his grip. "not again Ev' come on!" this wasn't the first time he'd let me get over confident by faking being in a submissive mood but this was the first time he'd done it after he'd had an episode with his sleep disorder.  I started struggling, trying to get myself in a position that I could try and flip us back over so that I was on top. it took a few minutes to realise that I was trapped between the floor, Evan, couch and the coffee table.

"Not going to happen Jonathan...tonight...you're all mine" He sounded like he was trying not to laugh, which irked me. As much as I wanted spend the whole night rolling around with him lost in pleasure.  I sure as hell wasn't going to just roll over and give in to him, that's not how our relationship works.  Sure we had our moments when we got all romantic and shit or just had lazy days where we just hung out and cuddled up to each other to watch a movie or something.  But we both preferred it when we had to wrestle to find out who was in control that night.  he knew I was going to fight to regain control and from the look in his eye he was planning on carrying out one of my 'darkest secret' fantasies, the one that was guaranteed to keep me on the edge for as long as he wanted to torture me.  The last time he did this to me I didn't leave the bedroom for nearly two days,  by the time I did get up I was so out of it, it was like I had been on a massive drinking binge and lost control of 80% of my body's muscles, my balance was almost non existent and he had to help me walk in a straight line. 

I watched as he began peeling off his fleece, followed by his t-shirt, all the while I was testing how well he had me restrained.  I was getting more and more turned on the longer I couldn't  break his hold over me and he knew this.  His fingers wrapped around my wrists and I felt the pressure from his knees lift as he moved further down my body,  I was so distracted by what he was doing and trying to free my hands that I wasn't prepared for the feeling of his mouth hungrily claiming mine, I moaned as every nerve ending prickled with pleasure.  His weight settled on top of me as a physical reminder that I wasn't going anywhere, but that didn't stop me from making this as hard for him as possible, he was going to have to work for it if he wanted my ass tonight.  I was struggling to break his grip so much that he had to keep stopping and readjusting his grip on me or where his knees where so that I didn't over balance him. 

With a growl of frustration he suddenly let go of me, I assumed to try and move me to a better position but before he managed to get hold of me again I scrambled onto my hands and knees to try and get up and out from the containment between the furniture so that I'd have better chance at regaining control.  Before I could get to my feet I felt his fingers dig into my hips and pull be backwards so hard that I slid across the floor on my chest with my ass in the air until it collided with his hips.  He almost leaped on me as I tried to scramble across the floor again, pinning me down and pinning my hands over my head. 

"you know how to stop me, all you have to do is say it" he murmured into my ear while he waited for me to stop struggling. I knew he was worried that he was being a bit too heavy handed with me but my senses where too strung out to reassure him, in stead I growled in response and kept struggling which made him chuckle.  He bite down on the back of my neck before crossing my wrists over, he knew he could only hold me like this for a few seconds before I would free myself but before that could happen his hand was back and holding me again.  it took me a moment to recognise that there was something else in his hand and a couple more seconds to process what it was,  a thin, black silk cord, the same one that I had packed in my backpack before leaving four days ago.   I knew sending him that text to tell him what I was bringing with me would backfire somehow.  Even with me resisting and swearing my head off, he had my hands tied together with very little effort, or at least that is how it seemed to me.

His teeth raked across my shoulder as he adjusted his position, I was done, every sense seemed to be screaming at me to give in to him and let the pleasure I was fighting against to completely take me over and I was so close to giving in that I was barely resisting anymore, my breathing so fast that it sounded like I had just done a 200 meter sprint.  His feet crossed over my ankles so that he could use his shins to pin my lower legs. One of his arms pushed under my hips and lifted me while the other undid my jeans and began sliding them down. He lowered me back down and lay over the top of me again the feel of his bare skin on my back and his belt buckle digging into the top of my ass making me bite my lip as another moan forced it's way out between gasped breaths.