Master, Master {ManxMan} {BDSM}

Chapter Twenty-One

{Chapter Twenty-One}

"I'm going to be gentle," he mumbles against my neck, his lips working on my sensitive skin to give me a hickey. Not in a spot I couldn't easily cover, of course, it wouldn't look professional if I went in to work with a hickey.

"Do your worst," I challenge, digging my nails into his bare back. He pulls away to stare at me with a kind smile.

"Not for your first time," he says. I laugh at this and shake my head.

"I'm not a virgin, Dave, you don't have to go out of your way to make this magical or something." I reply. But I quickly realize when his lips fall slightly in a frown that I probably shouldn't have said that.

"It's our first time. I'm not going to tie you up and gag you on our first time." He scolds. I open my mouth to argue but the look he gives me dares me to say something, and while on one hand I want to push his buttons, I know it may make him change his mind so instead I just nod my head and obey.

His hands move down to my pants and he begins to unbutton them before pulling them down. He pulls his own off and reaches over into the nightstand to pull out a few things. I notice, among the condom and clear bottle of lube is a pair of handcuffs. I tilt my head at him and a little, wicked twinkle appears in his eyes.

"I may want to be gentle, but I can't resist tying you up and having my way with you," he answers my unasked question. A thrill shoots through me at his words and turns my face red, like a tomato I imagine.

He doesn't comment on my reaction and instead takes both my hands and locks the cuffs around them. The soft black leather that's wrapped around them sends goosebumps over my body and makes my nipples hard, among other things. He smirks and pushes my bound hands above my head.

"Keep them there," he commands as he moves down to trail kisses from my neck, down my chest, until he reaches my hard cock. Instinctively my hands move to lace in his hair but he pulls away immediately and gives me this look of disapproval. Once more he orders me, "Keep your hands there."

We're both still for a moment while we stare at each other, both expectant. Then I realize what I've done wrong and nod.

"Yes, Master," I say, knowing the title will make him happy. Just as expected, his eyes twinkle with that emotion, an emotion of love with satisfaction.

"I love that coming from your lips," he whispers, voice husky and sexy. He moves back to lick at my erection before he begins sliding it to the back of his throat and bobs his head to blow me, almost making me cum in mere seconds.

He seems to realize this though, as he always knows these things, and pulls away to pinch his thumb and forefinger around my shaft to stop me. He releases a few seconds later and reaches over to grab the condom and lube. He rips the package of the condom with his teeth, watching me the whole time as he rolls it over his hard cock and lathers lube around it.

He puts some of the slimy substance on his fingers, rubbing them together briefly before lifting my legs to rest around his waist. He slowly inserts one finger, waiting briefly to see if it hurt me before entering two more and making weird motions to stretch me. When he's satisfied he pulls his fingers out and pushes his tip against my entrance.

He lifts a hand up to cup my cheek and smiles at me.

"You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs and I realize he's right, I haven't moved my hands at all. I haven't tried to make him uncuff me so I could fuck him, because I'm letting him take me, even though I'm not used to it.

I prefer to be on top, to give random men pleasure, but for some reason I am fully content with him dominating me in every aspect, even if he does tie me up and gag me, I honestly think it would just make things more exciting. To try new things, with someone I am so in love with, and with someone who clearly loves me enough to take a plane across the ocean to be with me, even though it means loosing his chance to study abroad.

I love this man with every ounce of my being, and I am more than willing to submit to his every command, to be put on a leash and made to walk by his side like a dog if he wanted. I would do anything for him, and I trust him to always lead me in the right direction.

If this beautiful, amazing man asked me to jump off a cliff, I would do it with no questions asked, because I trust he has a good reason for it.

"I love you, Master," I manage to choke past the ball in my throat that formed from the intense emotions I feel. His gorgeous blue eyes shine with a love, a love that surely matches my own.

"I love you too, beloved," he whispers as he slowly pushes into me. I shut my eyes as the pain comes but he stops when he's in, waiting for me to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Once the pain subsides and I relax, he begins to move agonizingly slowly. I barely catch myself before I can command him to speed up, rather I ask, or beg really.

"Faster," the plead slides past my lips with a tremble. He stares at me while he continues at his slow pace.

"What do you say?" he demands, his voice strong and commanding. I look into the depths of those deep cobalt eyes, my own watering slightly from the pleasure.

"Please," I muster. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to, I see it in his eyes. He begins to go a bit faster until we're both panting, making incoherent sounds and just taking each other in.

He dips his head low to kiss me on the lips, praises falling from his lips while his hands clutch my hips tightly. His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead while his eyes continue to give me the most loving look I have ever seen.

Then finally I feel my body tighten, my toes curl and hips try to arc but he's still holding them, and I lose myself in the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. My mind goes blank, stars dance around my vision and pleasure rushes through me. My semen shoots between us, falling all over my chest and his. He cums next in the condom, still moving inside me until his orgasm is over and he pulls out.

He uncuffs my hands, tossing the handcuffs on the floor before he leans down to kiss me softly.

"Good job, beloved," he murmurs against my lips before kissing my forehead and cheeks. My lips twitch with a smile and I reach up with my newly freed hands to pull his face down so I can give him a rough but passionate kiss.

"Thank you, Master," I say tiredly and he smiles. He moves off the bed and leaves the room for a few moments, coming back with a damp washcloth. He cleans off my chest and kisses me once more, leaving to discard the rag. He lies back down when he's done and turns me so he's hugging me against his chest.

"Goodnight, my beloved," he whispers in my neck. I vaguely remember muttering a sleepy 'goodnight' in response before I fall asleep.