Electricity {G.D.}

Chapter Two

As you were cleaning the last few drops of the mess you left behind, alone and naked on the floor, your head felt dizzy from what he had just done to you. You were anxiously anticipating what was yet to come, but you couldn't help but feel a little fearful since Grayson wasn't afraid to try new things and push even his own limits. You two had a safe word, and you knew he would completely respect anytime you wished to use it, but you knew this punishment was going to be brutal. You put the soaked paper towels into the trashcan and you made your way to your room. Before you opened the door, you took a deep breath.

You walked into the dimly lit room you two share, with Grayson holding a pair of handcuffs he must have used once as a prop in a video. You could tell he was waiting for you. He stood up from the bed, and you immediately put your hands behind your back. Without saying a word, he walked behind you, shut and locked the door, and then began fiddling with the handcuffs around your wrists. You heard two clicks, and you knew then your wrists were no longer unable to be accessible.

"Down." he said in a low and grumbly voice, a voice he only used when you knew you were in trouble.

You got down to your knees, and looked up to your boyfriend, who kept a cool and serious composure. He began to loosen the drawstrings to his sweatpants, then lowering them to his ankles. You swore it was the sexiest sight you've ever witnessed in your life, and your stomach fluttered at the thought of what he was about to do to your poor mouth. You bit your lip and looked up, "May I suck it, sir?"

He gave you a cocky smile.

"What? Now you know your manners?" he grinned, "Yes you may, princess."

You leaned forward to take the tip in your mouth, you knew you had to take this with caution since you didn't have your hands to balance you on the floor. You sucked his tip hard, slowly taking him inch by inch deeper, working your jaw muscles enough to prepare them before allowing him to start working your throat out. You swirled your tongue around his head, hearing him curse out your name every time you would lick that sweet spot under his tip, you knew how sensitive he was there. You knew the further down you could take his cock, the more spit your mouth would produce so every once in awhile you would close your mouth around his cock and start jerking your head down fast for a few seconds, so you could take his cock out of your mouth and spit on the head to keep it nice and sloppy, just the way he liked it. You know he would punish you more if you ever gave him dry head.

It wasn't long before you could taste the familiar sweetness of his precum, a taste you never realized how much you missed until now. You hummed in pleasure around him, which drove him wild. He grabbed you by the hair and started working your throat.

"Fuck babygirl, fuck. Take that fucking cock."

You closed your eyes and did as you were told, feeling him inch his way down your throat more and more. Tears started to swell up in your eyes but you blinked them away, causing them to run down your cheeks profusely.

"Good tears or bad tears?" he said, with slight concern in his voice.

You slid his cock out of your throat and looked up, "Good tears, Daddy."

"You know our safe word, right?"

You nodded and started going back to it. Since your jaw and throat seemed to be warmed up, you were able to take him deeper. You would alternate between giving him sloppy, wet long sucks, and then sucking in your cheeks and taking him fast. Every once in awhile you would take him out of your mouth and lean down to suck on his balls, which threw him over the edge and would make him whine out even louder. From the tightness of his balls and the fast breathing, you knew he was going to bust soon. He then took himself out of your mouth, and motioned his head towards the bed.