Page 75 of Hunt Me

His palms slide together, and then he leans over me, gently taking my wrist and pulling it over my head. He uses loose knots to tie me to the bed railing, one limb at a time, until I’m sprawled out on his bed in a star-shaped pattern.

And when I’m fully immobile, his fingers take their time exploring, taking advantage of me being trussed up and unable to move. He trails his touch over my ribs, my nipples, places I’m bruised, and places where there’s not a mark on me. I pull at the restraints on my wrists with a faint whine and then tug on the ones on my ankles.

I’m not sure how he’s going to fuck me like this, but I have a feeling he’ll manage just fine.

When he’s satisfied that I’m unable to get out of the makeshift bonds, he pushes off the bed and stands over me, gripping the base of his thick, heavy cock. It’s hard and flushed, needing relief just as much as I do. But he doesn’t stroke it.

Instead, he steps toward me and lifts his hands. ‘I’m going to fuck you slowly, and you’re not going to move.’ I nod, and he adds, ‘Good boy.’

That makes my nipples pebble harder and my cock jump.

‘I want you to just enjoy,’ he tells me. ‘To accept what I give.’

I nod again, and his lips twitch, his gaze roving over me.

‘If you don’t like something, say it. With your voice.’

I can’t help but bob my head once more. At this point, I wonder if I’ll say yes to anything just to get him to fuck me. I feel like I’m on the precipice and about to fall over, and if it’s not into pleasure, then it’ll be into absolute fucking madness.

He must sense the urgency because he reaches over and grabs the lube, setting it on the bed next to me. When he straddles my hips, our cocks brush as he lets his hands fall to my sides, and he starts to massage me, a slow, gentle stroke of his palms against my flushed skin. It drives me absolutely fucking wild.

And as much as I want more, I don’t tell him to stop. It’s too easy to lose myself in his talented hands, feeling every inch of my body start to relax in ways that I don’t think it ever has. He notices, I’m sure. The look on his face has gone from intense concentration to deep satisfaction, and he’s staring at the way my body moves into each pass of his firm hands.

When he finally makes it to my cock, I let out a heavy moan as he gives me one single stroke, then lets go to pick up the lube. He dribbles a heavy dollop on my aching length, then strokes me, bringing me right to the edge before letting go and massaging my balls.

It’s erotic as hell, but the touch is too soft and too tender for me to come, and I think that’s his plan. A frustrated moan rises in my throat, but he doesn’t give in. His gaze flicks up to mine, and then his fingers drift lower, down the crease of my ass, and finally to my hole.

I try to lift my hips, but he gives me a stern look, and I lower them as he shakes his head.

‘Don’t move,’ he reminds me. I settle against the bed, and he drags his lower lip between his teeth as he signs again, ‘Good boy.’

Fuck. My cock jumps at that, and I want to beg him with my whole body to hurry and get inside me, but I know that if I’m patient, I will be rewarded.

He enters me slowly, his finger a slow drag against my channel, opening me up to him. He takes his time too, adding more lube, then smirking as I try to control my moans. I’m unable to keep them inside though. I have no idea how loud I’m being, and I can feel them ragged against the back of my throat, but I don’t care.

I’m sweating now, my arms half-numb from being tied up, and I realize I can’t take it.

“More,” I finally shout, and he blinks down at me with three fingers stuffed inside of my hole. He crooks one, grazing it over my prostate, and I gasp. My eyes flutter shut as sensation blooms inside me. Fuck, if he’s not careful, I’m going to come.

He pulls his fingers out of me a moment later, then wets his cock with lube before gently lifting my hips as much as he can with the restraints around my ankles. His fingers pull my cheeks open, and he slots his cock at my hole. It’s slippery, and he misses his mark twice before he finally notches the head against my rim and pushes inside hard, stealing all of my breath for that first heady moment of being finally—finally—filled by him.

I cry out against the stretch and the way it burns. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and Archie is nothing if not singularly focused on making sure that I feel every inch of him. I pant, trying to fuck myself on him, but he holds me still, pushing in inch by agonizingly slow inch until I’ve taken all of him.

As I settle all the way onto his cock, I realize the angle is almost unbearable. With even the slightest movement, he hits my prostate, and pleasure rockets through me in a way I’ve never felt before.

He catches my next moan in his mouth as he presses his chest to mine, and he deepens the kiss while holding himselfinside of me. I feel utterly trapped, completely at his mercy, and well aware that I will not come until he’s ready for me to let go.

I’d hate this if it were anyone else, but with him, I love it.

His hips start to piston, first backward and then slowly back in. I gasp at the first fuck of his cock deep inside of me. It makes everything burst with sensation. I’m so fucking close.

There’s no way I’m going to last.

He does it again, his lips brushing against my mouth, not quite kissing, but I realize that this is probably his eye contact. This is how he holds me, his rabbit caught by a feral fox who refuses to let me go.

I strain against the bonds as he picks up speed, knowing full well the way each fuck torments me, knowing that he’s bringing me closer and closer to the edge while never letting me fall over.

It’s torture, and it’s pure bliss.