Page 42 of Not Safe For Work

I ran the wheel along his rock-hard dick.

“—fuck!” His body shook and jerked as if torn between jumping out of his skin and staying as still as humanly possible while cold, sharp metal touched his cock. “Oh… God…”

I set the wheel aside, though I kept it within reach. Then, still fucking him with my other hand, I ran my fingertips down the same line along the underside of his cock, and he released a choked half sob. “So jumpy. It’s just my fingers.”

He pressed his lips tightly together. Probably biting down on a “go fuck yourself” or something similar.

With another featherlight touch, I teased his balls. “Think you can handle more?” I finger-fucked him faster for emphasis.

“Y-yes.” He exhaled. “Please.”

Oh, he knew the way to this Dom’s heart. Overwhelmed, shaking, frustrated, and yet still practically begging for more.

I withdrew my fingers. Without a word, I put some more lube on the condom, positioned myself against him and slid my cock into his well-prepped hole. He whimpered as I eased in. I barely kept myself quiet—fucking him was hot enough. Fucking him while he was cuffed to a bed, blindfolded and eagerly taking anything I gave him? It was a wonder I kept myself from grabbing his hips and pounding him until I came.

All in due time, though. I wasn’t done teasing him. As I rocked my hips, taking long, deep strokes inside him, I picked up the Wartenberg wheel again.

This time, when the spines met his flesh, he damn near sent me over the edge. The wheel had barely grazed his inner thigh when he cried out, tightened around my dick, and jolted so hard he almost knocked me off balance. I recovered, though, and kept rolling the spiky wheel across his skin as I steadily fucked him.

Rick…was losing…his mind. He murmured curses and words I didn’t understand. Twisting, arching, trembling—he tightened his hands into fists, the muscles in his arms standing out just like the cords on his neck as he arched and trembled. As tight and hard as he was, I wondered just how tall of an order it was for him to resist coming, but he held back.

I, on the other hand, was getting dizzier by the moment. I couldn’t focus, and I didn’t want to accidentally stab him with one of the spikes, so I tossed the wheel aside, grabbed on to his hips and let him have it. The bed squeaked, skin slapped skin, and Rick moaned and gasped as I fucked him hard. The sight of him…the sounds he made…my cock disappearing as deep as he could take me…

I forced myself all the way inside him.

Shuddered.

And slumped over him.

“You,” I murmured in between gasps for breath, “are amazing.”