Page 54 of Not Safe For Work

“No. Definitely not.”

“Good.” I stepped back and gestured at his belt. “Take off your pants.”

He didn’t hesitate. He quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, and—carefully—slid them down.

I knelt in front of him, not letting it show that my knee objected. I carefully supported his caged cock in one hand, and with the other, gently unfastened the strap around his balls. As I slid the whole assembly off, Rick closed his eyes and released a long breath.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Jesus, that feels so much better.”

“I’m sure it does.” I rose, the jingle of the cock cage masking the crackling in my joints. “You handled your punishment well.” I dropped the device on my dresser. “I think you deserve a reward for that.”

He swallowed. “A reward?”

“Mmhmm.” I kissed him again and murmured, “How tender are you?”

He glanced down and shrugged. “A hell of a lot better now without that…contraption.”

“If it hurts too much, we can stop.”

“Doesn’t hurt.”

“Not yet. But say so if it does.”

“I will.”

“Good.” One more kiss, this time long and deep, just the way I’d wanted to while we’d stood beside the Coke machine this afternoon. “Strip, and then bend over the bed.”

He immediately started unbuttoning his shirt. I took my time while he shed his clothes like they were on fire, and I’d barely toed off my shoes before he was obediently bent over the bed. Excellent—now I could enjoy the view while I undressed myself.

A man like Rick looked hot no matter what. Leaning over the bed like that, long legs apart and that beautiful ass just waiting to be fucked? Perfection.

I stood behind him and, in absolutely no rush at all, rolled on a condom. Once I’d put some lube on my cock and on my fingers, I pressed a fingertip against his ass.

As I carefully eased my finger into him, he groaned softly.

“Feel all right?” I asked.

He nodded, his forehead brushing the comforter. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

After a while, I added a second finger, and he groaned again, gathering fistfuls of the comforter in his kneading hands.

“I’ve been waiting for a sub like you for a long time.” I spoke slowly and quietly, watching myself fuck him with my hand. “Where have you been for the last twenty years?”

“Looking…” He grunted as I bent my fingers inside him. “Looking for you.”

I bit my lip. God, yes. “You found me. And now I’m going to make sure you feel amazing tonight.”

“Already do.”

“Good. I think I know what’ll make you feel even better.”

“Please.”

I slipped my fingers free and put more lube on the condom. Then I pressed against him. He leaned back, and I let him, especially as the head of my cock breached him and he took me deeper.

Neither of us made a sound as I slowly—stroke after smooth, gentle stroke—worked myself all the way into him. I found an easy, steady rhythm, rocking my hips and watching myself disappear inside him again and again. Why did people have sex with the lights off? Hell if I knew. And why was I thinking about that? Or anything?