Stop looking.
I shake it off and meet Anders’ eyes. They’re a little wide, maybe panicked. He hasn’t answered me, so maybe I need to take the lead for a minute.
“Yellow?”
He shakes his head. “Green.”
“You going to tie me to the chair?” I ask.
Anders nods, reaching blindly for the black bag with the large red X on it. He pulls out leather cuffs, and apparently my cock likes the look of them. It jerks and leaks the tiniest drop of precum.
“Take a seat.” Anders’ voice is deep, gruff, and sexy.
I don’t even hesitate a second. The suede material of the seat is warm on my skin as I sit.
“Hands behind your back.” Anders’ raspy tone makes me bite my lip and practically whimper.
Anders descends to his knees beside me and adjusts the leather cuffs to go around my wrists. They’re tightened with buckles and feel rough on my skin but aren’t too bad, and I can hold on to the thin, short rope connecting the two together.
“Not too tight?” Anders breathes in my ear.
“Good,” I croak.
Anders stands and moves in front of me, his cock just out of reach even if I lean forward. Already, being tied up is having some interesting consequences. Normally, I’d reach for his hips and pull him close to me—take what I want.
But I can’t do that. It’s both thrilling and frustrating.
“I didn’t realise this would look so hot,” Anders murmurs.
“I always look hot,” I joke, because the intensity of his eyes on mine unnerves me in the best possible way.
My cock aches, begging to be touched, and again, the inability to do anything about it only amplifies the need. I grip the rope of the cuffs tighter as my wrists wriggle and try to get free.
The chafing feels like it’s on my balls instead of my hands, and Anders hasn’t even touched me yet.
A soft hand runs through my hair, causing shivers down my spine. My toes dig into the carpet. Muscles I didn’t even know I had tense and contract.
“Anders,” I breathe.
His grip tightens in my hair, forcing my head up to look at him.
The gleam in his eye is feral and hungry, and I understand why he and the therapist were adamant on a safe word because I don’t think I’ve ever been more vulnerable than right now.
Slight uncomfortableness washes over me but not enough to slow down or stop.
Anders leans over me, his mouth coming down on mine hot and heavy. I stretch to full height as much as having my hands behind my back lets me, but it’s not enough.
A whine gets stuck in the back of my throat, and Anders laughs against my lips.
“I like you like this,” Anders whispers.
I won’t admit it, but so do I.
“Suddenly not so cocky.” He glances down at my overeager dick. “Or still a lot cocky, I see.”
There’s something about not getting a say, not being able to act that’s somehow restrictive but liberating at the same time.
My partner’s pleasure has always been a priority for me, but not being able to do anything about it frees my mind from that concern which means all I’m focused on is the sensations coursing through my body.
Like the feel of his lips on my skin as he lowers himself to his knees, his mouth trailing down my body. The feel of his soft beard brushing against my stomach as he goes even lower. Relishing the soft, wet touch of his tongue to the tip of my cock as he licks my slit.
Fuck, Anders looks good on his knees.
Thick, dark hair, loose and crazy, hanging down to his neck.
Flushed skin.
Eager mouth.
Unlike the last time he gave me a blowjob, he doesn’t hesitate. When his eyes meet mine, staring up through surprisingly long lashes, there’s a playfulness that wasn’t there a few weeks ago.
Anders licks, he teases, he engulfs my whole damn cock to the back of his throat.
“Holy hell, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Mmm,” he hums around me while dragging his mouth back up to the tip and pulling off.
Anders’ hand strokes me from tip to root, while his mouth explores lower.
My thighs tense and widen, and the noise that comes out of me when he licks my sac is guttural and primal and a sound I’ve never made before.
His hand and mouth work together.
I fight against the restraints more.
The tightness on my wrists sends pain shooting up my arms and down my back, but it’s the good kind of pain. The type that makes my cock harder and my mind clearer.
I reach a level of pleasurable haze I’ve never experienced during sex. This experiment was supposed to get Anders out of his head, but it turns out it does something for me too.
All I can focus on is Anders’ mouth and the intensity in which he works me over. Wet slurps join my heavy breaths, and when he takes me to the back of his throat again, my cock pulses.