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I moved to the other, flicking it with my tongue while I tweaked the first, giving it a hard pinch. I straightened, glancing at his cut dick. I reached down to where I’d placed the piece of thin rope, then lifted his cock and balls, circling them with it. I tied a knot before winding the rest of the length around his balls, separating them from his shaft, which stood proud and flushed.

I couldn’t resist. I bent over and gave the head a good hard suck.

A groan rolled out of him. “Aw, fuck.”

“And we’ve only just started,” I remarked. “I know I said you could come, but try not to do that in the first five minutes.”

“How long do you want me to hold on for?”

He likes clear rules, remember? He wants instructions.

And I’d changed my mind.

“Until I say you can. Unless that counts as improvisation.”

Quinn gave a rough chuckle. “I was sort of expecting it, so you’re good.”

Some of the Doms at Obsidian would probably have clutched their pearls at being spoken to in such a manner. Not me. A submissive wasn’t a lower form of life, but rather, the opposite side of the same coin. I’d always claimed a sub could be the equal of a Dom.

Quinn was going to test that conviction.

I tugged on the rope, and Quinn moaned, his cock filling despite its little makeshift cage. I tapped against his balls, and a full body shudder rippled through him. I gave another tap, only harder, and his shudders multiplied.

Then I straightened.

Quinn stilled instantly, and I knew he was waiting for what was to come.

I reached under the bench and grabbed the plastic box full of clothes pegs. I placed the box on his stomach, and he gave an involuntary jump. He jerked his knee⁠—

Which collided inelegantly with my crotch.

Quinn gasped, jerked his knee again—and hit his target in exactly the same spot.

He froze, his mortified expression all too obvious. His mouth fell open. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That was… incredibly badly aimed.”

I laughed, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Damn it, I was shaking with laughter. Quinn arched his eyebrows, visible above the mask.

“And before you spiral,” I said, getting myself under control, “you didn’t inflict any damage. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” he said quickly. Then, after half a second he added in a rush, as though he couldn’t help himself, “I can attempt a third time. For consistency.”

I was very glad he couldn’t see me.

“I appreciate your scientific commitment,” I said carefully, my shoulders still betraying me, “but let’s avoid further data collection.”

He exhaled, somewhere between relief and laughter. “Right. Contain limbs. Understood.”

I stood there for a few seconds, my composure restored but not quite sealed back into place. I picked up a clothes peg, closed its jaws around the taut little nub, and was rewarded with an earthy groan. By the time both nipples were similarly imprisoned, along with the skin on either side of them, Quinn’s moans were constant.

I returned my attention to his dick, smacking it with my fingers, rubbing then tapping his balls, and when the urge seized me, I took his cock into my mouth and moaned around it, knowing the vibrations would be exquisite. By this time he was rock hard, and I aimed to keep him that way for as long as possible. I continued teasing his cock, making him squirm.

“Sir… Please….”

“Remember. You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.”

I’d had a lot of practice in recognising when someone was getting close, and I knew that if Quinn felt he was too near the edge, he’d tell me.

“But Sir⁠—”