Page 25 of Key of Kink

The thin towel I’d hung under the bench was within reach, and I grabbed it.

“I don’t have a ball gag near me, so this will have to do.” I trailed the end over his chest, letting him feel its texture, its weight.

Quinn stilled. “Do it.”

I smiled as I knotted it, then place the knot between his lips and tied the ends under his nape. “Three taps is now your safeword,” I reminded him. “And if you’re going to come, all you can do is moan.”

Quinn gave little jolts and he drew air in through his nose.

I moved to stand between his thighs, stroking them, caressing them, and occasionally leaning over to suck his cock. His trussed-up balls revealed his hole beneath them, and I trailed a fingertip over his pucker.

Quinn’s moans bounced off the walls.

I was loving this. Every little touch got a reaction, every connection amplified, his responses acute and loud.

I trailed my fingernails over his chest, abs, and thighs, raking the skin lightly, making him shiver. Now and then I paused to tease his dick, never letting him off the edge on which I had him teetering precariously. All through it, he kept up a litany of tiny noises and light moans, his body stiffening then relaxing. The muscles in his thighs quivered, and I kissed him there, feeling the tremors that trickled through him.

That tight little hole called to me, and I was never one to ignore such an invitation.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from its position next to the bench leg, and I knew the moment he heard the snick of the cap. His head jerked in my direction, his chest rose and fell, and his belly tautened. I slicked up a single finger and slowly pressed it through the ring of tight muscle, the heat of him sucking me in. His groan grew louder and I pushed inside him up to the knuckle.

All I could think of was how amazing that would feel around my cock.

I sawed in and out of him, alternating between quick and slow strokes, pausing here and there to suck the head of his rigid dick. I tasted pre-cum, and as it trickled down his shaft in a thin glistening stream, I knew I’d pushed him far enough.

I pulled free of that warm prison and moved to stand at his side. I removed four of the pegs, leaving the two clutching his nipples. His belly trembled, but I didn’t take them off. Instead, I unwound the rope from around his cock and balls, and it rose into the air, solid and flushed with blood. My next task was to remove the makeshift gag.

“Thank you,” he croaked.

I want to see his eyes.

I bent low to whisper, “The mask is coming off now, okay?”

He nodded feverishly, and I unfastened its catch to reveal grey-green eyes flecked with amber highlights. I looked into them.

“You can come when I take the pegs off.”

His eyes widened and he nodded once more. Then I removed the first peg and closed my mouth around the nipple.

Quinn came like a fountain, spunk rising into the air, his back arching as far as it could off the bench.

I removed the second and sucked it, loving the cries that tumbled from his lips as I laved it with my tongue, the flesh hot and taut. His cock still pulsed onto his abs, jerking with each shiver that flowed through him. I freed his nipple and undid the clasps on the cuffs, releasing his wrists and ankles. And because I couldn’t hold back a second longer, I licked his abs, tasting him.

“Sir…”

I knew what he wanted.

I cupped his cheek, closed the gap between us, and kissed him, sharing his cum.

He tastes sweet.

When Quinn finally lay still, I straightened, then rubbed his wrists and ankles. I took a step back to give him space. The scene was done. I felt the click of it. And what followed wasn’t a void so much as a gentle exhale.

That was good.

Except it had been better than good.

Quinn