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My cock throbbed and bounced as I listened to Nicolas’ words. He retrieved two smaller lengths of rope from the second coil. I stared into his fiery eyes and wondered what else he had in store.
Seconds later, Nicolas tied my ankles to my thighs in what he called a frog tie. It significantly reduced my ability to move or shift positions. After he checked the ropes once again to ensure they were secure, Nicolas wrapped his long thin fingers around my cock and pointed it straight up toward the ceiling. He lovingly kissed the head with pursed lips.
I threw my head back and let out a loud moan that echoed through the studio. “Are you still hungry?” asked Nicolas.
I nodded in response, but I was not only hungry for the Chinese food. I wanted to taste any part of my Master’s body—any inch of bare flesh. He wasn’t ready for that. Instead, he held out more noodles for me to slurp. Nicolas said, “And I haven’t eaten yet.”
My body shuddered when Nicolas laid slippery noodles in the center of my chest from my neck to just above my trimmed pubic bush. His erotic rumble of a voice announced, “You’re my buffet, my boy.”
I tugged fiercely at the ropes behind my back when my Master placed his lips against my chest and sucked noodles into his mouth. I ached for him and wanted to touch him. My lips wanted to kiss him, and I wanted him to take me anywhere he wanted to go. He owned me.
Nicolas took his time with his meal. He still wore his jeans, and I yearned to see his powerful, handsome cock. I still had to wait, and I shivered each time those noodles slid across my flesh before disappearing into Nicolas’ mouth.
My Master laughed softly when he placed vegetables on my nipples and lightly nipped at the nubs while taking the slices of carrot and snow peas into his mouth. I gasped when he reached the bottom of the noodle trail and kissed the head of my cock. It was already slick and shiny, oozing with drops of precum.
When Nicolas finished his meal, he held up a fortune cookie for me to see. He announced, “We’ll share one fortune.”
I gasped breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”
Nicolas broke the cookie, and tiny crumbs tumbled onto my chest. I watched as he slowly unfolded the fortune. It said, “Do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain.”
Nicolas smiled, and he leaned down to kiss me. He said, “Those are wise words to live by.”
My Master made love to me with my arms and legs bound tightly in the ropes. He rolled my hips back and pushed my ass high into the air. Nicolas took it all very slow, and I rode into ecstasy with him deep inside my body.
I discovered once again that I had even higher peaks of arousal I could reach. When my body shuddered as I came, the view from the peak was more spectacular than ever before.
* * *
I don’t remember the details of falling asleep that night. When I woke up in the morning, many of the candles were out. Some still flickered, and I nestled my face into my Master’s shoulder. He lay flat on his back with one arm around me and the other resting at his side.
My gaze traveled slowly over Nicolas’ body, and it took in the firm mounds of his powerful chest, the flat plane of his belly, and his thick, heavy cock at rest. We belonged to each other again. We’d never formally split up because we didn’t have those two necessary discussions before a final decision to go our separate ways.
I kissed Nicolas’ neck and then tugged on his earlobe with my teeth. His eyes fluttered open, and he asked, “Does it have to be morning?” His voice was rugged and rough, but it was music to my ears.
Sinks sunk into long countertops stood in another corner of the studio. A small apartment-sized refrigerator sat at the far end. Nicolas used it mainly for drinks, but sometimes it held odds and ends of food, including leftovers from restaurant meals and quick snacks.
I didn’t want to get dressed or leave right away for breakfast. I kissed Nicolas’ neck once more and said, “I’m going to rummage for a quick breakfast.” Rising to my feet, I let my Master roll over to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
After collecting the empty Chinese containers, my bare feet slapped across the concrete floor as I moved toward the sinks and refrigerator. I found orange juice and two bagel halves with a small container of cream cheese.
I started a pot of coffee on the countertop and busied myself putting together an appealing plate with my meager resources. When we shared the quick meal, juice, and coffee, it might as well have been a five-star breakfast at the Four Seasons. We were both still floating among the clouds.
* * *
Mayor Reynolds and his staff were in full celebration mode when I next visited city hall. The media response to my appearance was unanimous praise. Everyone in the office suite cheered when I walked through the door.
The effusive greeting startled me. I’d seen similar scenes in movies, but it was never part of my life. Bonnie pushed a plastic glass of fizzy grape juice into my hand. “It’s the best we can do. No alcohol is allowed until after hours.”
Mayor Reynolds had asked me to stop by mid-afternoon. I was still on a high from the night with Nicolas. The public praise was just icing on the cake. The mayor walked up to me and put an arm around my shoulders. He placed his other hand on my chest and asked, “Are you sure you’ve never been involved in politics before?”
I coughed slightly into my drink. “That is one hundred percent true. Honestly, it never crossed my mind in the past.”
“You’re a natural. The first time you stepped up to bat, you hit a home run. “The mayor gestured toward the rest of the staff. “Wouldn’t you all agree?”
Another low cheer rose from the group. I spoke as humbly as possible. “Thank you all, but I was only following my instincts.”
Mayor Reynolds poked his index finger against my chest. “And that’s what makes you so impressive. You have razor-sharp instincts. We’ll keep you in mind in the future.”
