Page 6 of Desperately Delicate Viper

I snake an arm over his shoulders to wrap my hand lightly around his throat, not pressing down or cutting off his air supply, just holding tight enough to feel the vibration of every helpless, horny sound that the gag muffles as I thrust against him and bite marks all over the backs of his shoulders and neck. Every so often, his hips jerk involuntarily, and he squirms against me. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life. I’ve never even dreamed of it. The rush of it is something I could easily get addicted to… if things were different. If my life were different.

Maybe once I’m free I can find someone to play with just like this, someone who will beg me to own them and wreck them like Luca did. I stamp down the flutter of disappointment in mychest that it can’t be him. It can’t be anyone in Wildcliff, because twenty days from now, I’ll be a ghost.

I release my grip on his throat and take a step back. He whimpers loudly but holds still as a statue while I bend down to open my bag. Inside I have a length of silky rope along with the usual supplies: condoms, lube, wet naps for cleanup. I choke back a laugh at the fact that I started the night wondering how I would talk a John into letting me tie them up. A pang of regret ripples through me, but I have to do this. Ihaveto.

I grab the rope and the other supplies, then tangle my free hand in his hair, giving his head a sharp jerk.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart,” I purr, putting my lips near his ear and nipping at the lobe. “Hands above your head.”

Luca pants and attempts to nod, only managing a half jerk against my grip. I kiss his cheek, shivering at the sandpapery feel of his stubble on my lips, then let go of him so he can do as I say.

He scrambles into position, spreading himself out with his hands over his head just like I told him. His cock lies heavy against his belly, swollen and dripping with precum. He bends his knees and spreads his legs, giving me a subtle peek at his waxed, pink hole, trembling to be filled and pounded.

I tear open the condom with my teeth and roll it down my aching shaft, then I toss a couple of packets of lube onto the bed and climb on top of him. Luca groans and bucks his hips as I straddle him and shuffle up higher until my sheathed cock is swinging just an inch from his gagged mouth.

“I’m going to tie your hands. You can safeword by snapping if you need to.” The half lie tastes bitter on my tongue. If he safewords, obviously I’ll stop what I’m doing, but I already know I’m not going to untie him.

My heart hammers with a mixture of guilt and arousal as I tie loose knots that should be easy for him to slip out of later. I would hate to leave him stranded here to be discovered, nakedand humiliated by the hotel staff tomorrow. I just need to slow him down when it’s time for me to leave.

My cock bumps against him while I work, and he nuzzles it, making hungry sounds that leave no room to wonder if he would suck me if he could. Heat blazes up my spine at the thought of having Luca’s lips wrapped around my bare cock, sucking and licking me, moaning like a slut while I fuck his mouth. My cock throbs, and I bite my lip against a moan as I finish the knots.

There’s nothing but burning desire in Luca’s eyes as I crawl back down the bed and position myself between his legs. I hold his gaze as I rip open the packet of lube and squirt it directly onto my cock. He said he wanted it rough, and clearly a little bit of pain isn’t a problem for him. I push his thighs farther apart and nudge his tight hole with my slicked cock, waiting a few seconds to give him the chance to snap if he needs to. But he doesn’t flinch or hesitate, he just stares right back with lust and need etched into every inch of his face.

I push forward and the pressure of his ring of muscles around the head of my cock makes the heat gathered in my gut twist and tighten. I gasp as I force my way through, and Luca arches up off the bed, his cock jerking so violently that for a second I wonder if he’s coming already. Strands of precum leak from his slit and create streaks over his abs. He balls his fists and lets out a suppressed wail around the gag as I fill him in a single thrust.

His channel flutters and clenches around me, making my balls tighten and my toes curl. I don’t give him a chance to catch his breath before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again. Luca makes another wild sound, and I notice a streak of moisture on his cheek that might be sweat, but I don’t think it is.

I reach up and catch it on my thumb, my cock throbbing deep inside of him as we both pause for just a second and stare ateach other. My heart stills and an unexpected surge of affection swells.

Luca’s nostrils flare and his eyelids flutter, then he cants his hips impatiently, snapping me out of the unexpected tender moment.

I pull out again and fill him with another jarring thrust, but this time I don’t pause. Theslap, slap, slapof our bodies colliding fills the room as I find a punishing rhythm and pound into him mercilessly. His cock bobs and bounces against his stomach as our harsh pants and untamed moans join in. More tears streak down his cheeks, but everything about him screams that he’s a man untethered by pleasure, so I don’t stop.

I fuck him harder and deeper, letting myself forget for just a minute that anything else exists except for this moment. Letting myself pretend thatthisis my real life—tying up a gorgeous man and bringing him to tears with my cock inside of him simply because we’re wild for each other. I screw my eyes closed and fuck him faster, memorizing the feeling of his heated skin under my fingertips and the sound of his breaths just before he falls over the edge.

I can feel him tightening around me, getting closer and closer. Without opening my eyes, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock in a rough grip. It only takes two hard tugs before he’s thrashing underneath me, his inner muscles clamping tightly around me. His sticky release fills my palm and spills between my fingers as I jerk him with strokes that match my pace, not letting up as he twitches and pulses around my cock. A stupid part of me wants to open my eyes and savor the look of pleasure that’s no doubt twisting his features and deepening his olive skin with a flush, but I can’t do it. I throw my head back and give myself over to my own orgasm instead, the force of it nearly knocking the wind out of me as my balls clench and my cock answers his throbbing pulses with my own.

I grunt and groan through stuttered thrusts as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure until I can’t anymore. I shiver with hypersensitivity as I slip my spent cock out of Luca’s still twitching hole and finally pry my eyes open.

He looks just as beautifully wrecked as I imagined, his forehead wet with sweat and his heavy-lidded eyes watching me with a look that can only be described as worshipful.Fuck. My breath catches in my throat, and I send up a silent prayer of forgiveness for what I’m about to do.

I take off the condom and climb off of him. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself while I tie it off and toss it into the trash, and then I turn back to Luca, hoping he can’t see anything off about the smile on my lips.

“You were so good for me, my precious slut,” I murmur, leaning over the bed to loosen the knot on his gag. There’s drool running down his chin, and he makes a sad little whimper of loss as I ease it out of his mouth. “Stay here for me for another minute, okay?” I ask, even though he doesn’t have much choice.

Luca nods wordlessly, even though he has full use of his mouth again. He doesn’t question me or even tense as I move my shirt up to his eyes and tie it into a blindfold again. My heart thunders wildly against my rib cage as I quickly tiptoe back to the foot of the bed and dress in a hurry. I didn’t plan to use my shirt as a gag or blindfold, but Idoalways keep a change of clothes in my bag just in case. I pull my fresh t-shirt out and slip it over my head, and then, holding my breath, I grab his discarded pants off the floor and fish out his wallet.

The sheets rustle, but I don’t have the guts to look over at him again. I can’t exactly tiptoe with my boots on, but I move as quietly as I can, snatching his watch off of the dresser and wincing at the metallic rattle as I close my fist around it.

“Anders?” Luca asks in a hoarse voice.

Bile rises in my throat, and I pause one step outside of the bedroom, daring to look back at him for just a beat.

“I’m really sorry,” I whisper, and then I bolt.

I’m sure it’s going to take him at least a minute to get himself untied, and I doubt he’ll chase me down bare-assed naked, but my mind plays tricks on me anyway, convincing me that I can hear his thundering footsteps right behind me as I flee down the stairs as fast as I can, not daring to look back as I burst out the door at the back of the hotel and into the pitch dark night beyond.

I don’t stop or slow down. If anything I pick up speed, sprinting down the street until I’m able to get lost in the bustle of the bar district on this side of town. I finally risk a glance over my shoulder to reassure myself that Luca isn’t after me. Of course he’s not, but that doesn’t do anything to loosen the knots in my chest.

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