Page 60 of The Truth of Our Past

My sounds make his cock twitch, and I’m pushing up, forgetting my tight muscles. Sliding under him, his balls drag along my back and I’m done. I nearly buck him off to seek more, but his large hand splays between my shoulder blades, holding me down.

“I’ve got you.” He nudges my legs wider to settle between them, then runs his tongue through my crack.

Von pinning me on the bed is ungodly erotic. Not claustrophobic or forcibly trapped.

Knowing it’s him feels safe. Everything in me loosens.

He pulls my ass cheeks apart, spears me with his tongue, and I grind myself on his face. I’m clawing at the sheets, rocking back on him. It’s not enough even though he’s licking me as if he’s trying to imprint himself on me. I’m determined to make this last.

Either I said that out loud or he’s a master at reading my body. He eases back and trails kisses in a methodical pattern up one side of my body and down the other. Goose bumps follow in the wake of his lips. He flips me over as if I weigh nothing.

His luminous eyes are eating me alive. I’m frozen in his piercing gaze. We’re communicating again without words. He’s all predator, crawling up my body, smashing his lips on mine. He’s devouring me, and I’m putty in his hands.

His hair tickles my skin and he must know I love it because he straddles me and flips it over his head so it tickles my belly. It’s the most delicious torture. Von rains more kisses across my stomach and nipples, continuing up my jaw to my temple, then presses our foreheads together so his hair is a curtain around us. His lips are featherlight and I can’t imagine ever kissing anyone else.

“Von,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with lust. “Do you…do you want to pick out something for me to wear?” I watch his confusion and then his eyes light with fire.

“Please.” His voice begs like I didn’t offer and there’s a chance it might not happen.

I rise and Von scrambles off me to allow me to get off the bed. I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer. Von’s hands hug my hips, his head resting on my shoulder as he peers into the drawer.

His breathing hitches, fingers tightening on my flesh. If he were anyone else, I’d be worried that he hasn’t spoken, but I know he’s not one for frivolous words.

“Go ahead.” I step aside to let him paw through the choices.

His serious face concentrates as he rubs the fabric of each pair of underwear. He’s touching the ones he’s drawn to but will make his choice based on the texture of the material. He sorts a few to the side—he likes the silk. There’s a bag with mangerie still wrapped in the store’s tissue paper. I swallow hard. It’s different from the others.

Von holds the leather straps up, turning it to figure out how it’s worn. I take it from him and wordlessly drape it over my body to give him the full effect.

His fingers trace the straps and circle the silver grommets. “This is…” He trails off but there is no mistaking his desire.

We’ve been naked together and I’ve let him touch and lick every part of me, but somehow this makes me feel exposed and nervous. “I’ve never worn it.”

“Will you wear it for me?” Von’s hand strokes my cheek in a gesture that eases the tension in my gut.

“If you put it on me.” I hold it out, glad my hands aren’t shaking.

It’s a complicated series of straps and I show him the hidden buckles and together we strap me in. It’s a tight fit, and he stretches the leather around my arms, legs, and torso. Von dresses me with precision and tenderness. He’s adoring me with every touch and my hard cock doesn’t want to be wrestled into the outfit. The head pokes out fiery red, dying to be stroked or licked or buried in Von’s ass.

Von’s chest heaves as he takes me in. “Do you know how beautiful you look,älskling?” When I shake my head, he leads me to the bathroom mirror. My skin is flushed, pupils blown wide. I hardly recognize myself. The leather circles my arms and shoulders and crisscrosses over my torso, attaching to the front of the thong which wraps around my legs to my bare ass.

My lungs aren’t taking in enough air and my heart is skipping beats, then beating out of my chest. It shocks me that I'm allowing Von to see my collection of underwear and dress me.

“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Von's hands reverently caress my body like he’s satisfied with simply touching me. “Will you fuck me with this on?”

I groan in agreement. The front pouch is detachable, so we can free my cock while the rest of my body is bound in leather.

“You are the fantasy I didn’t know to dream up. No one can compare to you.” Von pulls me backward so he can grind his erection on my ass. “I got so incredibly lucky.”

I choke on the absurdity of his statement. “You’re the fantasy,” I argue.

Von stares at me in the mirror. “Do you have a fantasy about me?”

“Of course,” I sputter. How could I not––the man is a walking wet dream.

“Then that’s how you’ll fuck me.”

It’s a dream. Not only the act but his desire to fulfill my fantasy.

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