Page 77 of Misconduct Zone

The silk of an eye mask touches my skin as he lifts my head to secure it in place. It has the faint, soothing scent of eucalyptus.

Lars places a chaste kiss to my navel, then works my sweats and boxers down achingly slow. My dick pops free, hot against the cool air, seeking his attention. He rewards me by swiping his tongue over my tip and groaning.

“I love the taste of you.” His face nestles in my groin. “I love the smell of you.”

Without my sight, I’m attuned to his slight movements that give away his next move. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in and he chuckles.

I remain silent, submissive. There’s the urge to beg him, to tell him I love him, but I suspect he’s testing my resolve.

My legs are almost free of my pants, but he leaves them around my ankles, which will restrict my movement. His calloused hand closes around my wrist, dragging it up to the headboard and then does the same to the other. More silkwraps them tight, and he yanks at them until my wrists are crossed and bound to the headboard.

I’m panting and my dick leaks over my belly. When his weight leaves the bed, I whimper.

“I love the look of you ready for me. Ready to take what I give you. I’m so proud of you.” As Lars intends, his praise slides over me, sinking into my brain, inducing savage lust. He kisses the inside of my knee and sucks the skin of my inner thigh. Marking me.

I desperately want a permanent mark of him on me.

“You are mine,” he growls.

“Yes,” I agree.

He flips my legs up so my pants dangle over the crown of my head while his thumbs part my cheeks. I suck in a breath and hold it.

Lars’s tongue flicks my hole, and I’m truly a slut, moaning for him. I beg without words, screaming for more.

His hum of pleasure vibrates through my body, and a “Please” slips out.

I get a spanking in return, and my ass burns, but he rubs the sting and my keening fills the room.

“Look at you tied up, blindfolded, and begging to be spanked. You are shameless.”

“Yes. Use me.”

He strikes me again, and my balls draw up. Lars twists them, and I yelp in pain, but the impending orgasm wanes. He sucks them in his mouth and I’m boneless. Craving his touch, his mouth, his words, and goddamn, I need his cock. I know better than to beg for it.

Lars will gift it to me when he’s ready and not a second before.

“Open.”

My mouth flies open, and his fingers fuck me. I ensure they’re nice and wet.

“Is your hole so greedy it can take my finger without lube?”

It’s not a question since his saliva-soaked finger breaches me before I can answer. My back arches, and I push out, allowing him access. He sucks my head and swirls his tongue around, lapping up my precum.

Another finger joins the first along with his tongue, and I try to push closer, but he retreats.

“You only get what I give. Understand?”

I nod, tensing all my muscles and releasing them in an effort to relax.

“That’s better.” He kisses the tip of my cock as his fingers stretch me. The sting is delicious, and I’ll be feeling him tomorrow. My body will have the memories of him with aches and pains, and I want them all.

“Open,” he barks again, and I obey as he lowers my legs to the bed and straddles me. “Take me like the good cocksucker you are.”

Fucking hell. I love being Lars’s cocksucker. During mating, a lion’s roar can be heard up to five miles away, and in my brain, my moan rivals that. I’m delirious, my mesolimbic dopamine pathway has been lit up like a supernova. I’m the man he wants sucking him, trusting me enough to show his base instincts. My lips close around his cock and I shudder. He rams into my throat until I choke around him.

“Min kärlek, my love, you take me so well. Your pretty mouth looks so good around my cock.”

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