Page 31 of He Who Sleeps

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"Good." He went back to the cupboard to collect the strap-on he'd chosen, hesitating for only a moment before he brought it back to her. Open and honest. That was the aim. He had to be raw with her, and this needed to be done.

It wasn't easy to get the harness on with her already bound, but he managed it, and then it was time. "This is..." He had to clear his throat and start again. "This is the first time I've done this with someone else," he told her.

She looked down her body, arched a brow and then looked up to him. “Never pegged someone before, so this is a first for me, too. I get why I’m tied down, but I’m not sure how this is going to work. I mean the mechanics I get, but not all tied down.” She smiled. “But I’m not against it.”

"Because I can't trust you not to try and take over in the heat of the moment," he said simply. "This isn't about you fucking me. It's about me taking what I want in a safe environment. And until we know each other better and there is trust between us, this is how it's going to go."

He began stripping out of his jeans, noting the way she eyed his cock with pained hunger in her eyes, but she kept her mouth shut and something in him eased. She wasn't going to make this difficult. He'd prepared well for this session, even though he'd chosen a dick on the smaller side, and didn't feel any embarrassment about removing the butt plug he'd had in and tossing it into a bucket for cleaning.

He took a moment to lube up the strap-on but then everything was ready, and there was no putting it off. Climbing onto the padded table with her, he straddled her body, his knees on either side of her waist, and held her gaze as he sat back and down, slowly impaling himself on the silicone rod.

Watching him, she kept her eyes on his, showing him her acceptance. She bit her lip, clearly wanting to say something, but didn’t.

It took him several moments to get all the way down and then he settled there for a second to catch his breath. The fullness was exquisite, but he knew the true pleasure would come when he started moving.

Whatever she wanted to say, he was curious to see if she could keep it to herself or if her impetuousness would force it to bubble up out of her, so he didn't ask. Instead, he took another deep breath and then began to fuck himself on the strap-on, rising and falling slowly at first, but then as he hit the right angle to massage his prostate, he lost control a bit as his brain short-circuited from pleasure. It felt so fucking good...so forbidden...and it had been such a long time.

Her breathing hitched, and she fought a squirm under him, but her eyes stayed on him the entire time, watching.

It was gratifying to him to see the way her nipples were pebbling and her pupils were dilating. She was into this. She might want a more active part, but this was definitely a good start. He picked up the pace until the pleasure was too much and he reached for his cock, giving it the last bit of stimulation he needed to come all over her belly and breasts in thick pearly spurts while his body shuddered and shook. The adrenaline from trying something so private with someone else had made it harder to reach the peak, but the release had been all the more intense because of it. "Fuck..." he murmured, fighting the silly grin that wanted to creep over his mouth. “You look good all tied up and covered in my cum.”

“Thanks. I feel good tied up and covered in you, Snake,” she said finally, and licked out at the cum that had hit her lip, closing her eyes. “Will you be upset with me if I tell you that was extremely hot to watch?”

"Not at all." He was actually relieved there had been pleasure in it for her, since that was what the sacrifice was all about—the energy they siphoned off her orgasms. Speaking of...he raised himself off her and made short work of removing the strap-on, since it was easier to slide out from under her than it was to put it on. She was obviously aroused, the area between her thighs was glistening under the lights and he couldn't help but feel satisfaction about that. Tossing the used items in the cleaning bucket, he grabbed the Hitachi, knowing from previous experience that it was her favorite, and brought it across to the table. "You want to do it and let me watch, or do you want to stay tied down and let me do it?" he asked softly. "There's no wrong answer or trick question. It's your choice."

“You,” she said with a smile. “It’s better when you do it. Though...” she gave him a cheeky grin, “Next time we play like this, maybe add a toy to the inner base of that strap-on... It would have been amazing to come with you.”

The urge to snap back at her demands rose up in his gorge, but he forced it down. It was annoying that she wanted to make demands and simply assumed they would do it again, when it was his choice.Hischoice. But that said, it was a reasonable request. The energy harvested probably would be even more potent.

"For future reference, this smug, cheeky smirk you have going on doesn't do it for me," he said. "It feels like disrespect, but I'm trying to explain instead of going off on you. But yes. If that's something you think you would enjoy, and if the Elders agree to our request, we can look at purchasing more suitable equipment." He just hadn't been expecting these nights to go this way, so he wasn't as prepared as he should have been.

“I wasn’t trying to be smug, or cheeky, Snake. I felt like we connected. I’m sorry if I overstepped with that,” she said softly.

He paused again, mulling over her words. It had definitely been a cheeky grin. He was certain of that. Perhaps...perhaps it meant something different to her? Cheekiness as an expression of joy rather than brattiness or disrespect? He didn't know. He would need to speak to one of his brothers to understand it...probably Stitches. He was the most alike to her in temperament. In any event, it was something else that would require adjustment and he would just have to learn.

"It's fine." His voice was gruff but he didn't care. He needed her to come so he could untie her and let her out of here. He needed some time alone to think through the revelations they'd made. He turned the Hitachi on and pressed it to her clit, loving the way she squealed as the sudden shot of pleasured spiked through her.

“Ah!” she gasped, arching as much as she could in the bonds, her body shuddering. Her eyes were on him as she writhed and moaned. “Fuck... Snake...”

Maybe one day. The thought came out of nowhere and threw him for a loop. Could he? Could they? One day would he be trusting enough to plunge his cock into this hot, willing woman? Maybe. But not today. For now he focused on pleasuring her, on moving the vibrator in tune with the bucking of her hips until she shattered, crying out his name as her body strained against the restraints, her throat sounding raw.

"Good girl." He took the vibrator away, not wanting to force her through another two or three orgasms. He knew Stitches had something elaborate set up, so he'd be grateful for the extra time. It didn't take long to undo the ropes and he went over her carefully, checking that none of her joints had been strained or injured. Once he was certain that all was well, he stepped back and gestured for her to get off the table.

"You should go and shower," he told her. "Stitches will need your skin clean."

She nodded. “I...yes. Thank you, Snake.” She slipped from the table, standing on shaky legs. She grabbed her robe, slipping it over her shoulders, giving him an awkward smile. It was clear she didn’t know what else to say to him.

"I think we can make this work," he said softly as she turned toward the door. "Today was...a good start."

She nodded again. “Sleep well, Snake. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

"Dark God-willing, that will be soon," he murmured, and then she was gone.