Page 68 of Chasing After You
But still, the ropes held me together. They reminded me I hadn’t broken, that I was being supported. That Dorian had me.
I opened my eyes and looked at him through a half-lidded gaze. “Why do you know how to do this?”
Dorian tilted his head a little, one corner of his mouth pulling upward in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “When I thought you had run from me back then, I was so angry. So, I guess the start of my fascination with it wasn’t from good intentions. I wanted to tie you up so fucking tightly that you’d never be able to leave me again. I wanted to be in complete control of your every move. Then from there, it evolved as I got older. I learned moreabout the art of bondage. I went to a few different kink clubs to learn how to do it. And as I got to know some of the subs there, I learned that being tied can feel freeing for them. I wanted that for you.”
He reached out, not to touch the ropes, but to touchme,his fingers brushing against the side of my neck, just a whisper of contact.
“I still like being in control,” he clarified, humor in his voice. “And I think you like me being that way.”
“Yeah,” I answered almost silently.
“You’re gorgeous, big brother,” he crooned, devouring me with his gaze. “Let me just get this blindfold on you, then we’ll really begin.”
Dorian reached to his side, fingers tightening around the blindfold that lay there. He carefully covered my eyes with the cloth, tying a knot at the back of my head to keep it secure.
“How is that?” he asked.
“Good, just weird not being able to see.”
He chuckled darkly, making goosebumps erupt across my sensitive skin. “Good.” He leaned closer and nipped at my jaw. “Now I get to fucking ruin you for anyone else.”
I held my tongue, almost replying thathe already had.
I jolted in my binds as my nipples were both pinched and pulled. The electric sensation came from nowhere, whereas if I hadn’t had the blindfold on, I would’ve seen it coming. The sudden pleasure caught me off guard.
“These are more sensitive than I thought they’d be,” Dorian mused pleasantly. “Have you played with your chest before?”
I whimpered as he continued to torture the buds—pushing them in, pulling them out, twisting them, flicking them. I huffed out, “Uh-uh.”
“Such a slutty body,” he muttered, shocking me again when one of his hands abandoned my throbbing nipples and reappeared wrapped around my hard length.
“Oh, fuck,” I whined, writhing in his grip.
“You’re dripping everywhere, sweetheart. Fucking hell. So helplessly horny that you have to have your little brother take care of you, huh?”
I moaned, “Yes, yes, please, Dori,please.”
His other hand released the nipple it’d been torturing and caressed down my abdomen, joining the other in focusing on my lower half. One stroked up and down my cock, while the other weighed my heavy balls and ventured further back to rub into my taint.
“Such a needy little whore,” he groaned against my collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin there.
The ropes dug into my skin the more I wiggled, and I was addicted to it. “I love this, I love this so much,” I cried, keening when a fingernail pushed against my slit.
“Yeah, you do,” he said. I could almost feel his smug smirk even though I couldn’t see it. His hands suddenly disappeared from my skin, making a concerned whimper slip out of my mouth. I needed his touch. I needed to come again.
I inhaled breathily as I heard the reason his touch had gone: the plastic click of the bottle of lube.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as a wet digit pressed at my asshole. He didn’t respond as he rubbed soft circles against my rim.
I sank into that soft headspace again as I relaxed into his ministrations. My hips began rocking back ever so slightly, encouraging Dorian to continue.
I cried out as the finger pushed past my softened rim, slowly entering me where nothing else had ever entered before.
It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, but it felt less like pleasure and more like there was a foreign object somewhere it didn’t belong.
“It’ll feel good soon,” Dorian said, as if reading my mind. His other hand began working my cock again, causing warm pleasure to build inside of me.
His finger pressed against my inner walls, searching for my prostate.
