Page 70 of Chasing After You
Pressing a kiss to the injury, he rolled his hips back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my channel. Groaning, he then thrust back in, pegging my prostate and making me cry out. His piercings rubbed all the right spots inside of me, bumping and pushing against my sensitive inner walls.
The next few minutes went similarly—Dorian fucking into my virgin ass roughly, as if to permanently carve out a space for himself.
In and out and in and out.
Over and over, drawing my need endlessly higher.
“N-need to come,” I gritted out, feeling my orgasm hastily crest.
“Come on your brother’s cock, angel,” Dorian snarled, reaching around my waist to wrap his hand around my dick.
Cum erupted from me, and my body shook through wave after wave of red-hot pleasure. I yelled out his name, riding out my orgasm. “Dorian! Dorian! Dori!”
Dorian shouted out as he came, hips stuttering as he released deep inside of me. The overflowing warmth of his cum broughton another, smaller wave of pleasure, causing a few more spurts to empty out of me.
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I don’t know how long I stayed like that—fucked out, wrapped up in rope, soaked in cum. It could’ve been two minutes, or it could’ve been two hours. The soothing darkness of the blindfold and the fuzzy feeling I got from being restrained made time seem irrelevant.
But at some point, I felt Dorian shift behind me. The mattress dipped as he leaned back to slip out of my now well-used hole. I vaguely heard myself whine at the sudden emptiness.
“I’m going to start untying you, but I want you to drink this water first,” he said quietly.
My eyes fluttered open slowly as he removed my blindfold. The room felt dimmer than before, or maybe just softer, like I’d been underwater and was only now breaking the surface.
“Okay,” I breathed, watching him raise a glass of water to my lips. He held it slightly tipped, slowly pouring the refreshing, cool liquid into my mouth. I sucked it all down, moaning as it quenched the thirst I hadn’t realized I had.
He started at my wrists—the knots he’d tied with such certainty earlier now came apart like silk under his fingers. He was gentle, like the undoing was just as crucial as the restraint had been—maybe even more.
The pressure hugging my body left slowly, like the echo of something warm slipping away. I whimpered at the loss.
Dorian pressed chaste kisses against my skin and murmured, “I know. It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you.”
He didn’t rush. He lowered my arms with quiet reverence, cradling one, then the other, giving my shoulders a soft squeeze—maybe to ease the stretch, or maybe just to sayI’m here.
My muscles tingled, waking up as circulation returned to my limbs.
When he started on the chest harness, I tilted my head down to watch him. He focused entirely on the knots, brow slightly furrowed in concentration, mouth drawn tight in that way it always was when he was focused.
The ropes peeled away one loop at a time. Each one released a little more tension, not just from my body, but from somewhere deeper, more complicated to name. It was like I’d been carrying something I didn’t know I’d picked up, and Dorian was helping me set it down.
He bundled the rope neatly beside him once the last knot was gone, then looked at me.
“There. Are you doing alright? How are you feeling?”
I nodded, still a bit out of it. “Yeah. I just…” I swallowed, my tongue feeling too heavy in my mouth. “That felt… weird. But good. Like… my brain shut up for a minute. It was so good.”
A flicker of something passed over his face—pride, maybe.
A silence stretched between us, thick but not uncomfortable.
My body felt at peace. I wasn’t used to that.
I wasn’t used topeace.
“Thank you,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes softened, and he nodded once, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “You’re perfect, angel. So perfect.”
