Page 55 of November Reign
“Right. I’m green.” He nodded his head. He was so fucking sexy when he was all submissive and compliant.
“Good.”
I didn’t say anything more as I set about teasing Thyme until he begged. I had a feather that I ran up and down his legs, occasionally kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin behind his knees.
His hands automatically shot out to stop me.
“Hands,” I chided, taking away my touch. He put them back where I’d placed them in the first place.
“Sorry!”
Thyme wriggled in place. We’d gone to sleep naked, so I was treated to a full view of his compact body, his cock hard and leaking against his flat stomach. The man didn’t eat nearly enough. He ate like a bird. If he was agreeable, I’d put a bit of muscle on him. Working out together could be hot.
“Behave,” I warned.
I returned to the alternating touches. Soft with the feather, firmer with my fingers or lips. Every so often, I’d suck a mark into his skin where no one else would see it.
The feather around his nipples made him gasp. He moaned out a curse when I sucked each one into my mouth. He about launched from the bed when I bit one. His hands clasped my head, keeping it in place.
So, he liked nipple play, huh? Well, guess who was getting clamps next?
“Hands,” I repeated, my tone firm.
Thyme smoothed my hair back before placing his hands in the correct position.
We repeated the game over and over until I could see his frustration. I turned my attention to his cock.
The magic of the transition spell had gifted him with an average sized uncut cock. I already knew he had a prostate, since I was well acquainted with it.
I pulled back his foreskin and blew on the tip. Thyme gasped out my name. His fingers twitched closer. Ilicked over his length, down to his balls, then over his taint to his hole.
A pillow raised his hips so I could get at his hole easier. Thyme made mewling noises as I licked around the furled skin before pushing my tongue just inside him.
“Oak!” he cried, his hands cupping my face.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?” I got to my knees, clasping his hands. “Turn over.” My tone brooked no argument. I let go long enough for him to do as he was told.
“Gotta tie these naughty hands up.” Since I knew Thyme would struggle, I kept my silk ropes handy. With sure movements, I restrained his hands above his head. His face was turned to the side, his eyes still covered. He was all flushed from his forehead to his chest.
I ran my hand down his back and swatted his butt a couple of times, loving how it jiggled.
“Check in.”
“Green.” Thyme smiled and tried to wiggle his ass.
“Careful,” I warned. “Any sass and I’ll stop.”
He stopped moving and didn’t speak.
“Better.”
Cupping and squeezing his ass cheeks, I returned to my task: opening him up to take my cock. Spreading him open, I spat on his entrance before using mythumb to ease my spit inside him. I’d get the flavored lube too, but I wanted to play for a while longer.
The morning light outside the window told me I was running out of time. I had to move this along. My dick gave a throb at just the thought of being inside Thyme again.
I licked over his hole, making him moan, then set to work stretching him. The lube I’d picked was pineapple, and I didn’t particularly like the taste of it, much preferring Thyme’s musk over the artificial flavor. He cried out when I pushed two fingers inside him as I nipped at the tender skin around his entrance. I completely ignored his leaking cock. He’d come when I was inside him without anything else, or not come at all.
“Please, please, please! I need you, Oak.” He was so pretty when he begged. Were those tears slipping out under the mask?
