Page 9 of Evading Exodus
Oh…no, no, no.
Ace, realizing his mistake, groaned and returned his hands to the sides of his head.
“Ah, Ace… What am I going to do with you?” I sat up and gazed down at him, mentally stepping back from the plate. His eyes were half-closed, mouth open, short quick inhalations as he panted. His fingers twitched and slid into his own short hair, searching for something to hold on to. I glanced at my headboard, but that was a lost cause—no slats or bars—and I didn’t want him in a spread eagle. I lightly ran my fingers over his abs, mentally strategizing my next move.
“Please…” he pleaded, opening his eyes and drowning me in want. I offered him a lazy smirk.
So simple…
I instructed him to turn over as I picked up the supplies and gave him space to move. He turned onto his stomach, and returned his hands to a position above his head. “Up on your knees, keep your head and arms on the bed.”
Ace slid his body back, raising his ass, and giving it a little wanton shake. Of course, I had to slap it.
“More,” he mumbled into the sheets.
“Nope,” I said. “Not my style. I’m more into the BD than the SM. Now, don’t move, babe, and I’ll make it so good for you.”
He growled but held motionless. I got off the bed and went into my closet. Searching through my tie rack, I found two old silk ones that felt smooth as I drew them across my skin. I stood in the doorway and took in the vision before me.
Muscled thighs and a sculpted ass, lightly dusted with fine hair. A smooth back, strong arms. Deep, slow breaths caused the only movements I could see. I slid my hand down my chest and belly, taking hold of my erection and closing my eyes. For just a moment, I wanted to commit his perfection and this feeling of “right” to memory.
I walked forward and stepped up onto the foot of the bed. It rocked slightly as I positioned myself behind Ace and dropped to my knees. I spread my arms, stretching the ties between my hands and draping them across his upper back. I slid them back and forth, letting Ace feel their texture. I knew he liked satin, so I was sure this would turn him on. Dropping one tie off to the side, I slid the other one along his back. Once, twice, three times.
Laying the tie over Ace’s right hand, I instructed him, “Grab on, and don’t let go.” I waited until he had it firmly in hand before I started pulling it back towards me. When his hand came to rest beside his knee, I secured his wrist with a simple necktie knot, something I could easily loosen if I needed to and he could slide out of if he wanted, repeating the whole process on the other side. I tugged his arms back and knotted the two ties in a bow then grinned at the pretty package I’d made myself.
Kneeling between his calves, I breathed in deeply, my hands in my lap. Ace was quiet, but was starting to get restless. He raised his head off the mattress a couple of times.
“Dare—”
“Shhh…” I whispered, placing a hand on the small of his back. The hushing was as much for me as it was for him. I was nervous, never having done anything like this before, and I needed him to trust me. He settled at my touch, his easy acceptance a balm for my own anxiety. After a minute, I removed my hand, returning it to my lap. I continued to draw deep breaths to keep myself calm. While this was new and unexplored territory for me, I didn’t know if it was for him. That thought hiked up my unease, but Ace remained still, giving me the illusion, at least, that perhaps he’d done this before. Eventually, he started to shift again, shifting his knees this time.
I replaced my hand on his back and began letting my fingers drift over his skin until he relaxed again.
“This okay, Ace?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever…” I trailed off, not really wanting to ask, but knew I should.
“What, Dare?”
Gathering my courage, I asked, “You ever do something like this before?”
“You tie me up, then decide to ask me?”
Ace sounded annoyed. I couldn’t blame him, but I didn’t have to like it. I gave him a good hard smack on his ass.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his body jerking with the contact. Since he couldn’t see me, I grimaced and shook the sting out of my hand. I could see my handprint quickly forming in red on his skin. Fascinated, and liking the way it looked on him, I traced the outline of the print with my fingertips. Ace whimpered into the sheets. Okay, maybe there was a little bit of S in me…
I let my fingers wander over his warm skin, felt how soft the hair on his ass was, noted and circled the bumps and dimples of his skin. My fingertips ghosted along the sides of his thighs, past his knees, sliding all the way along to the tips of his toes. I knelt higher, lifted my hands to the back of Ace’s neck, and repeated the long glide of my fingers along his smooth, pale skin. Ace’s body shuddered beneath my hands, and he drew in a ragged breath.
On the next slow slide, I ran the side of my thumb into the crack of his ass, tapping his hole as I went by. I cupped my hands under his butt and gently squeezed, before continuing on to his legs and feet. Once more, I repeated my movements, listening to Ace hum and gasp.
Picking up the lube, I drizzled a little on my fingers. I placed my hand near Ace’s entrance and loudly huffed out a warm breath to warm the lube, raising goose bumps on his flesh. My normally effervescent Ace waited quietly, his body begging the unspokenplease, trembling in anticipation. His hole clenched, asking…
I leaned forward and swiped my tongue from taint to top, as I slipped my lubed fingers under him and slid them along his cock. I teased the length of his shaft, while my tongue danced the edges of sensitive skin. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked forward, coming right off the end. Inhaling his scent, I closed my eyes, and put myself into a rhythm. I worked him open with my tongue, loosening him up, all the while administering a tantalizing, slow hand-job. If Ace wasn’t tied up, he would have been a puddle of goo melting into the bed.
I added more lube to my fingers and rubbed my middle finger around his hole. Applying pressure, I slowly sank my finger into him. Ace’s groan went straight to my gut. I echoed that sound as my abs tightened and my cock twitched. Stretching him took almost no time, and I soon added a second and then a third finger. Each insertion and retraction earned me loud growls and hums and curses, but when I located and tapped his prostate, Ace only moaned quietly. I filed the information away to reassess at a later point.
