Page 71 of Broken Bonds
Okay, I can barely breathe now. Feels like all the blood in my body has pooled in my cock, which begs me to ask to see the fun room.
This almost sounds too good to be true. “If I ask you to show me the fun room,” I start, “then we can also play there?”
I love the elk’s sexy, playful smile. “Yep. Almost anything you want to do. It’s also okay to say no, because I promise you it won’t hurt my feelings.”
“We can do anything?”
He chuckles. “Within Jax’s guidelines. But there are plenty of things we can do without even coming close to crossing those.”
I realize I’ve been edging closer to him when I process I’m staring up into his face. “Can we kiss?”
Dark embers flash in his eyes and he clenches his fists, presumably to maintain control. “We can absolutely kiss. I can suck your cock, fuck you with a strap-on, introduce you to the milker?—”
“Wait. The what?”
Now he closes the remainder of the distance between us and stares down into my face with the most deliciously evil smile. “Milker. Modified goat milking machine. Hook it to a guy’s?—”
“Yes!” I gasp, because if I say no right now, I don’t have a fraction of enough lube for all the abuse my cock will receive from my fist.
Hell, I’m not sure I’d be able to use my arm the next day after that.
His smile fades as he reaches up and touches my chin with his right index finger. “Safewords are red, yellow, and green. Like a stoplight. If I ask you how you’re doing and you don’t respond, everything stops immediately. Understand?”
I nod.
“I would normally engage in a protracted discussion with a new playmate, but this situation is different. I’ll let you take the lead tonight. If there’s something you want to do, you do it, and I will follow. If you want to stop anything, say red. If there’s something you want to do that I think goes against Jax’s rules, or that I don’t want to do, I’ll stop you or say red.”
“Anything?” I whisper.
He nods.
I rock up onto my tiptoes and kiss him, draping my arms around his neck and wishing I could climb him and bounce on his cock all night.
A low rumble vibrates from him as his enormous hands close on my ass, tightly pulling my hips against his and grinding a very considerable bulge against mine through our jeans.
Fuckin’ A!
He tastes like cinnamon and coffee, and as we kiss his right hand skims up my spine, cupping the back of my head and taking over the kiss.
I think I whine because I’d really love to feel that cock planted deep in my ass.
He chuckles and lifts his lips from mine. “You are a horny pup, aren’t you?”
I eagerly nod. “Fuck yeah, I am!”
He takes me by the hand and leads me out the back door and down a path I’d seen but hadn’t yet explored. We quickly arrive at an outbuilding I’d caught glimpses of but thought was storage.
He punches in the code and unlocks it, opens the door, flips on the light, and…
Well, my knees damn near buckle.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, uncertain where to look first.
He laughs and then locks us in. “Welcome to the fun room.” He adjusts the A/C cooler while I’m left turning in a circle and trying to take it all in.
The frame is…
That fucking frame is something I want to feel myself strapped down to.
