Page 70 of The Gambler's Prize
“May I?” he says, knowing the answer.
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper.
I’m not going to last long at this rate. I place my hands on his face, caressing him as his lips surround me and it feels so fucking good. He looks up at me like this is a dream for him. There was a time when I never thought we’d get here. He kept me at a distance for so long. Even when he allowed me to get off using his body, he wouldn’t touch me properly. Now he’ssuckling me like he can’t get enough, the wet sound of his lips filthy in the silence. Now the barrier between us falls with a glorious, deafening crash. It’s like being taken into the mouth of a volcano. The heat from his lips and especially the heat in his eyes. His tongue flickers, wicked flames. His hand works my shaft, and then he rolls my balls around in his huge palm and teases like I’m all his: all his to toy with. I close my eyes and give my pleasure over to him, trusting him completely with my body, my soul, this man who hated me. His touch drives me on and I can’t help rocking my hips and pushing myself hard and deep into his mouth. He runs his tongue in a circular motion around my slit, lapping my pre-cum. He slides just below and behind the head of my cock. My head gets light.
“Stand up,” he says. “I want to try something.”
I whimper, sure my weak knees won’t hold me. But I want to please him, so I struggle to my feet. His hand creeps across my ass cheeks and then he’s pressing at my hole. My knees give way completely, like I knew they would. I collapse and he helps me onto the sofa. I laugh at myself, at my complete lack of game when I’m with Grimes. He laughs with me as he inches his finger inside me, twisting and exploring. His mouth finds my cock again and at the same time two big fingers reach deeper inside me. He hits my prostate and I scream with joy. My body unravels, my mind. He’s all around me, inside me, taking over and driving me to scary heights of pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this. My balls tighten. Pressure builds from my groin, ripples through my whole body as a terrifying orgasm rips through me. I’m seeing stars and crying out as I come in deep his mouth, his fingers deep within me.
“Fuck, that was good, Boss,” I breathe.
He looks up at me, post-swallowing, his mouth slick with my cum and a quizzical look in his eyes.
“Are you still calling me Boss, Florian? I’m not really supposed to order you around anymore. Not since I ripped up the contract.”
His words are slow, deliberate. A question. I can’t take my eyes off his wet lips. I fidget with my bracelets, a little embarrassed even after the intimacy. But this is Grimes. I can tell him what I want.
“I’d like you to, sometimes,” I say. “I mean, it’s quite... quite...”
I sneak a glance at him. He’s looking at me with his head on one side, a little smile playing on his lips. In complete command of the situation.
“Yes?” he prompts.
“Nice,” I whisper.
He caresses my face and then hooks a hand around the back of my head. Starts playing with my hair. I’m going to get addicted to this, the way his lightest touch makes me feel like my whole body is a spool of thread controlled utterly by him.
“So may I serve you now?” I ask.
I glance down hopefully at the bulge in his trousers.
“You may,” he says.
“How?” I whisper, excitement building. I need him to walk me through it, give me orders. I need to please, to serve him.
“Get naked for me,” he says.
He stands and takes off his shirt and trousers, revealing the naked power of his body. I saw him shirtless lots of times as we worked side by side, but the sheer breadth of his bare shoulders is a surprise every time. His clavicle glistens with sweat and his thick shaft is erect and ready, proving how much sucking me off turned him on. I run my gaze down his torso. It’s an austere plane of solid muscle, unyielding as the desert landscape. Wow, look at me getting all poetical at a moment like this. His ass has a little heft to it. Surprisingly juicy considering the lack of any spare meat on the rest of him. The ass calls to me and I dig myfingers into it, yelping as he grabs my wrists and holds them tight.
“I told you to get naked for me, not feel me up,” he says.
“I’m not allowed to touch?”
“Correct.”
Excitement prickles up my spine. I look longingly at his tempting brown skin, his firm-looking nipples that beg to be sucked, but I say, “Yes, Boss.”
I discard my clothes in a heap on the floor while he watches, arms folded. I wait for my next orders, my cock filling again already. He rakes his gaze over my naked body. I stand tall and proud for him, and he kisses the scars on my torso one at a time. Each point of contact sends a quiver of pleasure.
“Those fucking assholes,” he murmurs. Venom mixes with tenderness in his voice. The combination brings me to putty. “If I got my hands on them…”
“I know. Stop torturing yourself about that.” I trace my lips across his scarred tattoo. “And I never meant for this.”
“I know, flower. Stop torturing yourself aboutthat. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Grimes goes to a cabinet at the side of the room and comes back with a bottle of oil. “Come here, flower. I need you now.”
