Page 60 of For Your Heart
“Right now, you want to be railed. Yeah?” he asks.
I nod wildly.
He kisses my lips again and climbs back to his knees. After giving my raging hard cock a quick jerk that leaves me blubbering and whining, he goes back to securing me in the ropes. This time, he includes one around my dick. Wrapping it gently but firmly until I’m gasping so hard I might have a stroke. Lung failure. Is that a thing?
The rope from my dick is tied around my neck, so the tug on it is in direct response to how I move my head. I look at Damon with wide eyes. He smiles wickedly, his finger rubbing over my slit and making me tremble almost violently.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
I swallow, my eyes darting down to my cock. “I don’t think I can come like this,” I say.
His wicked smile gets bigger. “That’s the idea, Najee.”
“I don’t know that word,” I say, looking up at him. My movement pulls on my dick, and I gasp, a shudder moving through my body. Why does that feel good?
He chuckles, continues to rub the head of my cock, and kisses my lips. “Want to roll over for me?”
I look at him like he’s grown three heads. How does he want me to do that? The only thing I can move is my head, and it’s literally attached to my dick. I don’t want to pull it off.
“Might tug on your cock a little in that position. What do you think? Want to try it?”
I nod. Damon is gentle and careful when he rolls me, arranging my pillows in such a way that I’m not forced to rip my dick off. My face is off the bed next to the pile of pillows beneath my chest. I have free range of my head while the rest of me is forced to remain completely still by the combination of the position he has me perched in and the way he’s tied me up, which is almost too bad because I know when he starts to actually fuck me, I’m going to be losing my mind.
His hands move along my back, over my ass. His fingers slide through my crack and press on the plug in my ass. I whine, but his hand moves lower, cupping my balls. “Najee,” he murmurs again.
“What does it mean?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer as he taps my dick and I whimper. Loudly. Fuck, I need to come. Everything inside me hurts and not from the ropes. The ropes feel like I’m being grounded. Centered. I’m not so out of control.
Handing Damon complete control over my body should be a little terrifying; but having him make every single decision for me, including how much I can move and when I can come, is a strange breath of fresh air. It feels good. It feels freeing.
Seems counterintuitive to have all my power taken away as freeing. But it’s a choice to let someone else do it for me. It was my decision to give up every mechanism to someone else. And I chose that someone else.
No one made any of these decisions for me. Not who decides something or who the other someone is. It’s all me.
That’swhat feels so liberating. Like I can breathe freely, unobstructed for the first time in my entire life. I’m in complete control in this situation. If I say ‘Pepsi’ everything stops. That gives me complete and total control over this situation.
When his hands move back up to my ass, he gives it a little slap and I moan, my head jerking and yanking on my painful cock. My moan turns into a yelp.
“This is about control,” Damon says, as if he's reading my mind. His body shifts so he’s leaning over me. For a minute, I melt as I feel his lips across my skin, trailing kisses. “You’re in control of what happens to your cock right now. It’s up to you whether there’s pressure on it, pain, or you just feel the soft cords wrapped around it.”
I start to nod, but stop.
“You get to control your orgasm today, Najee. Ready?”
Whimpering, I don’t dare nod or shake my head. How do I come with my dick wrapped tighter than a present? I take a breath and whisper, “Yes.”
“Good.”
He doesn’t move off me. He doesn’t do anything different from what he already is. His body weight slightly on me as the hand that’s not holding him up moves over my skin. Caressing me. His lips brush my shoulder and neck.
I feel wanted. Sexy. The way he touches me makes me feel warm and cared for. Like he sees me. He knows what I need and how to please me. I feel like Damonwantsto please me. To make me feel good right now. I’m the center of his attention and I almost sob.
His hand finally moves to my ass, and he plays with the plug for a minute. Pushing on it, wiggling it inside me. Pulling it so that the ring of muscle there stretches to release it, only for him to let it go and it snaps back in place.
Damon continues to tease me until I’m crying out because I keep jerking my head and pulling on my cock. I don’t know if it’s pity, or that’s just the point he was waiting for. But he pulls the plug out and I nearly sob at its loss.
Before the sound is even out of my mouth, his cock has replaced it. Pushing in deep, completely burying himself in one swift thrust. The clap of our skin echoes in the room as I cry out. My head jerks up and my cock is pulled tight, making tears surge in my eyes.
