Page 36 of Deadly Little Sparrow

A metallic rattle reaches my ears and skitters along my skin as Sparrow rifles through the drawer. Eventually he stands and turns to face me again, a condom and a bottle of lube in one hand and a set of leather wrist and ankle restraints in the other. I lick my lips and squirm involuntarily, my muscles all bunching then relaxing, my cock twitching as my foreskin rolls back to fully expose the precum slicked tip.

He approaches the bed with that same catlike prowl, his eyes devouring me, consuming me, setting me ablaze without hope of relief. Sparrow reaches the end of the bed, setting down the condom and lube and then the restraints, keeping just one in his hand. He teases the tips of his fingers along my left ankle. The touch itself isn’t erotic, but I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times that every inch of my skin is oversensitive and tingling, my heart thudding wildly.

He fits the first restraint around my ankle, the buttery smooth leather soft against my skin as he tightens it and then slips his fingers around the edges to check that it’s comfortable. His grip is rough as he tugs my legs wider and fastens the first one to the footboard. My breath catches and my nipples tighten as he moves on to the second one, cuffing my ankle and restraining me.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Sparrow purrs, climbing onto the bed between my legs. “I bet you’ve jerked off a million times with your legs restrained like this, haven’t you?” He crawls closer, his soft, hot skin brushing my inner thighs, his attention on my heavy erection.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp my answer, clenching my fists to resist the urge to reach for my cock.

“Do you do one hand too? Tying yourself to the bed frame as best you can all on your own before you play with your aching cock?” He leans in and ghosts his lips over the head of my cock.

“Yes, Sir,” I moan again, my muscles trembling to hold still as my cock jerks against his warm, damp lips. He grins and flicks the tip of his tongue along my bunched foreskin, dragging another strangled sound from my throat.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now. You can retire the unsatisfying, half-restrained jerk sessions and let your Little Sparrow take care of that itch you can’t scratch on your own.” I don’t know if he just means that he’s here now but might not be later, but my primitive caveman brain takes his words as a promise. He’s right, he has owned me since the second I laid eyes on him, but that goes both ways. He’s mine too, and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep him. There’s no death or destruction that wouldn’t be worth it in Sparrow’s name. An involuntary growl rises up in my throat and he chuckles, as if he can read the violence in my thoughts and it pleases him.

He places an open-mouthed kiss to my shaft and then continues his ascent up my body with bruising bites and more wet kisses along my skin. My muscles jump and tense eagerly under his touch, every mark he leaves feeling like a claiming brand. He laves his tongue over each of my nipples, the feeling shooting through my cock and tightening around my balls.

Sparrow shimmies his way up my body to straddle my chest, his hard cock swinging just out of reach as he cuffs one wrist and then the other, fastening them to the bed frame the same way he did with my legs. I’m bound and completely at his mercy, helpless to do anything but look up at the man who holds a terrifying amount of power over me. Fear is the last thing I feel though. I felt an unfamiliar and unpleasant rush of fear when I thought I was about to lose him tonight, but there’s not a damn thing scary about putting my life in his hands.

“If you ever tried to leave, I would find you.” The rough words bypass my brain entirely, rumbling through my throat and past my lips, sounding every bit the promise and the threat that they are.

Sparrow laughs again, carding his fingers through my hair and tempting me with the tip of his cock barely an inch from my lips.

“I know,” he says with the hint of a moan under the words, like the threat of being stalked by a Mafia hitman is straight out of his wildest wet dreams. “And I would let you.”

SPARROW

The flare of possessive heat in Xaviaro’s eyes unravels something wild inside of me, making my heart beat faster as I slide back down his body and bury my face against his throat. I suck a bruise over his Adam's apple, feeling it vibrate with his moan. He said he wants to wear a collar of my bruises, he wants reminders of my hands and mouth hiding under his expensive suits, aching on his skin when he’s hiding behind the mask of deadly indifference that keeps him safe and sane.

I grind my cock against his abs, adding a few more mouth-shaped bruises to the collection on his throat. He would hunt me down if I ever left? He wouldn’t have far to look. I want to live under his skin. I want to handcuff myself to him so I can make sure there isn’t a second in his day when this stone cold, needy, perfect man is going unworshipped.

The persistent, empty ache inside of me spurs my thrusts faster, every drag of my erection over the toned ridges of his stomach makes my breath catch and my insides heat. I abandon my task of biting a collar around his throat and catch his mouth in a deep kiss, tangling our tongues and swallowing every helpless whimper he feeds me.

Will I ever get over the awe of Xaviaro’s submission? The way his jaw softens and his lips part, letting me plunder his mouth as he sinks helplessly into the bed, is a more powerful rush than holding life and death at my fingertips.

“Do you know how perfect you are for me?” I break the kiss and stare into his eyes so I can watch that flickering moment of pleasure he gets from my praise. The flutter of his eyelids is just as intoxicating as the way he’s splayed for me, bound to the bed and at my mercy.

I sit up and reach for the lube I left near the bottom of the bed, the foil of the condom wrapper crinkling between my fingers as I pluck that up as well. I hesitate for a moment, absently tracing the shape of the condom through the package with my thumb. I shift back another few inches until I can feel the heat of Xaviaro’s cock resting against the crease between my ass cheeks. It’s thick and heavy, pulsing eagerly with the beat of his thundering heart. I swivel my hips, imagining what it would feel for him to pump inside of me completely bare, to fill me with his release and let it drip out of my hole later.

But it doesn’t feel right to make such a big decision when he’s got one foot in subspace. He would give me anything right now and I would take it.

“Ask me, Sir,” Xaviaro says. I glance down to see him eyeing the condom just like I am.

I swallow, keeping my eyes on him for several long moments, searching for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is the same eager, relaxed openness he always seems to wear when I have him alone like this.

“Let me take you bare?”

He groans and his cock twitches against my ass. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

I toss the condom aside blindly and open the lube, pouring a generous amount into my hand before reaching back to wrap my slicked fingers around his shaft. I keep my eyes locked on his as I work the lube over his stiff cock, watching every twitch and flutter of the muscles in his face and every flicker of heat that passes through his eyes. His fingers curl and uncurl, helplessly restrained from grabbing me like he wants to. His thighs tremble and his lips part on panting breaths as I spread the remainder of the lube over my hole and then notch the head of his cock against it.

I don’t slam myself onto his cock, as much as I want to. The delicious, aching torture is half the fun, so instead I rock gently against him, my rim softening as I slowly open around his cock, little by little until he finally slips inside.

Xaviaro moans loudly, his body jerking as the tight heat of my entrance engulfs the tip of his erection, not even swallowing the entire head yet as I keep rocking slowly. My insides feel fluttery and desperate for the stretch of his cock, but I keep tight control over myself, bracing my hands on his chest and circling my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. He slips in another inch and I gasp this time, clenching around him just to feel the sting and pressure of being filled by him for the first time.

A needy, eager quiver in my gut begs me to give up this teasing game and ride him hard the way we both want it. But I resist it. I need this. I need control, not only over Xaviaro, but over myself right now. I need just a few minutes of perfect order in a world of chaos.

I push my wet hair off my forehead and drag my blunt fingernails over his hardened nipples, drawing another guttural, pleasured sound from him, his cock twitching inside of me. My balls tighten and I let out a slow breath as I sink down another inch. Just one at a time until my cock is weeping precum against Xaviaro’s belly and sweat is starting to bead on my back.

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