“I was thinking of another kind of lesson, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.” Damon grinned before he nodded toward the back of the truck. “Take your clothes off. Then, get in.”
Nerves ran through my system as I started to pull off my clothes. I went slow, assuming that’s the way Damon wanted it, giving him a chance to see every inch of me underneath the sun. He seemed appreciative of the way I took my time, his eyes never leaving me for a moment. The intensity of his attention made me even more nervous, like I was the sole act meant to go up on some stage.
Like I was the only act he’d come there to see.
When all my clothes were on the forest floor, I made my way toward the truck, moving just as slowly as I climbed into the back of it. Damon was right behind me, crowding me until my back was pressed against the rear window. I then watched as he reached for the rope nearby, bundling it between his hands like he’d done it a million times before.
My breath caught in my chest, a mixture of excitement and trepidation uncoiling inside of me.
“Hold your hands out in front of you, like you’re praying,” he instructed, his voice deadly serious. I followed his command, holding my hands out in front of me as he gently wrapped a piece of rope around one of my wrists. He then did the same to my other wrist, before pulling the rope tight between them, securing my hands in place in front of me.
“Get on your knees,” he said as he moved behind me. I sat back on my knees as I felt the rope moving along one of my ankles. He repeated the same motion as with my wrists, until my ankles were bound together, too.
“There. Perfect.” Damon beamed at me, coming back around to my front. “How do you feel? Is anything too tight?”
I shook my head. “No. Everything feels fine to me.”
“Good.” Damon let out a deep breath. “And are you comfortable? With being bound like this?”
“I… think so?”
“You think so?” A look of concern crossed Damon’s features.
“I mean, I’ve never been bound like this before,” I admitted. “But it feels… good? I don’t feel unsafe or anything. I just don’t have anything else to compare it to.”
Damon’s face relaxed as he flashed me a smile. “That’s a much better answer. And you should know, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop. I’m not interested in anything you’re not interested in, Sam. I always want you to feel safe with me.”
“I do feel safe with you, Damon.” I smiled back at him. “Always.”
“Good.” He grinned, with something mischievous behind his eyes. “Now, turn around and get on your stomach.”
I shifted until the position was possible, lying down on my stomach as I faced the rear window. I managed to balance myself on my elbows as I brought my legs down, too, not used to having such a limited range of motion. Eventually, I was comfortably turned around, the truck warming my skin with an unexpected heat.
And then, there was nothing.
No movement. No speech. Nothing except the wind blowing through my hair, the sun beaming down on my bare back, the sound of birds chirping somewhere in the distance.
“Damon? What’s going on? Are you—Fuck!”
I shouted, a mixture of surprise and delight, as I felt Damon’s tongue suddenly on my hole. His movements were thoughtful and deliberate, his tongue stroking across my skin, a shiver of pure pleasure making its way through my veins. I groaned as he continued to repeat the motion, my hips moving back to meet his mouth, shameless and desperate to have even more of him on my skin.
But every time my hips moved back, he gently set them back into place against the truck.
I whimpered underneath him, my cock uncomfortably hard against the car.
“Is there something you need, Sam?” Damon asked, his tone cool.
“I need you to keep touching me, sir,” I replied. “I need you to touch me… everywhere.”
“Hmm…,” Damon sighed, before he licked a trail right along my hole. “But what if I don’t want to touch you everywhere? What if I just want to keep touching you right here?”
“Sir, please—”
“No need to beg,” Damon cut me off, his body shifting behind me. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want, Sam. Don’t worry.”