Page 35 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

“I bet you do.” Laur offers his cock again. When I don’t take enough, he forces the rest in. “So, this ass is mine for the rest of the day?”

I moan, too excited by the prospect to stop sucking his cock and tease.

Laur doesn’t bother to hold back. With my eager mouth and his frantic thrusting, it isn’t much longer before he takes a step back.

I wait while he strokes his cock with both hands. He explodes on my face and into my open mouth, then rubs the dribbles into my skin. I only shudder and moan accepting his gift.

The rest of the day.

Laur grins wickedly and lifts my chin to admire his work. “You’re gonna go through Hell before I let you come.”

He’s not wrong.

As soon as he marches me into the back corner of his basement, past the tidy laundry and behind a heavy curtain, I recognize the homemade dungeon.

“You know, I swiped left on this profile once.”

“Good thing. I would have reported your profile as fake. Where do you want to start?”

“How about with a kiss?”

He pushes me instead toward demonic monkey bars.

Half his toys are designed for pleasure and the other half for pain. For the rest of the afternoon, he takes me on a personal tour of his dungeon. Binding me hand to ankle on the soft mats of the floor and teasing me with an incredibly wet stroker. Restraining me on the metal cage and whipping me until my ankles and biceps are somehow both made of fire and water, then dropping to his knees and sucking my cock. Without letting me come, of course. He still wants to fuck me over the padded bench first, then on the demon monkey bars, and finally against the wall held up by a collar and very mean-looking but very light chains.

When my ass drips lube and his cum and I’m too weak to stand on my own, he finally gropes my cock. I moan in exquisite agony and know, I’ll finally get some relief … as long as he doesn’t take his hand away

“If you don’t let me … I think I might cry.”

He takes his hand away, but only slightly. “I might wanna see that.”

“You’re such a bastard,” I whimper and hump my cock against his open palm.

“Yeah.” He firmly grips my cock and I give an unfamiliar high-pitched whine. “But you love it.”

I can’t disagree, mostly because I’m coming. The blinding pleasure I’ve come to crave. The purest rush of sex and explosion. My whole body shakes and drenches his hand and leaves me choking against the wall, because I don’t have enough strength in my legs to stand.

He unbuttons the collar and I slump against the soft padding of the wall and drop like a stone. My wrists stay in the plastic chains over my head. I could sleep until morning. Except that Laur joins me on his knees and dangles his cock in front of my mouth.

I raise my eyes to him. He gives me an innocent little shrug and offers his cock hopefully.

“Who’s spoiled now?” I say, then start sucking and begin my torture again.

Chapter Six

As soon as I open my eyes, I know the mood stabilizers have not been repressing mania. The garbage in my brain is not aided by the man standing over me unknotting the ropes on my wrist.

“You could have gotten out of this, you moron.” He only needs to use one hand and the other holds a hot coffee. I have the fear he’ll pour it over me.

“Did you want me to?” I’d fallen asleep certain he’d come back any minute with a new device to punish me.

Laur wears a suit today, like a bad cosplay of a billionaire dom fantasy. He sips his coffee. “I’ll drive you back to East Quay on my way in. Can you be ready to leave in forty minutes?”

No. I can’t leave this bed.

Ah, shit. I missed my meds. My first dose in, what, two years? Because I was tied up at my—

Not my boyfriend.

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