Page 25 of Ceridor

I'd slept in, thinking and planning too much. Then I'd run through my spiritual practices for the day and had gone for a walk. After that, I was done being serious. I could update my father on things tomorrow.

Johann had said he'd be home by four, so I flopped on my tummy, kicked my legs up, and read a book.

After a while the door opened and I glanced back, confirming it was him. My beloved lit up at seeing me, then heat filled his expression as his gaze roamed over me. I saw the curiosity in his cocked brow—why was I under a blanket in the middle of the day when I could lie atop it and read?

Well, because I wasn't wearing anything under said blanket, of course.

Then with a mischievous, almost wolfish grin, Johann shut the door behind him, grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled itoh-so-slowly off. I turned back around and pretended to read, but in actuality I felt every stitch of the blanket slide off me bit by bit. He revealed my completely naked form: my asshole stretched and lubricated, totally prepped for him, my hips propped on a couple of pillows, my cock and balls deliciously squished there.

Johann let a breath out in a whoosh, rumbling low in his throat appreciatively. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Only if you are so inclined," I offered.

"I'm more than ‘so inclined,'" he challenged. "But wait—what about your injuries? Can we still fuck while you're recovering?"

"Yes, of course," I answered immediately. If Johann withheld sex until I fully healed, I'd go crazy.

"Okay," he said, his voice husky. "Good."

I managed to read another couple of pages as Johann stripped and then ran his hands reverently up and down my limbs and torso, my neck and shoulders, hamstrings and bum. I tried not to watch, but good heavens Johann looked like a statue of an ancient Greek god from all of his calisthenics and physical training. It was hard not to ogle him at every turn.

He kneed onto the bed and covered me, spreading his warmth everywhere. He kissed my neck and hugged me, nestling his hard-on in my crease. "Imagine being such a bookworm you'd be willing to let me fuck you so long as you could keep reading."

I laughed. "Stoic philosophy is worth it."

He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. "I take it this is an open invitation?"

Honestly, he was so good to me, it was always an open invitation in my mind. "It is. Have your way with me, stud. As long as I can keep reading."

He hooted with mirth and lifted off. His warmth disappeared and I immediately missed it.

I managed to read another page, then I felt him gently take my left ankle and pull, straightening my leg out to the corner of the bed. Soft fabric wrapped around my ankle, and when I registered the pressure downward I realized he was securing me. We kept ribbons with wristbands on the ends, tied around each of the four legs of the bed. My right leg was pulled out to the other corner, spreading me as wide as I could go and fully exposing me to the room. It was like every touch of his hands shot to my balls. It took all my self-control not to squirm in anticipation.

He came up to the front and I acted like I was so immersed in my book I didn't notice him taking my left hand and securing it at the upper-left corner, looping the ribbon around my thumb so I could release myself if need be, for safety's sake.

When he came for my right hand, I played at astonishment and tried to keep reading, resisting him a bit. Johann laughed and let me keep the book in hand even as he looped the ribbon, secured the wristband, and tied me down. All the while, he did this gently, knowing my right arm was still recovering from injury.

Johann clapped his hands as if completing a job well done. "There. You can keep reading, my love. I'll just be back here."

Holy shit.

"Got your safe words if you need them?" he asked.

"I've got them," I confirmed. "Wait and stop."

"Wait and stop."

I didn't know why I was so inclined in this direction, but the way Johann just followed my lead in whatever salacious desire I might be entertaining that day was so amazing it nearly brought tears to my eyes. He was perfectly content to go along with my shenanigans because he knew I'd let him fuck me silly by the end of it, and I'd love every second.

The mattress dipped as he kneed up between my legs and my stomach clenched, my cock achingly hard, pressed into the pillow and eager for Johann's attention.

I managed to turn a page in the book while holding it just with one hand and Johann chuckled. Then he grabbed my ass and sank into me with his full weight and I forgot about everything else.

"Oh gods," I breathed. "Johann, fuck."

He growled, a throaty and pleased sound. "My baby is too tempting, and he gets a hard fuck as a reward. Hang in there; I'm not releasing you until I'm done."

I nearly came right there and then.

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