D’Angelo knelt in front of me and yanked my hands away from my face.
“Stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“So what?” I argued. He still held my wrists and I struggled to free myself, not sure if I wanted to hit him or pull him closer.
When that didn’t work, I leaned forward until our foreheads touched. “Please. Please just give me something else to think about. I can still see it. The fire. I can still smell it. The smoke and heat are trapped in my skin. Please, just...”
When I looked at him, his image was blurry, and I realized I’d started crying again.
“Please just help me not think for a while.”
This time, he didn’t immediately push me away. He let go of one of my wrists to wipe my tears away, but the moment he did, my free hand started scratching at my scars again. This time focusing on the ones on my chest.
That seemed to decide it for him.
In one impressive move, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me all the way up. I was weightless for a moment, suspended only in his arms, then he deposited me at the head of the bed. I bounced on the mattress but was immediately pinned down by his weight as he straddled my hips.
With one hand, he kept control of my wrists, and with the other he started undoing his belt.
I squirmed in anticipation. Although I’d never actually gone this far with sex, I’d been eager for it practically since the moment I met him, and now it seemed I was finally getting what I wanted.
All it took was a complete emotional breakdown.
However, once his belt was off, he kept the rest of his clothes on. Instead, he used the belt to lash both my wrists above my head to the bed’s headboard.
“There,” he sighed as he sat back to admire his work. “No more hurting yourself.” I started to protest, but he pressed a finger against my lips to silence me. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. But we’re doing this my way. You’re too self-destructive right now to make good judgments.”
He climbed off the bed and I whined in the back of my throat. The belt bit into my wrists, which was some physical sensation at least, but it wasn’t what I’d been hoping for.
D’Angelo didn’t go far. He searched through the closet for a moment before coming back with a medium-sized, nondescript box, which he placed on the bedside table. Studying me for a moment, he then opened the box and pulled out several lengths of soft nylon rope.
“That belt’s going to cut off your circulation. Here. This’ll work better.”
He untied my hands, but I wasn’t free for long. Using the rope, he tied one of my hands to one bedpost, and my other hand to the opposite bed post so my arms were splayed in a ‘Y’ shape. He was right, the ropes were soft and a lot more comfortable than the belt had been. I was actually able to relax and enjoy the sensation.
Especially, when he climbed back over top of me and started kissing down my neck. My shirt was in the way, so he ripped the fabric right off me, exposing my upper body. He’d never seen the scars on my chest before, but I wasn’t surprised when he barely seemed to notice them.
His kisses trailed over my skin, covering scars and smooth skin equally. I squirmed the lower he went, until he’d kissed a path all the way down my stomach to the top of my pants.
Dark blue eyes looked up at me. “Tell me to stop and I will. This is about making you feel good.”
I desperately shook my head. My whole body was already trembling. “No. Keep going.”
My pants were removed a lot easier than my shirt, and for the first time, I was completely bare in front of him. In fact, it was the first time I’d been completely naked in front of anyone sincemy burns first turned to scars. Half the time I couldn’t even bear to look at myself in the mirror, yet D’Angelo didn’t hesitate.
Grabbing both my legs, he kissed a path up one thigh from knee all the way to my hip, then repeated the process with the other leg.
Then getting comfortable on the bed, he took my already hard cock in hand and started kissing there as well. The light kisses sent sparks of pleasure dancing across my eyes, but it wasn’t enough. He was just teasing me. I squirmed and tried to wrap my legs around him to pull me closer, but he braced one hand on my hip to hold me in place.
“Patience. Just relax and enjoy it.”
Relax.
Right.
How was I supposed to relax when he started dragging his tongue up and down my shaft?
With my arms tied to the bedposts, I couldn’t even cover my face to hide my embarrassment. All I could do was lie there and let him do whatever he wanted with me.