Page 114 of Bloom: Part 1

Bloom caught a corner of the sheet and wiped the blade clean. A hint of regret flickered in his eyes.

“Why?” I asked.

He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “I’m going to free you so you can use the bathroom. It can’t flush, but it’ll have to do.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding. For a second, I’d thought he would leave me tied up. He dropped to one knee and unbuckled the belt around my ankles. The belt he usually wore as a part of his wardrobe.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I found answers.”

“To what?”

“Come.”

He helped me to my feet and guided me toward the bathroom.

“What about my hands?”

“You don’t need them. I’ll help you.”

I wanted to argue, but my bladder was at bursting point, and I would rather not be left in pants soaked by urine. In the bathroom, he unzipped me and helped me to aim.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” he said. When I was done, he stroked me slowly. I gritted my teeth, willing my body not to respond, but it was Bloom. Of course I was going to get hard.

“Fuck it. I need to taste you one more time.”

Bloom went down on his knees and took my still-dripping cock into his mouth. I groaned at the sensation of his lips running up and down my length. He sucked me wet, just like I’d taught him, alternating between using the suction of his cheeks and the plumpness of his lips to stimulate me.

I wanted to pull away, to tell him this was neither the time nor the place and he was keeping secrets from me, but I bucked my hips instead, fucking his throat. The uncertainty of the future might be to blame for my reckless abandon as I gave in to him.He was always so eager to tease. He spat saliva on my cock, stroking me while he licked the seam of my balls and popped them into his mouth.

A hum rang through me. “Bloom, this is—”

He alternated, squeezing my balls gently and sucking the head of my cock back into his mouth. He stared into my eyes, bobbing his head with each stroke.

“Fuck. Fuck. Bloom…”

I grunted as I came into his mouth while he seemed adamant about draining my balls and milking me. When he backed off and licked his lips, my weak knees almost gave out on me.

As gently as he could, he placed several kisses on my cock, the last one lingering with his eyes closed. A deep sense of foreboding washed over me. My heart pitter-pattered way too fast.

Bloom fixed my clothing and stood. “Let’s go.”

He slipped out ahead of me, so I had no choice but to follow him back into the dingy room.

“Bloom, tell me what you’re planning.”

“I have to tie your legs again.”

“Why?”

“So you can’t come after me.”

“Come after you for what?”

“Sit, Logan. Please don’t make this difficult. Their positions may change the longer I am here. I am banking on knowing exactly where they are.”

“And if I don’t cooperate?”

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