Page 90 of Creatures Like Us
“Good.” I lick my lips. “Where are the padlocks?”
“There.” Noah points to an old dresser in the corner.
I rise from the bed and saunter up to it, fetching two padlocks and the accompanying keys. “How do you want it?”
“You choose.”
Noah lies on his back, and I straddle him, grabbing both his wrists and chaining them to the bedpost. His restraints are tighter than mine ever were, and instead of having one wrist free, he’s completely helpless. I lean back and look at him, at his naked torso heaving with anticipation, arousal, and maybe even fear.
“You’re betting a lot on me not running, aren’t you?” I mumble, cupping his cheek.
His jaw clenches tight. “I?…”
“Shh. I won’t run. You think there’s anything out there more exciting than this?” I smirk down at him, at my former captor, now completely and utterly at my mercy—by his choice, no less. “Turn around,” I tell him, and I crawl off his body to settle instead between his legs.
Noah does as I say, glancing over his shoulder as I remove his boxer briefs. This is going to require a lot of lube, I’m sure. I take the bottle and pour some onto my fingers, rubbing them together before I let them circle his hole.
“Are you sure you can take me like this, Noah?”
“No,” he replies. “But I’ll do it.”
I press a finger inside him, stretching him out as if I’m about to fuck him, but today, I’m about to do something different. As usual, he does good with two fingers, but at three, I feel him trembling and tensing up underneath me.
“Shh. Let me inside you, Noah. Let me feel you.”
“I-I’m trying?…”
“Just relax, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” I know this sort of thing can cause permanent damage if I’m not careful. Just like with the cutting, this was my idea, and it’s my responsibility.
With my other hand, I grab his cock from underneath his body and stroke it slowly, not wanting him to come just yet. With three fingers inside him, he rocks his hips back, relaxing. I keep him like that for a while before I try to add another. He whimpers when I do it, gazing back at me with flushed cheeks.
“Are you starting to change your mind, baby?” I tut. “If so, you know what word to say.”
“N-No?…?It feels good.”
“Well, in that case.” I turn my wrist, feeling his hole tense around my fingers as I press them inside—all four of them. There’s an obscene squelching sound as I pull them out, only to plunge them back inside.
“Fuck,” he gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He trembles all over.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Yeah?…”
I lean in and kiss his ass cheek. “You’re being so good for me, Noah. So good.”
I spend a fair amount of time stretching him out, and he moans through all of it. My thumb is next, and by that time, he’s so relaxed it slips in easily. My breath heightens in anticipation as my knuckles push past his opening, and just like that, I’m all the way inside, his hole swallowing my fist.
“Holy fucking shit, Noah.”
He moans wordlessly in reply, body trembling, back covered in sweat.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
“Y-Yes.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, amazed at how that soft heat encloses my hand and how his hole stretches all the way around my wrist.
“You’re doing so well, Noah. Letting me so deep inside.” When I withdraw, he gives a little yelp as my hand reaches the widest part, and his hole struggles to open around my knuckles. I pull out my hand entirely and squeeze more lube into my palm.
