Page 65 of A Flighty Fake Boyfriend
“We’ll need time to shower and dress.”
“Don’t you worry about a thing.” There were crocodiles who looked less predatory than he did right then. “Just know that whatever happens next, I’m in charge. Is that okay?”
“Will I need a safeword?”
“You can say stop, and I will. Or red if you like to say stop when you don’t really mean it.”
“I’ll use red.” Although I wasn’t certain if there was anything I’d stop him from doing to me. “Yellow means slow.”
“Got it.” He left for a minute and came back with a small nylon sack from which he pulled out rope, a couple of plugs, some microfiber cloths, and toy cleaner. I watched while he cleaned things and laid them out beside the chaise.
“Okay, now you’re just scaring me.”
“How come?” He turned his boyish blue eyes my way. “Are you afraid I might hurt you?”
“No. I’m afraid I don’t know you well enough for this.”
“Then let me introduce myself.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m Epic Alsop, and I like being in charge.”
“Aw, no, really?”
“You can always say no. Or red.”
“How far are you going to take this?”
“I give you my solemn word that I won’t hurt you physically. You said you don’t like that.”
“I don’t.”
“I don’t much like hurting people either. But what if I control your orgasm?” He bit his lip. “Because I thought since we have some time…”
When he didn’t finish, I asked, “How would you do it?” I imagined some kind of cock and ball torture device, given he packed rope in his suitcase for Comic Con.
“Why don’t you give me your permission and find out?”
I hesitated. “You really won’t hurt me?”
“Never.” He crossed his heart. “But I also won’t let you come.”
“That’s…okay, I guess.” At my age, I should save up orgasms anyway.
“You know what to do if you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Say red.”
“Perfect.” He pumped a little lube onto his fingers. “You know you’re absolutely gorgeous like this, don’t you? Bound and helpless for me.”
I glanced away because if last night’s lighting was harsh, hello daylight. Every quirk of my aging ass was probably visible, clear, and in super HD.
At first Epic touched me so gently I barely felt his fingers on my skin. He began with one hand stroking my balls while the other lightly touched the head of my dick. He slid a finger over the slit, circled the crown, rubbed at the sensitive place just beneath. If at any time I gasped, or moved my body, or arched to get more friction, he simply took his hands away and got more lube.
A fresh breeze off the ocean cooled the sweat beading on my skin, making me shiver.
This went on and on. Light, barely there touches, deliciously on target every time, drifted over my most sensitive skin. I don’t know how long I lay there before he moved the hands cupping my balls to my ass, but he went through the same torturous, teasing process with my hole until he loosened me enough to slip a plug inside.
That pressure in my ass drove me to a whole new level of arousal.
Now, his fingers weren’t just teasing my cock. It felt like there was an invisible string tied to my balls and my ass, like a spiderweb of pleasure, and every time he did anything to one part of my anatomy, it alerted the others to his presence and the possibility of more.
