Page 73 of The Gambler's Prize
“What would you like me to do for you now, Boss?”
He lets his gaze drop. I lick my lips as I take in the bulge in his trousers.
“No hands, only that pretty mouth,” he tells me.
“Yes, Boss.”
I reach for his waistband.
“I saidno hands,” he says.
Shit, I’m supposed to unfasten his trousers hands-free? This’ll be a challenge, but the faithful servant is up for it. I put my hands behind my back so he knows I’m not cheating and his gaze darkens as he watches my pose get even more vulnerable. I grab for his buttons with my teeth. He exhales, the teasing touch driving him crazy. Desire heats my veins as I brush my lips against his firm crotch.
“Fuck, flower, hurry up,” he grates, grunting with frustration.
It’s frustrating for me too, but my hands stay locked behind my back. He helps me a little, easing the buttons out enough that I can finish the job with my teeth.
“Your hands look so hot with those little cuffs on your wrists,” he breathes. “Like they’re tied.”
“Tie them if you want,” I say.
“Really?”
“Of course. I’m yours. Use me as you like.”
A tremor runs through his bare chest, an exhale that shows how deep my words struck him. I’ve said “I’m yours” to lots of lovers, but playfully. Grimes can tell I mean it. I trust him to use me only as much as I want to be used.
He looks around for something to use to bind me. His eyes fall on one of my fancy silk scarves. I never wear them here but I’ve garlanded this one over one of his sad, faded pictures on thewall to brighten the place up a bit. As I stay kneeling, he grabs it and ties my hands behind my back. I pull experimentally at the silk but it holds fast. My heartbeat skitters as heat rushes my body. It’s exhilarating, a little scary. I’m trussed up tight, totally defenseless. I’ve let lovers order me around, spank me, take me roughly, but I never trusted anyone to bind me before. I always craved it, but I was too afraid. Now with Grimes I can do what’ve always wanted. Surrender completely, trusting he’ll keep me safe. Trusting he’ll put my pleasure above his own. As I look up at Grimes and the dominating gleam in his eyes, my cock pulses.
“I’ve never let anyone tie me up before,” I confess.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. But only because it’s you.”
A new look steals into his eyes, momentarily displacing lust. Thoughtful, humbled… a little guilty.
“I don’t deserve this trust,” he says softly.
“You do. Or I wouldn’t give it to you.”
I bite at the fabric of his trousers, impatient, not wanting to get into any deep conversations right now. Not when I’m finally fulfilling my fantasies of red-hot bondage. I’m soon sweating with frustration and desire, apron riding high on my erection. The sensation of my hands held tight behind my back sends heat surging through my body. I lick all the way down the stripe of thick dark hair that leads south from Grimes’ stomach, tasting his salty sweat. A shudder goes through his body. He cups my chin with his hand and I meet his gaze. The look in his eyes sends my confidence through the roof. Also my arousal.
I refocus and finally manage to drag the fabric down over his hip bones, exposing the V leading to his cock. Then his cock springs free and my mouth is watering. Precum leaks through my apron, the wet patch making me look like a filthy slut, and with my hands tied there’s no way to cover myself up even if I wanted to. I don’t want to hide anything from him. Becausemy boss is still looking at me like I’m a prize, his treasure. My helplessness, my need, my submission: all of it feeds the hunger in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.
He takes my hair in one hand and wraps it around his wrist, holding me tight. He pulls my mouth onto his cock. He’s huge. Overwhelming. In a good way.
Okay?” he whispers.
I nod, afraid he’s going to decide I can’t handle it, and almost choke myself on his girth. Recovering, I start to tease with my tongue and let him dip deep. His eyes roll back. One hand is soft on my cheek and the other still holds me prisoner by the hair. I pull back for breath then tease at his tip, licking up some salty precum. He shudders all over. He has to lean against the wall now, mighty legs weak for me. I bob my head up and down, his girth filling my mouth and making my cock throb.
“It’s too difficult without your hands,” he says. He reaches down to help me pleasure him.
I pop my lips off his cock. “I can do it. I want to work hard for my boss.”
All my years of practice feel like they’ve been building up to this moment. But it feels different, doing this with someone I care about. Someone I love. I work even harder, barely pausing to breathe. It’s a secondary concern when my boss’s pleasure is at stake. I’m light-headed, painfully turned on. Hard floor under my knees, restraints at my wrists and a huge, rock-hard cock in my mouth. It’s everything I ever wanted. Grimes starts to pulsate in my mouth. He’s making inchoate groaning noises and I know he’s close. I knew I could do it. I ready myself. His load is huge, like him. I swallow with a mix of triumph and disbelief. His taste fills my mouth and every sense is full of him. I close my eyes to prolong the moment and struggle to regain my breath.
