Page 15 of Ctrl Me
He put the fork down. “There’s still more in the skillet.”
“I don’t think I could take any more.” I didn’t mean the food. I’d been on edge forever and every piece of me hurt in a good way, but much more and I’d be a wreck. Well, more of one. Part of me wanted to stay here forever. The other part wanted out of these ropes so Gabe would fuck me already.
Gabe’s huff of laughter was full of joy. “You have no idea how proud I am of you. This is a lot to take in for your first time in ropes. A lot to trust.”
“But it’s you.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Gabe’s expression morphed between surprise and—oh God—love. Before I could process anything, Gabe practically crawled into my lap and kissed me. That I couldn’t even move my head, that I could only accept his mouth, his tongue . . . God, I nearly lost it. Especially when he wrapped his hand around my dick.
“Gonna come,” I said around his lips and tongue.
He broke the kiss, but kept stroking. “No, you’re not.”
Fuck. I shut my eyes as his mouth met mine again. That delightful need for release turned hard and sharp, and I fought against the growing fire in my balls. My cock ached with every stroke. Gabe leaned back and grinned. “God, you’re amazing.” He slid off me, finally letting my cock be. Or so I thought. Next thing I knew, his mouth was around the crown. I struggled against the ropes and actually managed to rock the chair a bit. “Gabe!”
He went down on me. Repeatedly. No gag reflex, either, because he took every inch inside that fucking hot mouth of his. Desire thrashed in me, and I had no idea how I managed not to come. My skull stung from trying to wrench my head off the back of the chair.
Gabe didn’t stop.
“I can’t.” I practically sobbed the words. He’d break me. There wasn’t any way I wasn’t going to come. I was barely holding back, my willpower all but gone. My balls drew up.
Gabe pulled off long enough to say, “Come.”
He swallowed me to my root and the world went white, and I spilled everything I had down his throat. He took it, stroking me with those lips the entire time. My whole body shook and kept shaking, even as my orgasm subsided. Adrenaline. Pain. The inability to shift even an inch. My lungs ached.
Gabemoved, tugging at the ropes as he went, and the bindings slackened. “Stay with me,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and floated in the chair. Where would I go? Of course I was with him.
“Thomas.” A sharp call.
“’M here.” Slurred words. My head lolled forward. Gabe must have freed the braid.
“You are so not here.” A hint of laughter, or maybe worry. Couldn’t tell.
He helped me from the chair, and I slid to the floor and into his arms. Everything felt so heavy. So light. “That was really . . .” I ran out of words. “I dunno.”
“It’s okay.” He held me against his chest. Warm breath caressed my cheek. “We’ll just hang out here for a bit.”
That was fine. I closed my eyes and listened to the thump of his heart. So calm, so perfect. Gabe.
Chapter Three
Someone was strokingmy hair with slow, gentle movements while I came out of the peaceful, floaty high I’d been in. Once I recognized the design of the T-shirt on the chest I was lying against, knowledge flew up my spine. Gabe. Holy hell.Gabe. Every muscle in my body ached in a way that threatened to send me straight back into subspace when I remembered exactly what we’d done. I closed my eyes and let headiness overwhelm me.
He touched my cheek, drawing me into the world. “Welcome back.”
“Not sure I am entirely.” God, my throat was coated in sandpaper.
His chuckle vibrated against my head. “Probably not. Think you can stand long enough to make it to your bed?”
Bed. With Gabe. “I hope so.” I didn’t know if I could come again after the orgasm Gabe had given me, but I still wanted him inside me. I wanted his pleasure, his desire, and wanted to be his. I sucked in a breath and waited for the world to stop floating so much.
Another laugh. Gabe shifted, then helped me sit up. Every muscle protested. Bands of indentations from the rope biting into my flesh crossed my arms and legs, and I touched my thigh where the ghost of the rope lay. “Wow.”
“One of my favorite parts.” Gabe pushed my chin up, then kissed me, and the world tilted again. He stood and offered me his hand.
“You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna be able to stand.” I grabbed his arm, and together we managed to haul me to my feet. Well, mostly. I slumped against him for a bit until my legs felt strong. “I can make it.”
