Page 16 of Ctrl Me
I did, with minimal help. Still, I was more than happy to collapse onto my bed. My body buzzed, and my head felt like it had been shoved full of cotton balls, too fluffy and light. I’d never had this much trouble shaking myself out of subspace before.
“On your back, Thomas.”
Oh God, that didn’t help. Gabe’s voice played with my nerves like a tongue down my spine. I turned over as ordered, and he sat on the bed next to me. “I’m going to put the leftovers away. You cook too well to let that go to waste.” He traced fingers over my shoulders and down my trembling chest, though his gaze never left my face. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. “Then I’m going to come back in here and fuck you until you come again.”
“Not sure I can.” Though every inch of me tingled, including my cock. How was that even possible?
“You can.” Gabe leaned over and pressed a kiss to the center of my chest, his lips warm and soft. He nipped at my skin, then licked a line down to my navel before murmuring against my stomach. “I want you to.” Gabe stroked his hands down my thighs, pushing them flat to the mattress.
His breath warmed my cock even as the skin he’d licked cooled. I shuddered when his lips grazed the root of my dick, and I felt myself stir.
“While I’m gone, I want you to lie here like this, and think about how it’s going to feel to have me inside you.”
The little whimper echoing in my ears? I’d made that sound. Fuck if I wasn’t as thoroughly turned on as I’d been when he’d sucked my dick down his throat.
Gabe stood, ran his thumb over my lips, then sauntered out of the bedroom, taking his smirk and his beautiful blue eyes with him.
I tasted his skin in my mouth, and my body prickled where he’d touched me. Gabe inside me? Not like I hadn’t contemplated that before and come all over myself while jacking off to the thought of being stretched wide by his cock thrusting deep into me. I exhaled in a long, slow shudder and forced myself not to move, not to reach for my hardening dick. Despite the clacking in the kitchen as Gabe cleaned up from dinner, I had no doubt that he’d know the instant I touched myself. While a part of me yearned for discipline . . . tonight I’d obey.
I wanted to know exactly what it felt like to be breached and fucked by Gabe. I curled my toes as another storm of pinpricks ran down my skin. This couldn’t be happening. Could it?
“Well now, there’s a beautiful sight.”
It took every effort not to turn my head toward Gabe. He hadn’t said to stay still per se, but I didn’t want to take the chance of disappointing him. Footsteps creaked against the floorboards, and Gabe came into view. He dropped something—God, I hoped it was his duffle of rope—on the floor by the bed and took a seat again.
He folded his hands in his lap. “Condoms and lube?”
“Nightstand.” I indicated the closer one with my head, and Gabe slid open the drawer, found what he wanted, and placed the bottle and the foil strip within easy reach.
He took one of my arms and moved it above my head, then the other. I couldn’t help arching when he caught my wrists in one hand and pressed them down. “I don’t even need to tie you down, do I? You’d stay exactly like this if I asked, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah.” I swallowed and the world started to recede, tunnel down to Gabe.
“Sometime soon, we’ll try that.” He leaned over the edge of the bed and came back up with a coil of rope. I couldn’t help the moan, or the shudder when he flashed his teeth in a grin. “I’ll take that as consent, then?”
“Fucking hell. Yes.”
Gabe let go of my wrists, then set about tying my hands together. I closed my eyes and savored the soft pull of the rope, the ever-increasing constriction of movement as Gabe wrapped my wrists, and the warmth of his body as he leaned over me. Heaven.
“Thomas.” Gabe’s voice nudged me out of the warm haze I’d been in. Fingers brushed against my forehead and down the ridge of my nose. “You in there?”
I opened my eyes. “Hi.”
“Bondage really is your kink, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm.” It really, really was. I yanked at the bonds. He’d lashed my wrists together and tied them down, probably to the bottom rail of my headboard. After all, that was why I had bought the thing.
He huffed a laugh, slipped from the bed, and stripped his T-shirt off. I sucked air in at the sight. Lean and ripped—and that tattoo. Blue tongues of fire started up near his left nipple and flowed down the side of his chest right into his jeans. I stared at Gabe’s waistband. “Where does it go?”
He unbuttoned and unzipped, then pushed both his jeans and whatever he was wearing under them down his hips, and there was my answer. Holy fuck. The tattoo ended high on his thigh, but one flame spiraled out at his hip and crossed his pelvis before it wrapped right around and onto the base of his cock.
His very long, thick, erect cock.
Gabe kicked his jeans out of the way and sat on the bed. “You like?”
“I want to kiss it.”
He laughed. “The tattoo or my cock?”
