Unobtainable (28 page)

“What else do you have in that box?” I asked.

“All in good time, baby.”

He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into complete darkness.

I gasped as Harley’s lube coated fingers wrapped gently around my cock. His thumbs rubbed in circles over my frenulum, the feeling was exquisite. I tried raising my hips but the restraints stopped me.

“I need to move,” I whisper begged.

“You need to remember who’s in charge, baby,” Harley chuckled.

~Harley~

No one had ever looked better tied in my ropes.

Actually I bought these ropes especially for Dyson, hoping that one day he’d consent to me having my way with him. I chose blue because it was
our
favorite color and I could distinguish it. Watching him now I realized in all the years I lived here I’d never used my skills in Kinbaku on anyone.

I had learned the modified version of Kinbaku, using it to restrain for sexual benefit only, it could be a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. I knew this first hand.

I shook those thoughts from my mind as I drizzled a puddle of lube onto Dyson’s belly, watching him try to squirm.

“Relax, baby,” I spoke softly on a whisper, while trailing my fingers through the slippery liquid. “Allow yourself to feel every sensation, see my fingers in your mind as they explore every part of you…I will take you to the edge and back…over…and over.”

I gently massaged his stomach and ribs, his hips and the insides of his thighs, intentionally avoiding his twitching dick and tight ball sac. Dyson was wound up tight as a steel drum, he was horny as fuck and I was going to work him good before allowing his release. Dyson would remember this sexual encounter as the best he’d ever had, there would never be another like this in his lifetime. He would thank me for sharing my skills with him.

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered into his right ear, he whipped his head towards the sound of my voice.

“Anything, as long as you don’t leave me,” he demanded.

“Anything?”

“Do something, suck my dick, fuck me, just do something.”

There was a desperation rising from a depth Dyson wasn’t aware he possessed. His sexual provocation had never been this gluttonous, it was clear in my mind. I remembered that feeling once. Dyson would forever crave this kind of ravenous arousal. It would come to him each time his cock stood erect.

I dropped to the floor at his side and pinched his nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger, Dyson squealed, stretching out his hands and toes.

“Not that!”

“You said anything,” I tittered, leaning over his chest, licking his nipple with the flat of my tongue, then sucking it between my teeth, teasingly letting him think I was ready to bite. I smoothed my hand along his stomach and grasped his cock, teasing the tip with my thumb as I coated the head with his own juices.

“Yeah, that feels good keep doing that.”

I pulled my hand away and listened to him grumble.

“My rules, I dictate what happens, not you. You may moan, groan, scream, yell, curse and swear, growl even, but you
will not
tell me what to do. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Dyson smiled and bit into his lip, balling up his fists. “But that hurt and you said no pain.”

“Poor baby…but did it really hurt?” I whispered, licking the shell of his ear as he let out a breath. “It made your dick harder, you can’t lie to me I can see it weeping all over you belly, you liked it, baby.”

“Mmm…” he moaned, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Looking into my box of tricks, I hummed, “Mmm…what do I have here? Oh, you’re going to like these.”

I took a string of graduating anal beads and heavily lubricated them. I touched my thumb to his hole and laughed when his cheeks tightened together. I took my time rubbing circles around his opening, slipping my thumb in and pumping until his cock was standing erect weeping and hard as granite. I slipped in the first bead as he groaned then the next and the next, until the largest was hidden inside his passage and all that remained was the loop to assist in removal.

“No pain?”

“No,” Dyson panted.

I took a pair of nipple suckers from the box and licked each of Dyson’s nipples before squeezing and applying them, listening to Dyson whimper as he attempted to squirm.

“Now for the good part,” I said, as I sluggishly stroked his cock while gradually popping the beads out at a snail's pace one by one. I took note of Dyson’s blissful moans as I watched his toes curl.

Dyson’s whimpering was getting to me, he wanted so badly to cum and I so badly wanted to taste the essence that was dripping from him. I lowered my mouth over his cock and sucked him for a few heavenly minutes. I ran my tongue along the heavy vein the length of his cock and thumbed his frenulum in circles. I took my time, enjoying the noises he made, the way his skin glistened with beads of perspiration as he tried to move in his restraints.

I stroked myself while I stood back admiring what could be mine always, if only there was a way of letting go of my past. I shook the thought from my head and lightly grasped Dyson’s balls, strumming my middle finger along his taint causing his breathing pattern to hitch. It was incredibly handy knowing the male anatomy so well, all the erogenous zones, and arousing pressure points etcetera. Two years of pre-med and extensive anatomy homework with my college roommate had paid off.

“How does that feel, you want more?” I whispered.

“I want to cum,” he choked out. “For fuck’s sake, let me come?”

Dyson stretched out his lower legs and groaned so loud, it shocked me. I inserted two fingers up his ass and pumped as I sucked his cock hard, hollowing my cheeks and listening to his breathing accelerate. He was getting close, his balls were tighter than I’d ever seen, they had practically climbed up inside him and he held his mouth wide open as he gasped for air.

“I’m going to cum,” he cried. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

I kept sucking until I knew he was going to blow and released him.

“Ohhh…no,no,no, don’t stop…fuuuuck!” Dyson yelled. “That’s fucking cruel man, I was so close.”

“That’s the whole idea, baby, to get you to the peak but I don’t allow you to free fall,” I whispered into his ear, licking across his lips as his tongue darted after mine.

Touching the swollen bulbous head of my cock to Dyson’s cheek, he turned his head with his tongue hanging out ready for me. “That’s it, suck me baby.” I allowed him a few minutes to enjoy me, to bring me to that pivotal point and stepped back pulling myself free.

“Can’t have me blowing my wad just yet,” I said, kissing my lips to his forehead. “You have a magic mouth.”

Dyson was going out of his mind, dripping with sweat, a layer of moisture tinting his beautiful skin, as I continually brought him to the brink and left him teetering at the edge, the glorious cum-filled edge.

“One,” I decided to play his abs like a delicious piano, licking the salted moisture from his skin with each kiss.

“Two,” I kissed, watching his tongue lick the beads of sweat on his upper lip.

“Three,” I peppered soft butterfly kisses. “Four.”

“My dick’s going to fall off,” Dyson announced, through gritted teeth. “Make me cum Harley, make me cum I’m begging!”

“But I’m not finished yet,” I licked. “Five.”

As I feathered his abs with kisses, I fingered his ass, pushing into him and pumping continually while he writhed his hips the best he could. His head cracked against the table as he cried out and a slow steady stream of cum started to dribble from his cock in front of my eyes. I pulled my hand away with a laugh and licked up the puddle with a delicious hum, sinking the tip of my tongue into the glistening slit at the tip of his pulsing cock.

I had come dangerously close to milking Dyson’s prostate, I had gotten so into what I was doing. That most definitely would have been a first for me. The poor bastard would have quite literally burst at the seam if I had not stopped.

I stroked myself, tearing open a condom wrapper with my teeth and rolling it down my length watching Dyson’s hands stretching and flexing, he was getting uncomfortable.

“Want me to untie you, baby? Are you getting sore?” I asked.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore,” Dyson growled, gritting his teeth. “Make me cum tied or not, just fucking let me cum.”

I coated my dick, with a glowing smile of accomplishment spread across my face. I lubed Dyson’s pulsating hole and pushed into his tightness, he felt so good wrapped around me. He tipped his head back and groaned. His mouth gaping, his breathing tortured. I leaned forward and slipped the blind fold from his eyes.  He blinked several times, his sight coming to rest where we were joined.

“Fuck I love the way you feel inside me,” Dyson panted. “Jack me off, take all the time in the world to get yourself off, I don’t give a fuck, but I’m going to die if you don’t make me cum, now!”

Desperate Dyson was sexy as hell, he was all growly and fierce. There was a fire in his bloodshot eyes and every muscle in his body was strained and screaming for his release. I spit into my palm and clamped onto his rock hard cock. He had pleased me by allowing me to control his pleasure, it was time to pay him back for his willingness. I jerked him hard, matching the rhythm of my hips and gritting my teeth as he grew closer to his release.

“You better not be fucking with me this time, cause I’m cumming hard!” he yelled, seconds before creamy jizz pumped out jetting into the air, spraying over us and surprising us both.

“Whoa, holy shit!” I laughed.

“Sorry, but fuck I needed that in the worst way,” Dyson said, as his body jerked a few more times and then relaxed. I pulled out of him. “Wait, what are you doing, you haven’t got off.”

“It’s been long enough for your first time, I need to untie you,” I told him as I began loosening the ropes. Dyson looked at me disappointed. “Not to worry baby, I’m not done with you. Take it slowly once I get you freed, you’re going to be stiff.”

“Not anymore,” Dyson joked, nodding to his lifeless member resting on his stomach.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, swatting his ass before slowly lowering his one leg onto my shoulder. “I promised you a massage.”

“Want me to suck you off while you give me that massage?”

“Nope,” I winked as I untied his other leg, helping lower his feet to the floor. “I’m going to be buried deep inside your ass when I cum, with you writhing under my weight. It’s going to be so good that you’re going to cum again.”

“So sure of yourself, Mr. Cooper,” Dyson said, rubbing his wrists.

“You doubt me?”

“Unlike you, I have always needed some time to recover before going at it again,” Dyson assured me, but I knew better.

~Dyson~

Harley had magic hands. He carefully massaged each muscle, caressing his fingers over my flesh, whispering filthy words into my ear as he did. My skin was warmed from his touch, my mind whirling from his words, and as his cock filled my ass, I grew hard against the fabric of the blanket draping the couch.

Lying on top of me with his chest against my back, he thrust into me at a hungered steady pace. The man had stamina. His hand slipped between the cushion and my hip, clasping onto my cock.

“Recovered I see,” he whispered, licking the crest of my ear.

“More torture?” I asked, arching my back, thrusting my butt in the air to meet his rhythm.

“I didn’t torture you, you must admit it was all good,” he nipped my ear then nuzzled into the nape of my neck, where he peppered kisses while I hummed my pleasure.

Harley pulled my hips up into a doggie style position and after a few pumps grasped my chin, lifting my back to his chest, his cock rocking into me. He twisted my head, covering his mouth over mine, his tongue seeking out my moans.

Yes I had to admit that even though Harley kept bringing me to the brink and yanking me back, holding my release until
he
was good and ready, it felt amazing to be commanded by him. This submission thing wasn’t half bad, in a twisted kind of way. Not that I wanted to make it a daily thing, I would certainly submit to Harley again in the future, though the future was to end soon.

“Stroke yourself, baby,” he said, into my ear. “But don’t dare cum. Wait for me I want to cum together.”

I was happy to do my part. I stroked myself with gusto giving it my all, resting my head back on Harley’s shoulder, listening to his grunts and groans.

“Fuck me like the house is on fire!” I yelled. “I’m so fucking close I can taste it!”

“Let it go,” Harley ordered, digging his fingers into my hips, holding me while he unloaded his wad. “Yeah, that’s it, give it all to me.”

My seed spurted threw the air, over the arm of the couch, and spattered onto the hardwood floor. It glistened in a thousand tiny puddles in the dim light. Harley started to laugh as he shoved me down onto the couch and he lay breathless on top of me.

“Ten points for distance alone,” he laughed, kissing between my shoulder blades.