“But only from my cock and my hands. Gay sex A mirror positioned perfectly.“Strip,” she said softly.He obeyed.Plug still in place. You haven’t disobeyed. The warmth spread faster this time, probably because of how badly he needed to feel her.“Good boy,” she purred. Her place was already hazy with cannabis smoke and candlelight. Release With PermissionBrandon arrived with his pulse already pounding.He hadn’t touched himself in two weeks. “But tonight… I’m going to make you cum anyway.”The rhythm she fucked him with was different—not punishing, but hypnotic.Slow, deep, precise.Her hands explored his back, his hips, his chest. Leather restraints. Soft ambient music throbbed low and slow, matching the rhythm in his chest.On the wall: a sling. Not yours.”He shivered.She bent him over the sling and removed the plug slowly, licking her lips as his hole pulsed open for her.Then she rimmed him.Long, deep strokes of her tongue that had him moaning into the leather cushion. “Follow me.”Tonight, she didn’t take him to the bedroom.She took him straight into the dungeon.It was darker than usual—only red spotlights illuminating the room. “You’re mine now. Hard, but untouched.“You’ve been a very good boy,” she murmured, circling him. Her place was already hazy with cannabis smoke and candlelight.
