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the bed and watch as Chris pulls out an assortment of
objects from a chest in the corner. Cuffs, a blindfold, what looks
like a butt plug, and something else that looks like it's meant to
hurt. A flogger, he tells me when I raise an eyebrow. I'm so fucking
turned on right now, but looking at everything he's got out just
makes it seem so real that I can't stop the butterflies fluttering
around in my stomach. He returns and lays everything on the bed
beside me, then pulls out lube from a drawer.
    He's so prepared
that I feel an unexpected stab of jealously. Just how many men has he
had in here? I have to remind myself that he's not mine, we're
nothing--there is no we-- and
this is just a one-night thing. Right. I tell myself this as he pulls
me to a standing position, but it's not very convincing.
    "Hands behind
your back." I obey without really thinking about it and I
wonder, again, just how he can make even the softest words into a
command. He fastens the padded cuffs around my wrists, then locks
them together. Fuck. This is really happening. I can't help but feel
a bit of panic at being restrained like this and I force myself to
breathe evenly. Only Chris's hands on my shoulders keep me calm.
    Chris steps around
me so I can see him lubing up the plug. It looks so much bigger now
that it's about to go in my ass at any minute. He looks at me, as if
sensing my nervousness, and smiles. "Spread your legs," he
says. This is it…I do as ordered while he wraps an arm around
me, holding me steady. There isn't much warning before he shoves the
plug in my ass and I can't help the groan that escapes me. I'm no
virgin, but this stretches me far more than I'm used to. Jesus, it
burns. I hiss through my teeth and push back against him, then sigh
in relief when the plug is all the way in. I feel full now--almost
too full--but the burning has eased.
    Chris pushes down on
my shoulders and, following his lead, I sink awkwardly down to my
knees. It's no surprise when he stands in front of me, his erect,
beautiful cock just in front of my mouth. I know exactly what he
wants, so I open my mouth and take him in.
    Taking him in my
mouth like this is strangely calming. I forget about my bound hands
and set about exploring every inch of his dick, trying to figure out
what he likes best. He groans loudly when I lap at the sensitive spot
beneath the head, so I do it again, reveling in the way he bucks
against me.
    And then I freeze.
The plug in my ass is vibrating--what the hell? I look up at Chris,
confused. He's holding a remote in his hand and damn if he doesn't
look pleased. "Don't come," he says, his voice husky.
    Oh God, the
vibrations feel so damn good. I moan around the cock in my mouth and
try to ignore how much my own is aching. Focusing on Chris helps a
little, but all the same, I'm getting close. Writhing on the floor, I
meet Chris's eyes with a wordless plea, but he shakes his head. It's
a race--who will come first? I grow more desperate by the second as I
let his dick slide down my throat. He tangles one hand in my hair and
holds me still while he fucks my mouth. It seems like forever, but
it's probably only a few seconds before he fills my mouth with the
salty taste of his come. I swallow it all down until finally he
slides out from between my lips. When he pats me on the head and
looks down at me with something like approval in his eyes, I realize
the vibrations have stopped. Somehow, I've succeeded. Knowing he's
pleased with me is somehow satisfying, but I still burn with the need
to come.
    I want to touch him
so badly, but my hands are still bound, so for now I just lean
against his thigh as he strokes my hair. Eventually, he pulls me to
my feet. "We're not done yet," he murmurs into my ear. I
nod. Of course--I'd have been surprised and more than a little
disappointed if we stopped now.
    I try to stand still
as he unhooks my cuffs but I get nervous all over again when he
attaches them to a chain above my head. "Do this often?"
I'm