Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He opened a drawer in the kitchen island and pulled out two plastic clamps used to reseal packages. “I do want them pierced. Mine are still healing, but they’re so sensitive, and whenever I feel something rub against them, I remember that you put them there,” he said and pulled on one of Gunner’s nipples before mercilessly closing the clamp on the tender flesh.
Gunner gasped, and his face relaxed, expressing the insecurities and nerves that still plagued him. He didn’t need to wear a mask when he was with Caspian, and his openness made Caspian want to push him further than ever before.
“I liked you teasing me there,” Gunner said, but his chest rose and fell ever faster as he breathed in and out. He held his hands behind his back submissively—a bull of a man, yet willing to be at Caspian’s mercy.
Caspian put a clamp on Gunner’s other nipple and flicked them both, cooking on the inside when tension passed over Gunner’s handsome features. This guy could’ve broken Caspian in half, yet he chose to put himself in his care.
Caspian had never been interested in burly men, so he’d considered his recent attraction to Gunner as seeing beyond his exterior. But watching him kneel brought out a new kind of thirst. “I won’t spare you. It’s not like I could break someone so big and strong,” he muttered and slid his hand over Gunner’s flesh as he walked behind him. The massive hands were clasped together at the small of Gunner’s back, but Caspian still twisted Gunner’s arms to make his point. The fancy silk tie would be the perfect thing to ensure Gunner knew his place.
Anticipating a submissive lover in his future, Caspian had spent some time last month learning knots, and while Gunner wasn’t going anywhere, a bit of bondage would enforce the notion that he wasn’t the one in charge. Moments later, both thick wrists were secured.
“You can always try,” Gunner said, and the teasing in his voice prompted Caspian to slap his ass. Muscular, yet with enough give for a good squeeze, the buttocks had Caspian staring. And they were his to play with.
He kicked Gunner’s feet apart and pushed on his back, wordlessly forcing him to bend over. And before Caspian could have lost the benefit of surprise, he grabbed the meaty cheeks and spread them wide.
Gunner’s hole looked so snug with the delicate, wrinkled skin around it, and when Caspian smelled musk and soap, he leaned in and let hot spit drizzle to the vulnerable flesh.
Gunner whimpered, strained by the uncomfortable position, but he was fit enough to take any challenge Caspian wanted to put him through.
The soft flesh felt good against Caspian’s finger when he ran it down Gunner’s crack, and it was only then that he realized Gunner had shaved that entire area.
Sweat beaded on Caspian’s back.
“I see you’ve prepared for this,” he whispered and rubbed his crotch against Gunner’s thigh.
Arousal was a constant pressure in his balls, but he wanted to make this last. To tease Gunner into oblivion and deny him release for hours. Just because Gunner had given him the reins.
Just because he could.
“All smooth,” Caspian said, rubbing his saliva all around the hole while Gunner squirmed and clenched his bound hands. He was big, strong, yet so helpless and open.
Gunner didn’t dare try to pull his legs together or protest. “I… I thought you might like that. In case. In case of this.”
Caspian didn’t find hair in any way repulsive, but the fact that Gunner was willing to shave his intimate parts for him made his dick so rigid he couldn’t wait any longer and spat at the hole again before screwing in his thumb. Gunner was tight. But despite flinching at the sudden penetration, he didn’t protest. And his passivity was so damn hot Caspian could barely stand still when his brain clouded with lust.
Maybe they should have talked about limits, but Caspian was positive he couldn’t come up with anything Gunner wouldn’t have wanted to at least try, so he moved the digit inside the snug channel and slapped Gunner’s buttock, grinning when the sphincter tightened around his thumb.
This ass belonged to him now.
And he wanted Gunner to know.
“I want to come before we keep on playing. You’ll get to your knees, you will put your cheek on the floor, and you’ll let me use you.”
Never in his wildest dreams would have Caspian imagined that this was what he’d be doing with Gunner Russo, and yet here they were.
Gunner shivered when Caspian pulled the digit out of him, but didn’t hesitate and lowered himself to the floor. “I… I’ve never… I bought a dildo, but I didn’t—”
Right. Gunner’s body had never been penetrated. In a way, Caspian would be taking his virginity for the second time, and that thought forced him to frantically open his pants as pressure in his balls rose. “Okay. So you want to go slow after all?” he asked, because as much as he liked the idea of using Gunner for his pleasure without any foreplay, he wanted Gunner to have a good time and crave the things Caspian wanted to unleash on him.