Not Safe for Work (4 page)

“You’re so good at this,” I slurred. “Jesus, Rick…”

He groaned softly and redoubled his efforts, and staying in control was suddenly a hell of a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

I rocked my hips a little faster. “You ready for me to come?”

This time, his groan was more than I could handle. The sound and the vibration, the palpable eagerness—I didn’t even try to fight it.

“Oh fuck,” I ground out as the first surge almost toppled me over. “Keep… Holy shit, Rick…”

He didn’t let up at all. He kept licking and teasing right up until I stopped him with a hand on his forehead and withdrew from his mouth. He caught every drop too, swallowing it down and running his tongue across his lips as if to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

“Jesus.” The room spun around me. Hands shaking and heart thumping, I fixed my clothes. As I caught my breath, I blinked my eyes into focus.

And there he was, still kneeling, still rock hard in his pants, his lips shining and his face flushed. Deliciously submissive, visibly turned on and ready for a well-deserved orgasm.

I crouched in front of him again, ignoring the vague ache in my centuries-old joints, and unzipped his jeans. With him in that position, it was a challenge, but I gently freed his rock-hard dick and wrapped my fingers around it.

“
Shit
,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t come until I say. Understood?”

He tilted his head back and mouthed a curse before he murmured, “Y-yes.”

As long as he’d bared all that skin, I couldn’t possibly resist, so I leaned in to kiss his neck.

Rick moaned. “Oh my God…”

My sentiments exactly. Everything about him—his voice, his hot flesh against my lips, the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d so enthusiastically given me—drove me wild, and I fully intended to return the favor.

I kissed his throat again and whispered, “You give amazing head, Rick.”

His cock stiffened in my hand. “Th-thank you.”

“I’m supposed to be thinking of all kinds of ways to fuck with you.” I pressed my teeth into his skin, just enough to make him gasp. “Could tie you up. Send you into space. But I love fucking with you like this too. Do you like this?”

“
Yes
.”

“Can’t wait to do more, though. So many things I can do with toys.” I exhaled across his neck. “But just watching the way you obey me when I tell you not to come, even though I know you want to”—I squeezed his cock—“turns me on like nothing else.”

He moaned, the cuffs protesting, as if he were pulling on them in a futile effort to get free. His hips could barely move in this position, but damn, he tried, pushing his cock into my fist.

“I can’t wait to see you tied up,” I breathed. “Not just cuffed, but completely immobile.” I squeezed a little harder, and when he groaned, I added, “So I can do anything I want to you. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Please.”

“So many things I could do. I could spend hours trying new things on you.”

“Oh God…”

“I can’t fucking wait.” I kissed the side of his neck. “You’ll be in tears by the time I’m done with you.”

“Holy…”

“Is that what you want?”

“So. Much.”

“Good.” I nipped his earlobe, and then whispered, “Now come.”

Not even a second later, a full-body shudder rocked him, and he came, burying his head against the side of my neck and moaning as semen coated my hand and forearm.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. His hips were still jerking, his body trembling against mine. When I slowed my hand, he sighed against my shoulder. “Fuck…”

“You earned that,” I whispered. “I can already tell you’re going to be a perfect sub.”

Rick just whimpered.

I got up—fuck these knees—and cleaned off my arm. Then I moved behind him to undo the cuffs, and once he was free, I gently guided him to his feet. This time, it was his knee that cracked audibly. A second later, the other did.

“Fucking joints,” he muttered, and winced as he took a step.

“I know the feeling. You all right?”

He nodded. “I’m good.”

To be sure, I wrapped my arm around his waist, and together, we moved toward his bed, both of us sounding a lot older than we actually were. Snapping, cracking and popping all the way, we climbed into his bed and lay back on the pillows.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “Holy shit.”

“You all right?”

“Oh yeah.” His eyelids slid open. “Haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“Neither have I.” I kissed him gently. “And tomorrow night, I intend to make us feel even better. Especially since I want to bring you back to my place. I want you and all my toys in the same room.”

Rick gulped. “God, yes.”

I traced the contours of his abs, his skin hot and his heart pounding beneath my touch. “Only problem is, I don’t even know where to start. Tie you? Fuck you? Maybe flog you a little?”

He bit his lip and wriggled beneath my touch. “Anything.”

“Maybe you should come over early, then. So we have plenty of time.”

Rick nodded vigorously. “Whenever you want me there.”

How about now? Right fucking now?

“Tell you what.” I slid my hand downward, and as I ran a finger along his groin, making him gasp, I said, “At the end of tonight, we’ll decide when we’ll meet tomorrow. Because then I’ll know if either of us will still be able to walk.”

He met my gaze, eyes wide.

I stroked his balls lightly. “Did you think we were done tonight?”

“I was hoping we weren’t.”

“Oh. Don’t you worry. We’re not.”

Chapter Six

My house wasn’t much compared to Rick’s, but that was hardly going to be a surprise for either of us.

After I’d showed him around briefly, I took him to the basement door. “Just so you know,” I said, “this is the only door between here and the front door that locks, and that’s only so my kids don’t stumble across anything.” I opened and closed it a few times. “It’s unlocked now, and it’ll stay that way.” Gesturing down the stairs, I added, “The door to the actual room closes but doesn’t lock. You can leave any time.”

Rick nodded. “Good to know.”

Our eyes met. If he was nervous, he didn’t let it show.

I started down the stairs. All the way down, I couldn’t help grinning—I always got a little thrill out of bringing someone into my “dungeon” for the first time.

At the dungeon door, I turned around and gestured at a small table pushed up against the wall. “You can leave your clothes there.”

Rick tensed. “I beg your pardon?”

I nodded toward the table. “Leave your clothes there.”

He watched me for a second and then started unbuttoning his shirt. My cock hardened as Rick stripped off his clothes. He worked quickly, neatly folding them and tucking his tennis shoes under the table.

“Good.” I put my hands on his sides and lifted my chin to kiss him gently. “Nervous?”

“A little.”

“Still want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

“Thought so.” I pulled him into another kiss. His skin was hot even through my clothes, his cock thickening between us. I was already hard just from watching him undress, and the longer I kissed him, the more I debated fucking him right out here in the hallway. Or putting him down on his knees and fucking his mouth again. Jesus, that mouth of his. So talented. So
eager
.

I pushed myself off him before I got too carried away, and reached for the door. As I did, I flashed him a grin. “Welcome to the dungeon.”

He gulped, and I pushed open the door.

I went in first, gesturing for him to follow me, and quietly let him take in his surroundings.

I’d never been fond of the dungeons that showed up in pornos. They were always cold and sparse with a lot of bare wood and concrete, like something that could double as a horror movie set. That just wasn’t the ambiance I wanted. After half a decade of work, my basement/dungeon was my ideal place for kinky scenes.

The atmosphere was nothing like any other dungeon I’d been to, and exactly like I wanted it. The floors were covered with thick, black mats, the kind weightlifters used to keep from denting the gym floor. I did have one small area of bare concrete, but that was only really used to punish submissives who’d misbehaved and needed to kneel on a cold, hard surface until they were ready to try again. Everywhere else, though, I preferred some padding in case someone stumbled or collapsed. And, hell, I wanted to be comfortable too—concrete was murder on the knees, especially if I had to be on my feet for any length of time, which I usually did.

The windows had all been covered so the neighbors couldn’t see in, but I’d had false windows painted on the walls. Judging by the number of subs who’d eyed those “windows” during scenes, the illusion had the intended effect—making them feel exposed and in full view of anyone who happened by. Of course, if a sub was truly uncomfortable with that, the false windows could be covered as well, but I’d had quite a few who liked it. Some who really got off on it—on being naked, tied, fucked and believing that at any moment, someone could see them like that.

Along the walls were cupboards where I kept everything from bondage tape to bandages, not to mention an ample supply of lube and condoms. A case of bottled water, a first aid kit, lotions and massage oils—I had everything down here. We could survive the apocalypse and never run out of entertainment.

I was quiet for a while, letting Rick take in his surroundings and the vulnerability of standing here naked in a room like this. He was still obviously turned on, but he was difficult to read aside from his wide eyes.

Finally, he took a breath. “This is impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ve got a little of everything, don’t you?”

“I’ve been accumulating it for a few years. Amazing how quickly a handful of toys turns into”—I gestured at the racks—“
that
.”

“Sounds like me with books.” He chuckled. “A little stack suddenly turned into a library that has even bigger stacks on the floor because I’ve run out of room.”

“Yeah, that’s about what happened here.”

“So I see.” As he looked over everything on the rack, I watched all the places his eyes stopped—the spreader bars. The Wartenberg wheel. My modest collection of cock cages.

From behind, I wrapped my arms around him, his body heat radiating through my clothes. “There are so many things I want to do to you in here.”

He shivered, laying his arms over the top of mine. “I can’t even imagine where to start.”

“You leave that to me.” I kissed the side of his neck.

His breath hitched slightly.

Another kiss, this time right behind his ear. “I could always send you to work with your cock and balls in a cage.”

He tensed, turning his head slightly, and I was pretty sure his gaze went straight to the small collection of cages hanging below the spreader bars.

I grinned against his skin. “I can just imagine you wearing one of those during a meeting.”

“I wouldn’t—” He swallowed. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

“Well then. I guess we’d be even, wouldn’t we?”

“Oh really?”

“You have no idea how much you distract me. Even before I realized you were”—I pulled him back against me, pressing my clothed erection against his bare ass—“my type.”

Rick exhaled hard. “We’re never getting anything done in a meeting again, are we?”

“Probably not. But we’re going to get plenty done here tonight.”

His fingers twitched on top of mine.

Where to start, where to start?

My mind kept going back to one fantasy, and though it didn’t involve any of the myriad toys I kept in this room, it turned me on so much, I couldn’t see straight.

I let him go and gestured at the floor. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

Rick didn’t even hesitate. He went to his knees, then forward onto his hands.

“Good.” I squeezed his shoulder gently. “Very good.”

He glanced up at me and smiled. Blood pounded in my ears—his pupils were already dilated.

I stepped away, opened a cupboard and took out a condom and some lube. When I turned around, I paused. He was watching me, eyes wide and forehead creased, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than him on his knees on my dungeon floor, naked, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to him.

I set the condom and lube between his shoulder blades and knelt behind him. Rick fidgeted, obviously trying not to dislodge everything on his back, and I chuckled.

Patience, Rick. Patience.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my very erect cock, and just to fuck with him, I took my sweet time opening the lube bottle. He shifted his weight from one hand to the other. One knee to the other. One hand to the other.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

He nodded. “Just…want…”

“Want what?”

He took a few breaths—was he panting already? “Anything you want.”

“Good answer.” I poured some lube on my first and middle fingers. “As it happens, I want to fuck you.”

He inhaled like he was about to speak, but when I pressed my lubed fingers to his ass, he tensed, and then exhaled and didn’t say anything. Carefully, slowly, I slipped two fingers inside him. He arched his back, nearly dislodging the box of condoms, and whispered something I didn’t understand. I’d fucked him just last night, but I was excited and aroused as if I’d never touched him before. There was so much potential here. So much smooth, exposed skin to cover in sweat and welts.

Just imagining it made me dizzy. Knowing it was a possibility—that any number of those fantasies could come true if I told him it was what I wanted—was overwhelmingly erotic. As I fucked him with one hand, I stroked myself with the other, keeping both motions slow so I didn’t make one of us come too soon.

“You said you like being tied up,” I whispered. “Forced to take whatever’s given to you.”

He nodded. “Y-yeah.” A tremor made the condom box slide down toward the middle of his back. He tensed, clenching around my fingers and holding perfectly still, which must’ve been a struggle for him.

“We could do that, you know.” I pushed my fingers apart, stretching him gently. “Right here. In this room. Would you like that?”

Another nod, though subtle this time, as if he thought that slight movement would knock everything off his back.

“Answer me, Rick.”

“Yes, I would.”

“We will. Once we’ve been at this awhile”—I bent my fingers just right to find that sweet spot inside—“I promise you, we will.”

He moaned, damn near whimpered. Whether it was from the promise or the pleasure or both, I couldn’t tell, but it turned me on either way. I slid my fingers out, then in again, and he gasped and bucked just hard enough to send the lube and condoms clattering to the floor.

“Shit,” he breathed. “Sorry.”

“It’s all right this time.” I slipped my fingers free. “Now pick them up and give them to me, because this gorgeous ass needs to be fucked again.”

He grabbed the fallen box and bottle, and twisted around to hand them to me.

I quickly put on a condom and some more lube. With one hand on his hip, one around the base of my cock, I guided myself to him, and for a moment, the whole room was completely silent. I was holding my breath. He must’ve been holding his. As the head of my cock pushed past the tight ring, he swore softly, and we both exhaled as I worked myself into him. He moaned, the tension melting out of his shoulders as he took me deeper.

I may as well have built this entire room for this specific moment—fully dressed, fucking a naked, submissive Rick right here in the middle of the floor. My imagination showed me a million other things we could—and hopefully would—do in this room, but it all came down to this—Rick, surrendered, taking whatever I chose to give him. Tonight, my cock. Tomorrow, maybe a flogging, or a few welts from a rope. Eventually…hell, the sky was the limit. Anything he wanted. Anything he was willing to take.

Rocking my hips slowly, sliding in and out of his tight ass, I ran my hands up and down his back. “Your profile had some interesting answers on it.”

He turned his head, lips taut. “What?”

“Oh, you thought I was just going to fuck you?” I laughed as I drew my fingernails down his sides, making him tighten around me. “No, no, Rick. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to talk. Coherently. Understood?”

I thought he murmured “shit…” but then he nodded. “Okay. Yes.”

“Good.” I dug in my nails and slammed into him. As I started to withdraw, I gritted my teeth, and then slowly pushed back in. “You said on your profile…” I paused, mesmerized for a moment by the sight of my cock disappearing inside him. “You said you like pain sometimes. And there are things you want to try.” I took a few long, slow strokes, enough to most likely make him forget anything I’d just said. “What do you want to try?

“I want…” He released a hiss of breath. “God, I…”

“Answer me. Or else I’ll stop.”

“Hot…” His head fell forward, and a shudder ran up the length of his spine. “Hot wax.”

“Hot wax?”

“Y-yes.”

I bit my lip. Instantly, my mind’s eye was filled with images of hot wax dripping all over his gorgeous torso, thin colored stripes piling one on top of the other while he… Would he moan? Cry out? Lose himself in subspace from the first stinging drop, or would I have to work at it to put him in that space?

“Maybe we’ll have to try that,” I murmured, and fucked him a little faster. “Right here. In this room.”

Rick groaned. “P-please…”

“You ask so nicely. I like that.”

He shivered.

“Lots of other things we can do too. I have plenty of toys.”

“Anything,” he moaned, rocking slightly back and forth. “Anything you want.”

“Maybe I want to watch you take care of yourself.” That mental image made me bite my lip. God, yeah. I was going to have to do that. “You ever use anything while you’re jerking off?”

“Lube.”

I thrust harder, just to throw off his concentration. “Anything else? Toys?”

“S-sometimes.” His shoulders quivered, and his back arched. “Oh my God…”

“What kind of toys?”

“I…” His head lolled forward. “T-toys. Dildos.”

My mind’s eye showed me Rick lounging in his bed, one hand on his dick and the other sliding a dildo in and out of his ass, and I was suddenly on a very fast road to coming. “That sounds hot,” I whispered. “I might want to see it.”

“Any time. Any… God…”

“You ready to come, Rick?”

“
Yes
,” he pleaded. “So ready.”

I could tease him. Oh, and I would tease him. But tonight, I wanted to hear him and feel him and see him, so I said, “Come, Rick.”

He clenched around me, and his helpless cry echoed off the basement walls. I gripped his hips tighter and slammed into him, fucking him hard while he rocked and shuddered and moaned, and then I was coming too, gasping for breath and forcing myself as deep as he could take me.

We both stopped. I stayed inside him, hips pressed all the way against his ass, until the trembling slowed. Carefully, my hands still unsteady, I pulled out.

“Don’t move,” I breathed. “Just…just stay…like that.”

He nodded. “’Kay.”

Once I’d tossed the condom and cleaned off my hands, I straightened my clothes and returned to him in the middle of the room. I crouched beside him. “You all right?”

Rick lifted his head. His pupils were blown, and his lips pulled into a drunken grin. “You have to ask?”

I laughed. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” I helped him to his feet and gave him a moment to stand, keeping a hand on his arm in case he got dizzy. When we were both sure he was steady, I guided him out of the room. There, I gathered his clothes and shoes, and we continued up to the second floor and into my bedroom.