“Oh, uh…” He blinked, licking his lips. “I guess it was around one or two.”
“Then you need to at least have a snack before we go any further.”
Ray’s jaw went slack. It seemed as if he was about to protest, but he snapped his mouth shut then lowered his head. “Okay, whatever you say.” He peeked up at them. “Will you join me?”
Cruella chuckled. “Deal.”
They noted Ray adjusting himself before heading gingerly into the kitchen area with Cruella following behind. They fell into an easy camaraderie, the natural connection that had been so strong, so present when they’d previously been together, returning as they prepared a light meal of crackers, cheese and fruit.
“I know we can’t have any wine or beer before a scene, but I have juice.” Ray straightened so fast from where he’d been crouching in front of the open refrigerator, he banged his head on the freezer handle. “Ow, fuck.”
“Careful, baby.” Cruella checked Ray’s head, brushing the pads of their fingers over the injured area.
He winced. “Stings. Any blood?”
“No, but what made you do that?”
“I didn’t mean to try and dictate how we were doing things. I meant what I said earlier about submitting. I don’t think I’ve ever meant anything so much before. Whatever you want, I’ll do.”
Oh dear. “Hon? Could you grab the plates and take them to the living room? I’ll pour us some juice then join you there.”
Once they’d settled on the couch with their food on the coffee table, Cruella regarded Ray. “Go on and eat while I gab for a minute.”
They arched their eyebrows expectantly when Ray didn’t move. He blinked, seeming to realize why Cruella had stopped speaking, then grabbed a cheese-covered cracker before popping it into his mouth. They patted his knee.
“Very good.” Cruella smiled. “Ray, I know you’re sorry about what happened, and I know you understand why I was upset. And yes, we’re going to do a scene tonight that will include your punishment. Commenting that you remember we can’t have alcohol because we’re playing tonight isn’t telling me what to do. It’s showing me how seriously you’re taking what we’re beginning to explore. I appreciate that so much, hon. Okay?” Cruella shook a finger at him. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you not to hold back your thoughts and feelings. I catch you doing that and who knows what awful punishment you’ll incur.” Cruella gave Ray a wink to soften the harshness of their words.
Ray nodded. “It’s just… Well, I want to be awesome at being your sub.”
“You are. I promise. Now, eat up so I can show you who’s boss.”
Ray snorted. “Ah, the irony.” He chuckled before his face fell. “Your new job…”
Cruella had expected that topic to come up. A part of them had simply wanted to jump Ray the first few steps inside the door, but the smarter part of them knew they should clear the air on a few things first.
“Is amazing. I adore it.” They stroked the side of Ray’s arm. “I’m grateful beyond words for the job at Rogue, you have no idea. But regardless of anything between us, Heath has been wanting me to work at Rags & Rhinestones for a while now. And even though your shop is a fantastic business and I enjoyed it there, this is more my thing. He’s training me to be a manager too, so I’ll have that to add to my resume.” Cruella smiled as they rubbed a thumb across Ray’s cheek. “And now we don’t have to worry about work protocol anymore.”
Ray nuzzled into their touch. “I’ll miss you. I’ve missed you so much already.”
“You can come take me to lunch.” Cruella brushed Ray’s hair away from his face. “And I plan on seeing you lots and lots when neither of us are at work.”
At last they were able to pull a smile from Ray. “That’s awesome to hear.”
“Then be my good boy and finish up your dinner so you can get your just desserts.”
Ray had been such a nervous, sweaty wreck all day, he’d begged for Cruella to let him take a quick shower before their scene began. They’d told him to take his time, so they could get everything ready. Soaping up his body and not jacking off after that statement should have won him some sort of an award.
Ray entered the bedroom completely nude, the way Cruella had requested. The moment he spied the cock cage on the nightstand, he was struck with an odd mixture of excitement and dread. The idea of being a prisoner to Cruella’s will made his balls tighten with a delicious ache, but the reality of not being allowed to come for an unspecified amount of time made him antsy.
Cruella’s soft footfalls sounded behind him and when he turned to face them, he sucked in a sharp breath at how gorgeous they were. Not that he didn’t always feel that way about them, but he hadn’t expected the red lace boy-cut panties or the matching satin camisole. He flicked his gaze down to Cruella’s beautiful lace-covered cock trapped by the tantalizing fabric, and wondered if a cage even existed that could keep him from coming.
“Checking out the goods, hon?”
He wiggled his fingers. “Can…can I touch you?”
Cruella glanced down then met his gaze again. “You seem so needy, hon. Is that right?”
Ray let out a low groan. “It’s you, angel. You do this to me. I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve never been so turned on by someone before.”
They took Ray’s hand then pressed it against their stiff length, the heat of their silky flesh like a brand, the sensation of the lace against his palm a decadent tease. He hissed through his teeth as Cruella circled their hips, clutching his wrist to hold him in place as they rutted into his hand. Ray’s dick twitched, pre-cum trailing down the length of his hard shaft as Cruella continued to writhe under his touch.
“That feels nice, baby.” They stopped their movement and let him go. “Let’s officially begin. Safewords?”
Ray cleared his throat. “Red stop, yellow slow down and green go.”
Cruella leaned in and took a leisurely kiss, exploring his mouth and tasting him everywhere before drawing back. “Very good. Now go to the bed and lie on your stomach for me.”
He shoved aside all the questions that immediately sprang up from Cruella’s order. It was all about pleasing them and he was sure they had a reason for him to be face down, but it wasn’t his job to figure that out. All he had to do was follow their direction.
Once he’d lain across the sheet-covered mattress, it dipped behind him from Cruella’s weight.
“Get comfortable, rest your head on your arms, grab a pillow. Whatever you’d like.”
No questioning. Just do it. Ray shoved one of the pillows under his head then wrapped his arms around it, angling his face to the side. Cruella straddled his thighs and he bit down hard on his lip.
Holy Jesus.
The scrape of the lace panties against his legs, with Cruella’s thick erection stuffed inside them teasing his crease, had him too close to the edge already. He clenched his fingers, digging them into the soft pillow, doing all he could to keep from breaking one of the main rules they’d established in their contract.
No coming without permission.
Cruella leaned over his back and their long hair danced over his skin, feathery touches that brought his nerves alive. They gripped his shoulders, squeezing and massaging them. He buried his face in the pillow, another groan torn from him as they dry-humped his ass, the satiny fabric of the cami joining Cruella’s soft hair in taunting and making him crazy with need.
They continued to knead and rub his flesh, moving their way down his back until they reached his waist. Cruella scooted down his legs then began nipping and licking his flesh. Soft kisses and sharp bites combined into one solid wave of sensation and pleasure.
Fuck. So good.
Cruella reached his lower back then wriggled even further down. “Tuck your knees underneath you, baby.”
Now that he was nice and melted, he didn’t hesitate to follow Cruella’s command. Ray’s eyes flew open at the first lick of Cruella’s hot tongue on his hole. They he
ld his cheeks open and took their time exploring his crease, laving the entire area, seemingly in no hurry as they teased and prodded his rim then traveled down his taint to his balls, sucking each one in turn, then licked their way back up again.
This is a punishment?
Although, he’d never had anyone pay such thorough attention to that area of his body before. In the past, most of his rimming encounters had been hit and runs. Too much more of Cruella’s expert attentions would put him at the distinct risk of breaking the no-coming rule.
Ray whimpered as Cruella continued to eat him at a maddeningly slow pace. They had begun to squeeze and manipulate his ass cheeks as they hardened the tip of their tongue and prodded with more fervor at his tight entrance. Cruella flicked the wrinkled skin faster, working him over until the wet appendage pushed its way through, breaching him and almost making him shoot his load.
He bit down harder on his lip, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth as Cruella used their thumbs to spread him wider, holding him open so they could fuck his ass with their tongue. Cruella swirled inside his passage, adding their thumbs to penetrate him more then thrusting their tongue between the digits. Faster and deeper they plunged, and Ray panicked. He couldn’t fail them so soon.
“Oh, fuck. Cruella, I don’t think I can hold back…”
Ray let out a relieved moan as Cruella stopped tormenting him with their tongue and removed their thumbs.
“Good job holding on, baby.” Cruella gave his ass one hearty spank, the thwack resounding in the room. “Such a nice, tight butt. Love it.” They climbed off him. “Don’t move. I have to grab something.”
They must have brought their bag into the bedroom, but left it on the other side of the bed where I couldn’t see it. Contents were shuffled around, and Ray tried to stay in his body instead of letting his mind question what Cruella was doing or was about to do. He concentrated on breathing slowly, the way Liam had shown him. Those kinds of relaxation techniques weren’t something he’d ever paid much attention to, but he wondered if maybe he should from now on.
Ray jumped, his body tensing the moment Cruella touched the hard, blunted end of something against his rim.
“You were nice and melty for me just a few seconds ago, baby. I already got you started, and there’s plenty of lube on the plug, so don’t fight it.”
Plug?
Okay, yeah. Plug. Totally fine.
They’d discussed toys in the contract, Cruella had used a dildo on him the first night they’d ever done anything—what was the big deal about a plug?
Because I’ve never had one in me before.
All the years he’d spent with lovers who had either expected or insisted he top them hadn’t left him much opportunity for anal play. Since no one had offered to school him, he hadn’t thought too much about it. Other than the few fleeting rim jobs and the occasional flip fuck, he hadn’t known what he was missing.
Cruella pressed harder against his resistant opening, and he let out a long breath, pushing out as he did. The hard object breached him and Cruella worked it farther in, stretching him open, the burning sting of the stretch close to being too much to bear. The toy graduated to an impressive size, spreading him more than he’d ever experienced, then with a rush, it popped into his passage. His rim snapped closed around the smaller bottom section and he let out a long, slow breath.
Damn. So full.
Cruella rubbed his lower back then continued downward, caressing his ass. “How are you doing, baby?”
“Okay, I think.”
“I don’t need to remind you that not using your safeword is worse than using it when you don’t really need to, right?”
“I know. Adjusting, that’s all. I’m not in any pain or freaking out.”
“How about now?”
Cruella nudged the plug and Ray yelped. They had managed to hit his prostate just right, and if they kept at it too much longer, not going off like a rocket would be out of the question.
“Yellow!”
They immediately let go of the handle of the plug then rested their hand on Ray’s lower back. “Talk to me, hon.”
“I’m gonna come, I swear, I won’t be able to hold back. I don’t want to fail our first night back together, don’t want to disappoint you. I promise I’m doing the best I can. I…” Own up. “I couldn’t even jack off while we were apart. I had a wet dream one night and you were in it. Other than that, nada.”
Cruella placed a kiss on his shoulder. “Sweet baby, I’m here now. And you’ll never fail, no matter what. This isn’t succeed or fail, win or lose. This is about you and me exploring our kinks together, learning what works for us. Just always be honest with me and I’ll do the same with you. That’s all.”
“Always.” Ray cleared the emotion from his throat. “Thank you. I promise I’ll do my best to make you proud.”
Cruella brushed their lips across his skin, ending with another soft kiss before straightening. “I know you will.”
They rubbed his back and while the plug still rested against his gland in his current position, he was no longer in crisis.
“Okay, baby. On your back.”
They helped guide him and he let out another yelp as the plug jostled inside him when he turned over. When he was settled, and Cruella had placed a couple of pillows under his head. he waited anxiously for what would happen next. He’d come to realize that the unknown was part of the thrill, that giving Cruella permission to do whatever they wanted to him was hot as fuck.
Cruella sat beside him on the bed and had switched to rubbing his belly. “Doing better now? It’s hard to tell since you certainly aren’t any softer.” They winked.
Ray snorted. “Yeah… That won’t be changing for a while. Not until you help me out, anyway.” He tried for an innocent smile.
“Oh no, baby. I think you must’ve forgotten that this is your punishment.” Cruella shook a finger at him.
Ray darted his gaze to the cock cage then back at Cruella. They arched their eyebrows. “Exactly.” They leaned down to where Ray assumed their overnight bag had been set down. “But I have to make sure you won’t give me any trouble first.”
“I won’t—”
He stopped short at the sight of the ropes Cruella clutched in their fingers.
“You won’t what?”
Ray licked his lips. Fuck yeah. “Nothing. I’ll shut up now.”
Cruella tapped a finger to their chin. “Hmm. Good idea. Maybe next time.”
Ray furrowed his brow. “Huh?”
“I saw this ball and gag with a purple ball and sparkling straps. It would look divine on you.”
“Um…”
Cruella scraped a fingernail over a taut nipple and his cock twitched. They grinned. “We weren’t very specific on our list regarding sensory deprivation. Maybe we should revisit that?”
Even though Ray wanted to touch them, wanted to run his hands over their soft skin, he knew he wasn’t supposed to. The fact that Cruella held ropes only reinforced that knowledge. But damn, how he wanted to feel them in his arms.
Tonight. They’ll be in my arms tonight and I won’t let go. “Sure, we can do that.”
“I look forward to it.” They dragged the tips of their nails across his chest, pausing to torment one before traveling to the next. “Arms above your head but don’t clasp your hands. Leave them relaxed.”
“Yes, Cruella.”
Ray complied, his dick twitching more, pre-cum gathering at his slit as he remembered how much he loved the bite of the ropes, how he craved the strength of their hold. He observed as Cruella folded the length of the binding in half the way they always began, then reached above him. They wrapped the doubled cord around one wrist and he was anxious to discover what new moves Cruella might try on him.
“This is something I’ve been practicing, hon, so bear with me. It’s a column tie—similar to what we did before—but I’m going to make a sort of pulley out of the looped end, so I can attach each arm to the wr
ought iron of your headboard.”
Ray took steadying breaths as Cruella manipulated his wrists and arms how they chose. His senses were alive, his body aware of every passing touch or gentle tug, every sound and smell. The swish of the rope as Cruella worked the cord, his ass so wonderfully full, the vein beneath his heated length throbbing, the tinge of arousal that came from Cruella as much as from him.
He let out a small gasp as his arm was jerked upward with a slight tug. More manipulation of the rope followed and the errant thought of how he appeared to them entered his head. It had to be a turn-on to see him this way, for him to be naked and trussed up, his cock hard and leaking. Someday, when he was a bit braver, he’d ask Cruella to take pictures.
That we hide very, very well.
The more kink aware he became, the braver he got. But he wasn’t quite ready to display bondage photos of himself on the wall of his apartment.
Cruella repeated the same action with his other arm and he reflexively gave a tug of his own to check how securely he was held. With both wrists attached on opposite sides of the headboard and the pillows propped beneath his head and shoulders, his arms didn’t hang as high as they would’ve had he remained flat. While he still had the sensation of being imprisoned, exposed and vulnerable to Cruella’s will, he imagined he could remain tied for a longer period of time without experiencing any true discomfort.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Whoa. Cruella had never tied his ankles or legs before. They retrieved another coil of rope and unraveled it while Ray did their bidding. He didn’t have a footboard, but he did have a metal frame. However, he wouldn’t ask questions. Part of his conversations with Liam about submission had included letting go and trusting. The idea that he didn’t trust Cruella had never entered his mind. But if he trusted them, why would he question them? As Liam had reminded him, his safewords were there if he truly couldn’t handle something.
The feel of the rope around his ankles aroused him even more. Not only because he was now completely bound and imprisoned, but his skin there seemed more sensitive, unused to touch. The ropes made him more aware of everything.
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