“I need to hear you say it,cariño.”
Licking my lips in an attempt to wet my severely dry mouth, I mutter, “Y-yellow means slow, red m-means stop. I got it.”
“Good boy,” he mutters. I hate the appreciative twitch my cock does at those two words.
Next, he opens the chest, tossing various leather straps onto the bed as my pulse goes into overdrive. “What the fuck are those for?”
Instead of answering me, he stands, rounding the bed on my left side. He grabs one of the straps before running a large, hot hand up my calf. He squeezes, raking his nails down the flesh, then wraps the strap around my ankle and connects it to the bed. Effectively restraining me.
“Uh, no,” I sputter. “You aren’t tying me to your bed, Mateo.”
He smirks, tightening the strap. “Say my name like that again,cariño. It turns me on when you’re all growly.”
“Fuck off. I’m serious. You’re not tying me up.”
“Yes, I am.” He arches a brow as if he’s challenging me to defy him. “My. Rules.Otherwise, you know your safe words.”
Not waiting around to see if I’m going to argue with him, he does the same to my hand before moving around to the right side of the bed and doing the same over there. When he’s done, I’m starfished across his bed, completely exposed.
Yet, despite how insanely vulnerable I feel, my cock is still throbbing and leaking a puddle all over my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone to touch me so badly in my life.
Mateo crosses the room and grabs something off his dresser before walking over to the light switch by the door, flipping it off. At the same time they turn off, red LED lights illuminate the room. He must have strip lights along the floorboards and underneath the bed. Between those and the candles, the entire room is glowing in an erotic red.
Next, he pulls his phone from his pocket. The sensual beat ofChillsby Mickey Valen and Joey Myron reverberates through speakers placed around the room that I can’t see. Grabbing something out of his back pocket, he tosses it bedside me—a bottle of some sort—before shoving his pants down and climbing on the bed, still sporting his red briefs.
Clearly, that’s his favorite color.
He positions himself between mywide fucking openlegs, uncapping the mystery bottle. For a minute, I think it’s lube until he pours a generous amount onto my left thigh.Massage oil.A pineapple aroma floats up, meeting my senses as he begins rubbing it in. His touch is firm as he runs his hands up and down, dipping underneath my leg to spread the oil back there. When he applies pressure behind my knee, it feels like a direct line to my groin. My cock drips, and I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a groan.
Moving on, he switches legs, focusing on my right. This is sensual as fuck, despite him never actually touching me anywhere sexual. He takes his time, ensuring he gets every inch of my legs before moving to my abdomen. Straddling my lower thighs, he’s careful not to graze my cock, and I know he’s taking sick satisfaction in watching me squirm. He pours a small amount onto my chest, setting the bottle beside us before working the oil into my skin.
His face is completely unreadable. If it weren’t for his endlessly dark, blown-out eyes, I would think he was totally unaffected. The air in the room is thick, the constant eye contact between us heady. Every sense, every nerve ending in my body, feels like they’ve finally come alive. It’s visceral, the way he’s making me feel.
His fingers circle my nipple at the same time, tweaking and making me cry out. That has his eyes darkening even further, hips rolling on top of me, the very tip of his erection brushing against mine. My eyes roll back at the feel of him.
“You’re so pretty,cariño.” The rough gravel of his voice sends a shiver down my spine as his devilish eyes, sinful and gleaming, devour me. I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or genuine, and right now, I don’t think I care. “I bet you bleed pretty. I bet you cry pretty, too.” His body towers over mine now, full, cherry red lips brushing against my ear. “And I bet when you’re turned inside out and fuckingruinedfor me, you’ll be the prettiest fucking mess I’ve ever tasted.”
My entire body is coiled tight, like a hair-trigger ready to explode. I’m desperate for him to stroke me, to fill me up, and I’m almost to the point of begging.
16
MATEO
He’s putty underneath me. Body eager for release. Just the way I want him.
Terrible Lieby Nine Inch Nails fills the air, accompanied by Travis’s breathless pants. Watching him writhe with my hands roaming his body is almost too much, but I don’t let it show. I’ve thought about having him like this since the very moment I laid eyes on him. He’s even more stunning than I imagined. His body is beautiful; a pale blank canvas with long limbs and smooth skin. God, he’d look so fucking good marked up by me. Something I plan to do in spades. Leave bruises, cut him open and watch him bleed, have him begging for mercy.
“You like this,cariño?” I purr, inching my hands closer to his red, throbbing cock. “Look at how you shake for me, baby.” Leaning down, my lips hover over his. “Like a pathetic, needy slut,” I spit out, flicking my tongue inside his mouth before sitting back.
Baring his teeth, he shakes his arms, testing the straps. “Fuck you,” he grits, I’m sure wanting to appear angry and volatile, but between his heaving chest and his pitch-black eyes, I see right through the act.
“You want me to touch your cock?” My fingers walk along his pubic line, his stomach dipping, ab muscles tensing. He glares at me, a sadistic laugh bubbling out of me at the sight. “Beg me, cariño. Beg me to wrap my oiled up, slick palm around your throbbing cock. Beg me to slide my fist up and down,up and down, while you lose your mind. Or better yet… beg me to fill up your tight little cunt while you cry out my name.”
His eyes turn into angry slits as he tugs on the restraints again. “Fuck you,” he repeats. “Take these fucking things off me, asshole. I’m not begging you for shit.”
A grin slides onto my face that I’m positive looks demonic as I lean forward, left arm resting beside his head, while my right cracks down sharply against his cheek before gripping his face in my palm.
His blue eyes go wide as he stares at me, stunned silent.
