He extends his palm and I welcome his touch without a second of delay, our fingers locking tight. The contact of our skin sends butterflies swarming in my head, distracting me from the needle on my spine. My chest flutters with glee.
He’s so kind to me. Drew Evans isn’t the evil bastard everyone else makes him out to be. That’s a narrative that he sort of perpetuates. Sure, he’s rough around the edges, but that’s to keep his brand on point. And to keep his fans at bay.
I cling to his fingers harder as Razor continues his artwork. My brain fading in and out of my daydreams. Drew using me. Drew fucking me. Drew spanking my ass until the skin blemishes red. Controlling all my limbs.
Reliving last night. Unexpectedly, I discovered that I loved being restrained, the thrill of not knowing what could happen… it’s addictive. To offer up control of my flesh and let them decide what to do with it all.
Relinquishing your autonomy to let God decide your fate.
And right now, Drew is my God. My deity that could choke me out and I wouldn’t twitch a muscle, I’d just pray for more. Pray enough to slightly deprive my brain of oxygen to see if this is all real life, or some fucked up beautiful dream.
Or a mesmerizing reverie that I don’t want to snap out of.
Webarelymakeitin through the doorway of Drew’s apartment before he slaps me on the ass. The crack echoing off his marble floors.
“Good boy today. You are mine Lover Boy. Only mine. And now you bear my mark for anyone that sees your back,” he growls, pupils dilated with an unmatched hunger.
“Yes King, I surrender to you.” I whimper, aching for more, infinitely more. For every spurt of venom that he can spit down my throat or up my ass.
I crave his worship. Every part of him is a drug that I wish I could shoot up.
“Stay here.” He rumbles, glancing towards the den.
“Yes sir.”
He disappears into the bedroom for a second, before reappearing with a bundle of ropes, a gag and a blindfold. The sight makes me giddy with fear and lust.
“Out here? In the living room? Your neighbors could see us through the windows…”
“Perfect for me. You’ll love it,” Drew snickers, his hands fumbling with the ropes. “Now stand over here.”
His eyes point toward steel clamps hanging from the beams and I obey his command, standing in place under the clamps as he fleshes the ropes through, wrapping around both of my fists. He pulls the rope taut, leaving no chance of escaping and then pulling the rope tight to extend my arms in the air.
My pulse skitters as he covers my orbits with the plush blindfold.
“Safe word ismouse. Okay?”
I nod my head rapidly, my cock growing profusely, eager for the unknown. Eager to be owned.
Then he gags my mouth and I bite down, hands quivering in anticipation.
He drops my pants with force, slapping my bare skin like I’m a misbehaved deviant needing his punishment.
Jesus Christ, do I need it.
And fuck, each strike stings and radiates pleasure through me. A joy to receive his penance. It’s like Christmas morning, experiencing the gift of behaving for your God. A benediction at last.
He takes turns alternating between cheeks, left then right. I can feel the blood rushing to both from the heavenly spanks. My ass burns almost as much as the signature carved into my back.
Then he stops, leaving me to wonder what is next. My body aching from the void of his attention, unable to see what is coming.
Will he shove his cock inside? Find a whip to chastise me further?
Then I feel it, his sacred tongue to wash away all of my worries, to temporarily alleviate all of my burdens. To offer me his salvation.
Today, his tongue is rough and ravenous, on a mission to deliver rapture. And Christ is he succeeding. I gape my hole for him, offering every bit of my pink flesh to be used to his desire.
“So obedient and willing today,” Drew purrs in between his jabs.
