One minute passed. Then two minutes as he laid there underneath me, bathing in a vat of power and control.
I bit my lip, watching him as he snaked one of his hands down his body, caressing his torso.
“You can’t touch me yet,” he said, locking onto my eyes.
I gritted my teeth as I silently agreed, the handcuffs in my hand.
“So you have to watch…” he tantalized, moving his hand down to wrap it around his cock.
My eyes grew wide and I wanted to groan with frustration.
He started stroking himself slowly, moving his hand up and down his shaft. Then he reached over to the bottle of lube, squirted some into his hand, and began pumping his shaft slowly.
“Oh…” He moaned.
I was going wild with desire watching him, but unable to do anything.
He looked up at me and his features turned to a mischievous smirk.
Again and again, I had to watch him stroke himself as he left me hanging. The desire panting in my gut was torturing me, flooding my mind and my body with want.
“You can’t do anything to me yet,” he repeated delicately, reaching out to drag one of his long fingers down my torso.
I groaned, waiting and waiting for him to say it.
I wondered if he ever would, or if he’d just be content to keep jerking himself off underneath me forever.
Then after what felt like an eternity, his eyes met mine. They narrowed slightly and he whispered, “green.”
I lunged forward and pinned him to the bed, my eyes mad with desire. My face was an inch from his as I looked into his eyes.
They were wild with excitement.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that, boy,” I said, my voice dripping with the threat. “For making me wait,”
He averted his eyes, going back into sub-mode. “Yes, sir.”
First, I reached on the bed beside me and found the handcuffs. They were coated in leather so they wouldn’t dig into his skin — he could pull on them any which way and all he’d feel would be a tightness.
I turned his body to the side, then secured the handcuffs around his hands. I tightened them so that he couldn’t wiggle free, but not too tight as to cut off circulation. Then I rolled him back over so that he was looking up and facing me.
His hands were underneath him, pressed into the bed.
I loved the sight of him like this — helpless beneath me, his torso bare. Since his arms were pinned behind him, he looked even more thin and slight and delicate than normal.
I let a primal groan escape as I felt desire pang in my gut again. I was about ready to explode from want.
Next, I plucked the cock ring from next to me and dangled it in front of him. “Do you know what this is, boy?” I asked as his eyes traced the shape.
“Y-yes sir,” he said with a little tremble to his voice.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with it?” I asked sternly.
“Yes, sir,” he said, his mouth forming into an “o”
I smirked. He must have thought I was going to put it on myself, because when I slid it onto his cock, his eyes went wide with surprise.
“You like that, boy?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” he said, looking off to the side.
I watched as the tight cock ring fit snugly around the base of his cock and balls, making everything stand up straight. With every one of his heartbeats, his cock twitched a little.
It was impossible to resist. I readjusted myself on the bed, dipped my head down, and gave the tip of his cock a little lick.
He moaned and arched his back, unable to use his hands to move around on the bed.
I flickered my eyes up to watch his face as I moved my tongue in tight circles around his head.
He was looking down at me with an innocent expression of disbelief, his chest rapidly moving up and down.
“Oh, yeah daddy,” he moaned, “don’t stop…”
There was a feeling of satisfaction in my body that made itself known when he called me “Daddy.” I liked that.
Flicking my tongue to torment his tip with a delicious slowness, his bound body writhed underneath me in response.
“Oh— oh yeah…” he moaned as his body bucked.
His cock and balls were all held together with the cock ring; I was sure the pressure was driving him wild.
I could tell he was getting close to the edge by the way he was tensing up. But I wouldn’t let him come. Not yet.
Pulling away from his cock, I sat up straight with a primal groan.
“Wh-why’d you stop?” he asked with this adorable helplessness.
My cock got unbelievably harder when I looked into that innocent expression in his eyes. “Because, I’m not done with you yet, boy. You tormented me, now I get to torment you,” I said, picking up the riding crop.
I dragged the leather tip down his exposed sides, knowing that he was wondering and anticipating where I’d smack him. So I delayed landing blows, leisurely taking my time.
Each time I moved the toy down his body, it tread on his ribs like a xylophone.
His chest was heaving in anticipation.
Then I swirled the riding crop up next to his belly button, and let it travel up to his nipple. Touching it delicately at first, I brought the tip down with a gentle smack.
“Mmm!” Luke cried, writhing with pleasure.
I loved watching him like this underneath me, completely under my control.
Then I brought the riding crop down again and again on different parts of his torso.
“Oh…” he moaned and cried, “Oh it hurts!”
“Good…” I said, my voice darkened with lust. “This is what you get… for making me wait…” I landed four more blows as he bucked underneath me. “You knew this was coming, boy.”
“I’m sorry, sir!” he cried, his back arching.
It was so, so hot watching him underneath me like this, writhing. All it took was one look down at his cock, and I knew that
