“And?”
He groans, and his fingers tense in my hair again. “And I want to be inside you when I do.”
I grin. “I’m not stopping you from doing that. You see, here at Club Deep we have a policy that a first time blow job can’t end before someone comes.” I don’t give him the chance to respond. Instead I dive back down onto his cock, taking absolutely everything I can, and sucking him hard. It doesn’t take long. He’s shaking before I even pull my mouth back, and I tease him with my tongue until he explodes. He cries out, hips forcing his cock deeper between my lips, and I swallow as he comes. He tastes like salt and man, and something I imagine is my own deep satisfaction. The look he gives me is priceless—slack-jawed awe and pure desire. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to look just as cheeky as I feel.
“My turn,” he says, lifting me up from my knees and straight into the air. He lays me on the table, and before I can even ask him what the plan is, there’s a strap across my stomach and arms. It tightens, holding me in place, but not so tight that it hurts. Another strap goes above my breasts and across my hips. Straps for each thigh, calf, and ankle. When he’s finished the only thing I can move is my head, and barely. My heart rate spikes knowing there’s absolutely no way to get out of this. I can’t catch my breath. I pull against the restraints but they won’t budge. I feel panic rising, and then Hudson is over me.
“Christine, breathe.”
I do. The command seemingly forcing air into my lungs. I’m fine. I’m fine. Maybe.
His eyes run up and down me, like he’s looking for something. “Club Deep has a safe word. Do you know what that is?”
I take another breath, and the panic recedes with my breath. “I say it and things stop.”
“That’s right,” he says. “It’s ‘Red.’ Say it for me.”
“Red.”
He nods.. “All of these rooms are wired with microphones and monitored by security. If you say it, everything stops. It will get picked up by security and there will be a monitor and security will be in this room in ten seconds. But,” he smiles. “I hope that you feel safe enough with me that you won’t want to use it.”
I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever been tied up like this before. It’s not a familiar sensation, and I’m not surprised that my first instinct was to panic.
“Does anything hurt?”
Doing a mental check of my body, I don’t find anything. If it weren’t unnerving not being able to move, it would almost feel cozy. “No.”
He smiles and strokes the side of my face. “Good. What’s the safe word again?”
“Red.”
He nods, and tugs on the strap above my breasts. “This is much tighter bondage than you’d have on the St. Andrew’s cross. But like you said, the challenge there is being displayed in front of a lot of strangers. So this is a different kind of challenge. I think I prefer this.”
“Why?” I’m still a little breathless, but now it’s more because he’s walking around the table, his eyes on my body.
“Because,” he grins, “I can do whatever I like.” He reaches out and takes my breasts in his hands, massaging them until the hard peaks are swollen. “I can touch you,” he says, letting his hand smooth across my skin as he walks up next to my head. I look over and I find that his cock is fully hard again. I smirk because I knew that him coming wouldn’t be a problem. “I could feed you my cock again,” he says. I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. I wouldn’t be able to stop him unless I said the safe word, and I wouldn’t want to. It’s…hot.
His hands never leave my skin as he circles the table, touching me as he pleases. Not to pleasure me, but like he said, to do whatever he likes. It’s the weirdest sensation, like falling asleep while being wide awake. His hands are soothing, and I relax into the restraints. It suddenly feels like I’ve never been more comfortable. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers on my body, toying and caressing and tracing.
“The thing I like most about this table,” he says, stopping at my feet. “Is that it moves.” Grabbing the wood by my feet, he pulls my legs apart. He strapped my legs in individually, and they part just like he wants them to. I still can’t move, now bound with my pussy wide open to him. Heat sears through me, and I know he sees how wet I am. “I think you like this,” he says.