Hell, he’d managed to keep it together for their long sessions all this time.
But she shook her head slowly and then she was moving closer. She stopped in front of him, lifted an eyebrow, and then lowered herself to her knees. “I think I need an insurance plan.”
“Oh, fuck.” He hadn’t planned for the words to come out, but the shock of seeing Maggie kneeling in front of him, preparing to put her mouth on him sent fireworks going off in his head. So much of him wanted what she was offering. The thought of feeling her soft, lush mouth around him. God. But the last time he’d let a woman do this, he’d had a flashback to a night with Lori in the middle, and had lost his erection. It’d fucked with his head and ruined the night.
“Mistress, I—I promise I can last. And I want to please you. I don’t need you to—”
She rose from her knees with swift grace and grabbed his chin. “What will please me is tasting my sub and not having him complain about it. Get on the bed.”
When he didn’t back up immediately, she gave him a shove and the bed hit the backs of his knees. He sank down onto the mattress.
She pointed to the headboard. “Lie down.”
His heart was beating wildly now, but he listened anyway. Maggie strode over to her bedside table and pulled out a few things. Before he could form an additional protest, she’d locked his hands to the headboard with cuffs and had wrapped a blindfold around his eyes. His throat felt like it was closing, but his erection had gone solid as steel.
She gave his thigh a vicious pinch. “Knees up and legs spread, sub. Make room for me.”
“Mistress …”
“Shut up, Theodore. Unless it’s your safe word, you don’t get to speak. Remember, you’re the one who is making this harder on yourself.”
His mouth clamped shut. He could call his safe word, but his libido was overruling all veto options right now. This may turn into a disaster but there was no turning back now.
The first touch of Maggie’s lips on the head of his cock nearly made him leap off the bed. But she held him down with firm hands and took him deeper—the hot, wet glide of her tongue enveloping his flesh and every bit of sense he had left. Holy mother of God.
His hands curled in the cuffs and he let his head fall back onto the mattress. Maggie, Mistress M, was giving him head. He could barely process it. Maybe he’d fallen asleep in his car and was dreaming. Behind the blindfold, he let himself imagine how she must look. That sweet pink sweater and that wild hair, those full lips slippery and hot on his skin, that unyielding confidence in her eyes.
So much of him wanted to just let go in that moment, give himself over to the sensation of it all, to Maggie. But he’d trained himself for so long to hold back that he was worried he wouldn’t be able to give up that control. His body wasn’t going to cooperate.
He was almost at the point of telling Maggie that when he felt cool liquid against his anus. He flinched then froze. “Mistress.”
She released him with a pop, and he instantly missed the heat of her mouth around him. “I need you to relax, Theo. Your body is mine tonight. You have to trust me to make it feel good.”
“I—”
Her slick finger pressed against his hole and rubbed. The intense sensation of it sent him groaning. Medically, he was aware there were nerves back there, but goddamn, he hadn’t expected that level of sensitivity. His head tilted back again.
“There you go, gorgeous,” she said, her breath hot against the head of his cock. “I don’t let boys inside me who won’t let me inside them.”
He sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax for her, taking a leap of faith, and was rewarded when she worked her finger past the tight ring of muscle and slipped inside right as her mouth closed over him again.
His back arched and he let out a string of curses. Every nerve in his body seemed to awaken at once, all heading straight to his cock. “God, Maggie.”
She made a satisfied hum, which vibrated over his skin, and then took him deeper, enveloping him fully and gently pumping her finger inside him. Stars blinked in and out in the darkness behind his eyelids. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so damn alive.
He sunk into the feel of it all, forgetting to think about all the stuff that usually plagued him, forgetting to worry, and forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to enjoy himself.
And when she curved her finger, finding his prostate, every worry about not being able to let go was obliterated in one sweet press. Orgasm slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave, dragging him under and sending him flying all at the same time. He cried out, calling Maggie’s name and pumping his hips, losing himself as his release went on and on.
Maggie didn’t back off, swallowing him down and continuing the roller-coaster ride for as long as possible. When he couldn’t take any more, his little sadist gave one more nearly painful suck and then pulled back, leaving him panting and blown to bits on the bed.
“Maggie, mistress …” He didn’t know what he wanted to say but he wanted to say something. His ability for English was impaired at the moment, though.
“Shh,” she said. He could feel her climb off the bed and then the rustle of fabric.
His belly flipped. Was she getting undressed? Fuck this fucking blindfold. “Mistress, please let me see you.”
“Would you rather use of your hands or eyes? You’ve only earned one privilege back.”