Page 29 of Over the Line

“You’ll feel a little dampness,” he said.

He ran a cool washcloth over her back, across her shoulders. He lifted her hair to wipe her nape. Next, he lightly daubed her heated butt cheeks. She’d never been much for aftercare, preferring her own company and a shower, but this was luxurious.

“Shouldn’t have any marks tomorrow from my belt.”

“Then maybe you should have used it a little harder.” She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were narrowed, and she wondered for a second if she’d gone too far.

“You do like to wander into dangerous territory.”

“You knew that from the beginning, Sir.”

“Yeah. I did.”

After he helped her to turn over, he bathed her front, even beneath her breasts, though he didn’t remove the clamps. “So are you going to fuck me? Or is this good night?” she asked, repeating his earlier question.

He wadded the washcloth, then tossed it in the direction of his discarded shirt. He’d already removed his belt, and now she watched, transfixed, as he removed his boots and socks, then unfastened the metal button at his waist before lowering the zipper on his jeans.

He was already fully erect, and she arched her eyebrows when she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Commando, Sir?” He didn’t seem the type. She’d expected tighty-whities or, at the least, boxers. Perhaps unfairly, but she’d judged him to be a bit staid, too polite.

She had another surprise when he was naked.

His balls were shaved, and he only had a small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair. “You, Sir, are totally hot.” Her rear and the backs of her thighs still felt seared.

She was beginning to notice the ache in her nipples again. The clamps hadn’t bothered her while he was playing with her, but now she was beginning to experience real discomfort. If he didn’t give her some attention soon, she’d crawl out of her skin.

He stroked his dick a couple of times.

“You were serious that you want to torment me.”

“Both of us,” he said.

He opened a drawer and removed a condom. He ripped it open and placed it on his cockhead. “Your turn,” he said.

“Sir?”

“Roll it down me.”

“Are you serious, Sir?”

“Use your mouth.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Happy to be your first.”

No doubt she’d underestimated him.

He knelt on the bed and cradled her cheeks between his strong palms, offering support, but also giving her no chance to pull away.

She opened her mouth and tentatively closed it around him. Since she was somewhat perplexed about how to actually accomplish his task, her motions were awkward. Still, this was enticingly erotic, and the idea of pleasing him made her giddy. He massaged her scalp as she worked, and he offered no criticism.

“You’re doing well,” he said, as she used her tongue to work the latex past his cockhead.

For a moment, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the spot under his shaft where she knew he would be the most sensitive.

He tightened his grip on her head. Encouraged, she drew her mouth up a bit then went down again, unrolling the condom a little farther.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he said around a gasp.