Page 12 of Gemini

“You like that?” I asked, going to his rhythm, letting the thrusts happen.

“Pin me down,” he whispered.

“You like being restrained.” I took each of his wrists in a hand and pinned them high above his head. I worked my head from each of his pits, kissing and sniffing at his skin. His skin was soft and his smell was sweet musk. “I have cuffs, or rope.”

He gulped, his throat sounds so loud in my ear. “Cuffs,” he said.

Good choice. I didn’t have it in me to get the ropes out, remember proper binding and knotting techniques. “Safe word?”

He giggled. “I’ve—”

“Never had one,” I finished for him. “Ok. We can use a traffic light system. Red is stop, green is go, maybe harder, maybe faster,” I whispered in his ear, feeling the goosebumps on his skin raise against mine. “And amber is caution.”

“I like that,” he said through a heavy breath.

In our position, laid on top of each other, I continued to pulse my hips against his, letting our cocks rub against each other. I didn’t want to stop the motion on top of him to get the cuffs from a box under my bed, but I could hear his breathing grow labored like he would soon succumb to an orgasm.

“Enough of that,” I whispered in his ear before giving his cheek a kiss.

The front of Spence’s grey jock was covered in small dots of precum. If I hadn’t been mistaken, I might’ve thought he’d already came. I placed a hand on his cock and went down, cupping at his balls.

“You mind scooting up the bed, I’m gonna need to attach these cuffs to something,” I told him.

In the box under my bed, there were plenty of toys. None of them had been getting any use as of late, but that was because I got my fills abroad. I’d rarely been getting my fill on my home turf. I had two sets of cuffs; four in total, one pair fluffy and one pair metal. They were perfect for cuffing both wrists and both ankles.

“Fluffy or no?”

He licked his lips and nodded.

“That’s not an answer,” I said. “Which one?” I brushed the fluffy ones against the side of his cheeks. “These ones?”

“Yeah. Please.”

“Ok. I like these ones.”

I placed his hand a little further up, attaching it to the metal post of the frame with one of the fluffy cuffs. One to the post, one to his wrist. “There’s a little button here, I press it and these come loose,” I told him. “You might be able to move your wrist and do it yourself, but if that ruins the illusion of being submissive, then pretend it’s not that easy to get out.”

Spence nodded obediently.

Once his second wrist was tied to the post, he tried to wriggle around under them. “They really don’t move,” he said. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Whatever I want.” I stroked a finger down his arm all the way to his pit. He wiggled a little more, giggling. “What do you want me to do with you?” I asked. It didn’t matter what he wanted, because he’d given me control, and I was ready to take it.

I treated Spence’s body to a series of kisses, from his neck, all the way down to his waistline where I made his cock known to my mouth. I slipped it out of the pouch of his jock and licked the tip, taking in a taste of his sweetness in my mouth. He made so much excited noise under my touch, and with it, giving me a taste of his sticky goodness.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yeah, how do you know where to touch with your tongue?”

“Practice.” I went back in for a second lick, my tongue at the underside of the tip, coaxing out more precum. “But you definitely know how to work a dick with your tongue.”

Licking his lips, he nodded. “I wanna.”

In front of him, I pushed my briefs down, my dick following them right until it reached the tip, and as it went over them, my dick bounced up. Spence’s eyes followed with fascination. His chest going wild as his back arched, he bared down on the plug in his ass.

I climbed on top of him once more, this time over his chest, pressing the tip of my cock to his lips. His tongue out, I teased him with it. Flicking his tongue out, he tried lashing at it and every single time, I pulled it away.

“You can do better than that.”