Page 72 of Breaking Vincent
David pulls the rope and weaves it through the chain of the handcuffs. “Do you think you can deal with your legs being bent at a forty-five-degree angle? Or would you feel more comfortable with your feet up in the air?”
Visualising in my head about what he means. “Do the first one and if I start to cramp, I’ll tell you.”
“Very well.”
The rope is pulled tighter and a second later, I can touch the heel of my foot with my fingertips. I can’t help but laugh when I realise I look like a pig being hog-tied. “Are you going to brand me?”
David laughs with me, “Don’t tempt me, Tesoro.”
For a person with such long limbs, even I’m impressed that I can bend this type of way.
Fingers massage my scalp and my body instantly relaxes, my limbs are pulled tight, but not in a way that’s too uncomfortable. “Do you mind if I tie your hair up?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” A second later, David is scooping up my long hair and fastening the stands into a ponytail.
“For what I have planned, I need to make sure I can get as much lube as possible inside of you.” David walks around the table, so he’s standing in front of me. “This is an applicator syringe, I’m going to fill it up with lube and insert it inside of you. It won’t hurt, it’ll just be cold for a second. Does that sound ok?”
“Are you going to fist me?” I’m not opposed to the idea, but some warning would be nice.
David laughs, “No, well not today, anyway.”
“Ok. Then yes, that’s fine.”
David walks out of my line of vision and a few moments later, I feel him insert the syringe. I shiver when the lube hits my insides, but after a second it heats up.
When he pulls the syringe out, his wet fingers sink inside. He brushes over my prostate and my body jerks at the touch. “Fuck, David. Again, please?”
For once, David does what I ask and he continues to stroke over my gland until I’m babbling and shaking. “You have my permission to cum, you don’t need to ask if you’re allowed for this scene.”
I hump back against his fingers and thrust my hips against the mattress, pleasure sparks down my spine as my balls pull up tight to my body, a moment later I’m flooding over the plastic sheet.
David doesn’t allow me to come down from the high, as he continues to rub my spot. Everything is getting oversensitive and I squeal as David laughs.
When he pulls out, my body goes limp. My legs are burning and my shoulders ache from being pulled so tight, but not enough to call it quits.
David stands next to my head, when he says, “Open your eyes.”
When I do, I gasp at what he’s holding in his hand. “Ever tried one of these?”
I shake my head, eyes glued to the shiny metal hook. Obviously, I’ve seen them in porn videos, but they were usually scarier looking than the one he’s holding.
The one he’s holding in his hand looks to be made of silver stainless steel and has a small ball on the end of it. The ball only seems to be inch wide, so not much difference from a normal sized butt-plug.
I’m not worried about it hurting, but I am interested to discover what it feels like and what bodily sensations it can bring.
David holds up a cotton rope and says, “I’m going to wrap this around your ponytail and then attach it to the hook. Effectively leaving you stuck in the same position for however long I want. How does that sound?”
Fuck it, I’m already hog-tied, so we may as well go all out.
“Will you take some photos when everything is in place?” I ask as I stare at the items in his hands.
“I would be honoured to, Tesoro.”
“Then hook me up, mi marido.”
David leans down and presses his lips to mine, his tongue softly stroking against my own. When he pulls back, he looks me in the eyes and says, “I’m proud of you for trying something new. Thank you for sharing this experience with me, Vincent.”
Emotions fill my head and stomach, weirdly leaving me feeling vulnerable. Since being with David, I’ve allowed myself to accept the love and care that I used to think I didn’t deserve.