Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (102 page)

“Kill me now,” I sing in a strangled voice. “I’m mortified.” Blushing like a bastard, I hide my face against Wil’s chest.

I go on the defensive. It’s time to play. Wil keeps begging for something, and I’m not going to give it to him. He just admitted that he wants to be frightened like Dexter frightens me. I know he freaks out during oral because it was forced on him. We’ll start there, then.

I shimmy down Wil’s body, rubbing my cunt down his body. Wil whimpers as I leave my moisture in a streak down his chest and abs. When I rub my pussy against his cock, he jerks forward in his binds, trying to impale me.

“Nuh-uh,” I taunt. “Look what you’ve done to yourself, now,” I say, pointing at the stress of fabric wound around his wrists. He pulled on the bowline knot and it self-tightened. Wil is now immobile from the chest up. He’ll have to be very careful moving the rest of his body or it will flow up to his arms and constrict the knots around his wrists. “Patience,” I warn.

Wil’s eyes are wild with fear and lust as I breathe along his cock. It jerks and bobs, trying to reach for my mouth. I giggle when Wil manages to tap my chin with his cockhead. His hearty
laugh fills me with hope. It’s not often we can be playful together when the game and our jobs makes everything a life or death situation.

My tongue darts out, dabbing at his glistening cock. I taste my juices on Wil’s flesh. Never tasting myself before, I decide it’s not too bad. I wouldn’t want to go down on a woman. But this came out of me, and I really want to suck this cock- so I do.

I could tease and lick and torture Wil, but I can’t wait. I slurp his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue ring along the tip, dipping the metal into the slit. Wil makes a strangled sound from deep within his chest, but doesn’t move an inch- now that is control.

I groan around his dick. After years of going without, I suck him with wild abandon. I roll my eyes up to meet his
, and find him in the throes of a freak out. His eyes are wide, the pupils expanding to cover his white/blue irises. I don’t untie him and I don’t stop. I make him suffer. If Wil had gone soft in my mouth, I may have stopped. But he is harder than ever. The sweet, salty, bitter taste of precum ignites on my taste buds. Wil is scared, but the fear is turning him on.

My mouth draws him to the brink- still frightened, but on the precipice of orgasm. His cock falls from my mouth to his belly with a wet splat. I nibble my way down his inner-thigh, running my tongue ring along his flesh. I part his thighs and devour his balls. His high-pitched squeal is pain-filled- the sound turns me on, has moisture flowing from my pussy, all the way down to the backs of my knees.

I’m rough with him, but not too rough. Rough enough that it causes pain. My mouth is filled with both of his testicles and his sack. I bite down and pull. I ignore Wil’s shouts of pain and concentrate on what his body is telling me. Precum is flowing from his cockhead slit like a river, pooling in and overflowing his belly button. His eyes are wide with shock- he didn’t anticipate his reaction to the pain, or my reaction to his pain.

A normal person wouldn’t be a hairsbreadth from coming just because they are in pain. A normal person wouldn’t be a hairsbreadth from coming just because they are causing pain in the man they love. But we both are in the moment, hating and loving every second of it- proving just how compatible we truly are. I’ve learned more things about myself in the past five minutes than I ever have- Wil, too.

Testing Wil’s claim on anal play, and my tolerance for delivering it, my tongue dabs out to touch that puckered bud that is begging for attention. I swirl my tongue ring around the rim, rolling my eyes up to watch Wil fight to get free of his binds. I don’t think he wants to pull away. I think he wants his hands free to push my face in there.

A sinister laugh bubbles up my throat. “
Pulling your ropes is just as bad as begging,” I taunt. “But you’re punishing yourself,” I say, eyeing the painful way the silk cuts into his wrists. “Or maybe you think it’s a reward,” I purr.

As a diversion, I suck his cock, bobbing my head up and down, and cupping his balls in my palm.
I wait until he’s hovering over the precipice of release before I push him over the edge.

“Pixy, you better stop,” Wil hisses between his
clenched teeth in a strangled voice that sounds more like a moan. “I’m gonna cum down your throat any second.”

Laughing around his cock seems to heighten the sensation, because Wil goes insane. Precum gets thicker, coating the back of my tongue. I quickly pull off of him a
nd bury my tongue in his ass. Wil’s choked scream is deafening. I rim Wil’s ass as he climaxes- that is all the proof I need to tell me that the guy loves anal anything.

Wil gasps, labored breath and a rapidly rising
and falling chest. His cockhead pours a flood onto his belly and chest- more cum than I’ve ever seen from him. Not that I compare, but I thought Ez and Cort had cum a lot after seeing the drops Wil usually gives. I’d always wondered if that was why Ez impregnated me so easily, but Wil hasn’t in over a decade- we’ve never used any precautions. Seeing Grant during his tantrum, I thought I’d never seen so much semen in my life. But Wil gives me that much and more as I lick his ass and gently stroke his balls as he calms from his orgasm.

“What the fuck,” Wil sounds drugged- his words flowing slowly. A full-bodied shiver wracks his body as he stares at the mess he made on his chest.

I lick him from asshole to sternum, laughing the entire time. “I wouldn’t want your OCD to join the party,” I tease, lapping his chest clean, thinking he tastes a heluva lot better than I do.

“It’s your turn,” I say as I crawl up his body to kneel over his face. “I’m really sloppy, so you better do a thorough job of cleaning me up.”

The deep groan from Wil’s throat makes my muscles turn to jelly. I hold the headboard for support as I straddle Wil’s face. I evilly laugh as Wil struggles to reach me with the tip of his tongue. Every time he makes contact, I pull farther away, making him work for it. He keeps growling and grunting out of sheer frustration.

Teasing myself to the brink of madness, I lower myself to his mouth. “Wil,” I sigh his name when his tongue touches my clit.

“Faith,” Wil softly says from beneath me. I jerk in surprise. He never calls me by my birth name unless he’s annoyed with me. I’m always Pixy when we’re in private or Cynthia when we’re at work. He refuses to call me Syn. “Call me Levi, just this once. If I don’t freak out, I’d like you to call me that when we’re in bed. I want to know what my name sounds like being moaned out your mouth.”

I whisper, “Okay,” knowing this is testing his limits.

Unable to hold myself in this position, even with the support of the headboard, I turn around and lie down the length of Wil’s body. I’ve never done a sixty-nine with Wil before. Back in the day, it was Cort’s favorite position. I always hated being on top for some reason. I loved the feel of a man on top of me, teasing me with his cock. It was something Ez did for me, but no one could get Cort to bend.

I don’t mind it with Wil. I would enjoy it better from the bottom, but Wil being tied down gives it an added thrill. Wil is flaccid, allowing me to fit all of him into my mouth. The spongy texture is interesting to suck and nibble. His body isn’t ready yet, but by the way he is devouring my flesh, I’d say he loves the sensation as much as I do.

Every time Wil drives me close to the edge I pull back from his mouth. The frustrated sounds he makes has me laughing- laughter that seems to stir him to life in my mouth. By the time he’s furiously sucking my clit and tugging on my ring with his tongue, he’s as hard as ever. Not wanting to cum on his face, I pull away, enjoying his protests.

“I want to cum with you,” I softly say, lowering myself onto his cock. I watch the panic spread across his face as my pussy slides over his
shaft. The panic scares him but turns him on even more- he’s so hard that I can feel his heartbeat inside of me. I’m not sure if he’d run from me if he were free from his binds, but it’s a test I’m not willing to take. I want him with me, inside me.

Slowly I ride his cock. Rolling my hips against his, I lean backwards and place my palms on his thighs. I look down my body and watch him impale me. I lift my eyes to Wil’s face. He’s no longer freaking out- his expression is soft, dreamy. I smile at him and I can feel his eyes follow the path of mine- together we watch our bodies join.

I go unhurriedly for a few minutes- the sensation slowly builds in my body. I fight the hunger to go faster- to rapidly ride Wil. He’s fighting it, too. We silently compete, our bodies dueling to see who can hold out the longest. The need to fuck him is killing me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, struggling with my mind and body.

“Pixy,” Wil shouts,
when he finally loses the battle of the wills. His hips rapidly pound me from beneath, causing my hands to slip off his thighs.

I won. I’m not waiting any longer. I slide forward, mouth connecting with Wil’s. I rest my lips against his as I furiously buck my hips against him. The sounds we make echo around our bedroom and flow back sounding like animals in the rut. 

Grinding my pelvis into his, my clit into his flesh, his cock into my pussy, I don’t fall over the edge, I’m propelled. “Levi,” I shout my release.

Body acting as if possessed, I jerk and flail on top of Wil. My skin tightens and muscles clench. Sweat beads along my flesh. Pleasure radiates up my spine and along my nerve pathways. So far gone into the misery of pleasure, I don’t notice Wil coming with me until he pours hot inside of me, with my name echoing in my ears.

I quickly untie Wil from the headboard. His wrists are rubbed raw and red, but the skin didn’t break. I kiss the marks, my tongue running around the edges. Wil writhes beneath me, groaning with the sweet bite of pain mixed with the sharp edge of pleasure.

This is Wil’s chance to run to the bathroom and clean me off of him, and then he usually comes back with fresh sheets. There has never been a time after sex that we just hold one another until
we fall asleep. But Wil surprises me. Too exhausted to deal with his OCD, he holds me to his chest, peppering me with kisses.

“Call me Levi from now on,” Wil says in a lazy tone. “I need to hear it, to get desensitized to it. At work being called Wilson is fine. But it’s getting harder in the rest of our lives. I used
to throw up when I heard it, now I just get nauseous. Pierre had a way of saying Leviticus that will forever make me vomit. Jon would twist my name as a way of controlling me.”

“I don’t know if I can call you that then. I don’t want to torture you,” I admit.

“If anyone has the balls to torture me, it’s you, Pixy,” Wil says in an amused and drowsy voice. “I need you to do it for me. If not, I’ll ask Zane to do it. He won’t care what it does to me. He’ll say I asked for it.”

“Does it bother you that Zane acts like Ez?” I softly murmur.

Wil’s bark of a laugh makes me jump. His body shakes beneath me from his intoxicating laughter. “What?” I ask. My voice is filled with confusion.

“Yeah, Zane acts like Ez, alright?” He snickers. “Your son acts just like you. It’s why I love him so much. He may look like Ez, but the majority of his personality came from you.”

“Bullshit,” I hiss, leaning my elbow on Wil’s chest so I can look him in the eye. “Do you really believe that?”

“Not starting a fight when all I want to do is sleep, Pixy,” Wil exhaustedly says, a yawn spilling from his lips.

A knock on our bedroom door has us both glaring at it. “It’s just me,” Stanton calls out to us. “I threw away your tattered clothes before the boys saw them. I’m going out for a bit-”

“Again?” I call out.

Ignoring me, Stanton says, “Will you be too preoccupied to make sure they don’t burn the building down, or do I send them with Amelia?”

“Just tell them to go to Zane’s room and watch television until they fall asleep. W
e’re about to go to sleep,” Wil shouts out to Stanton.

“Will do. Night!” Stanton says in parting.

“He’s going out again?” My brow scrunches in confusion. “He went out last night, too.”

“Stanton won’t tell you this, and neither will she. It’s because it’s new, and they are just talking. They don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Stanton’s ready to date, but not the other shit yet,” Wil rambles,
indicating that he doesn’t want to tell me who she is.

“Oh my God, please!” I excitedly shout. “Please!”

“Trust me, it’s not who you think it is. Not in a million years would I have seen this coming,” Wil says, smirking like a sonofabitch.

“On the count of three,” I say. “three… two… one… Fate,” I say as Wil says, “Your sister.”

“HA!” I jump up on the bed and share a smile with Wil. “I told you! I called that shit forever ago!”

“You’re not at all humble are you?” Wil teases me, softly chuckling.

“Nope,” I say popping the p. “I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.”