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„God, look at you, strong guy…“ you almost whisper at the sight of Colt spread out in front of you.
He’s tied to the bed, his arms secured above his head by a rope, his legs tied to the corners of your bed. And the best thingabout this? It was his idea.
You slowly walk around the naked man, admiring his toned body and how his chest is heaving at the thought of being at your mercy. It isn’t something you had ever done before but he requested it after the last time you had sex. Colt didn’t always like being the strong, big man he was. All those years being a stunt guy made him softer somehow. His back hurt a lot these days but it’s no wonder, you think to yourself as he looks up at you, his baby blue eyes meeting yours in a longing gaze.
„Stop looking at me like that“ you command him, not admitting that his gaze made you weak in the knees and that was not where this was supposed to go.
He pouts a little and starts eyeing your body.
Smiling, you pull out a black silk blindfold you bought just for this very moment. When he told you his fantasy of being tied down, you knew your next shopping trip was going to be fun.
You carefully blindfold him, getting a disappointed sigh from the man. Painfully slow, your hands start exploring his tied body, starting at his legs. Sliding your hands up his thighs, you feel his skin quiver from the sensation and your eyes are glued to his dick twitching at your touch.
“God Colt, you’re so touch-deprived, huh?”
Your words make him blush, wanting to hide somewhere but the restraints make that impossible so he just lies there struggling against the rope and letting out a frustrated grunt. He can feel his erection growing not just at the touch, but at the way your words make his heart race. You laugh.
“There’s no use in trying, baby. You’re staying right here”, you coo in a possessive tone you never knew you had in you. Colt lets out a shivering, whining sound as you climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. Slow hands start exploring his exposed hips and sides, carefully gliding up his warm body. Fuck, he feels so good, you catch yourself thinking about how perfect he is. You didn’t think you’d enjoy taking control this much but well…
As you start placing kisses on his lower abs, his stomach shivers at the sensation. Your hands work their way up steadily and your eager lips follow until you arrive at his hot neck. Laying your head on his bare chest, you can hear his heart pounding and you decide to tease him about it a bit: “Oh boy, look who’s all excited! Or are you scared, big boy?”
“I’m-..I’m not scared…” he manages to press out as he tries desperately to suppress a moan.
“My pretty boy...”, you start caressing his cheek as you whisper into his ear, “your body is so hot already… do you want me to keep going or do you need a cool-down?” you mock him, knowing damn well he’d cry if you left him like this.
“No cool-down, please!” Colt answers way too fast, unable to see the massive grin that forms on your face. “Please…” he whimpers softly, “keep going…”
His wish is your command and the desperation in his voice makes your body heat up in no time as you feel yourself get just as heated as him. This is way harder than you initially thought. His helpless and needy frame beneath you – the sole fact that he is beneath you makes your imagination run wild. There he was, your big stunt guy, suddenly all weak against some restraints.
“Tell me what you want me to do, honey” you whisper into his ear, giving him instant goosebumps as his breath hitches.
He struggles to say anything, he is so shy about it all. He had always put his pleasure aside, only wanting to be there for you and making you feel wanted and satisfied. And now that it was his turn to ask for what he wanted, his face reddens in embarrassment.
“I…I can’t”
“I know you can, baby.”
The big man shakes his head frantically, his embarrassment too big already.
“You want me to praise you?” you almost moan into his ear now and Colt gets even harder as you press your body weight against him. You know he wants you to, so you try to push him in the right direction. His cock twitches eagerly against your thigh and you laugh. “I think that’s a yes?” you ask teasingly.
“..Y-yes”, he finally sighs, clearly humiliated, in a lowered voice.
“Good job, baby”, your lips place little kisses all over his neck.
He is gorgeous like this, his mouth slightly open, letting out pathetic little moans as you tease him some more, “such a good boy…”
Your left hand lovingly caresses his warm cheek and he turns his head to kiss your hand eagerly, only leaving your thumb to run over his face. Tentatively, you roll your hips against his thigh, grinning at the way his body reacts, his hips bucking eagerly. “Please…” Colt moans, “call me.. can you call me a good boy some more?”
His voice is so timid, you could easily miss his request.
“Of course, my good boy..” you feel yourself getting insanely worked up at the thought of Colt all whiny, wanting to be praised like this. He had always been the charming, confident type. You’d never thought of him wanting to be dominated and told he’s a good boy like this- but you enjoy every second of it. The way his eyebrows arches when you say it, makes you hot enough to want to take him right there on the spot, but this time it's your turn to focus on his pleasure.
“Such a good boy you are” you softly moan as you place a tender kiss onto his lips, moaning into it as he humps your leg eagerly.
“My beautiful, beautiful boy..”
You place soft kisses on his cheek and his nose as you match his rhythm, letting him grind against your thigh in the process. The stunt man lets out surprisingly high-pitched whimpers as he comes all over himself and your warm leg.
“Fuck, fuck…thank you, th-thank you” he presses out whimpering, trying to bury his face in his stretched out arm.
You slide his blindfold off, pushing a strand of blond hair out of his face, before you start running your fingers through his tousled hair. “You did so good”, you say before kissing him, feeling him smile into the kiss.