Ceridor (Danubian #4)

16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

The next day

Ceridor

I'd slept in, thinking and planning too much. Then I'd run through my spiritual practices for the day and had gone for a walk. After that, I was done being serious. I could update my father on things tomorrow.

Johann had said he'd be home by four, so I flopped on my tummy, kicked my legs up, and read a book.

After a while the door opened and I glanced back, confirming it was him. My beloved lit up at seeing me, then heat filled his expression as his gaze roamed over me. I saw the curiosity in his cocked brow—why was I under a blanket in the middle of the day when I could lie atop it and read?

Well, because I wasn't wearing anything under said blanket, of course.

Then with a mischievous, almost wolfish grin, Johann shut the door behind him, grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it oh-so-slowly off. I turned back around and pretended to read, but in actuality I felt every stitch of the blanket slide off me bit by bit. He revealed my completely naked form: my asshole stretched and lubricated, totally prepped for him, my hips propped on a couple of pillows, my cock and balls deliciously squished there.

Johann let a breath out in a whoosh, rumbling low in his throat appreciatively. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Only if you are so inclined," I offered.

"I'm more than ‘so inclined,'" he challenged. "But wait—what about your injuries? Can we still fuck while you're recovering?"

"Yes, of course," I answered immediately. If Johann withheld sex until I fully healed, I'd go crazy.

"Okay," he said, his voice husky. "Good."

I managed to read another couple of pages as Johann stripped and then ran his hands reverently up and down my limbs and torso, my neck and shoulders, hamstrings and bum. I tried not to watch, but good heavens Johann looked like a statue of an ancient Greek god from all of his calisthenics and physical training. It was hard not to ogle him at every turn.

He kneed onto the bed and covered me, spreading his warmth everywhere. He kissed my neck and hugged me, nestling his hard-on in my crease. "Imagine being such a bookworm you'd be willing to let me fuck you so long as you could keep reading."

I laughed. "Stoic philosophy is worth it."

He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. "I take it this is an open invitation?"

Honestly, he was so good to me, it was always an open invitation in my mind. "It is. Have your way with me, stud. As long as I can keep reading."

He hooted with mirth and lifted off. His warmth disappeared and I immediately missed it.

I managed to read another page, then I felt him gently take my left ankle and pull, straightening my leg out to the corner of the bed. Soft fabric wrapped around my ankle, and when I registered the pressure downward I realized he was securing me. We kept ribbons with wristbands on the ends, tied around each of the four legs of the bed. My right leg was pulled out to the other corner, spreading me as wide as I could go and fully exposing me to the room. It was like every touch of his hands shot to my balls. It took all my self-control not to squirm in anticipation.

He came up to the front and I acted like I was so immersed in my book I didn't notice him taking my left hand and securing it at the upper-left corner, looping the ribbon around my thumb so I could release myself if need be, for safety's sake.

When he came for my right hand, I played at astonishment and tried to keep reading, resisting him a bit. Johann laughed and let me keep the book in hand even as he looped the ribbon, secured the wristband, and tied me down. All the while, he did this gently, knowing my right arm was still recovering from injury.

Johann clapped his hands as if completing a job well done. "There. You can keep reading, my love. I'll just be back here."

Holy shit.

"Got your safe words if you need them?" he asked.

"I've got them," I confirmed. "Wait and stop."

"Wait and stop."

I didn't know why I was so inclined in this direction, but the way Johann just followed my lead in whatever salacious desire I might be entertaining that day was so amazing it nearly brought tears to my eyes. He was perfectly content to go along with my shenanigans because he knew I'd let him fuck me silly by the end of it, and I'd love every second.

The mattress dipped as he kneed up between my legs and my stomach clenched, my cock achingly hard, pressed into the pillow and eager for Johann's attention.

I managed to turn a page in the book while holding it just with one hand and Johann chuckled. Then he grabbed my ass and sank into me with his full weight and I forgot about everything else.

"Oh gods," I breathed. "Johann, fuck."

He growled, a throaty and pleased sound. "My baby is too tempting, and he gets a hard fuck as a reward. Hang in there; I'm not releasing you until I'm done."

I nearly came right there and then.

The book forgotten, I pulled against the restraints and struggled as Johann grabbed my hips in a vice grip, spread my cheeks with his thumbs and drove into me, his cock filling me up and pulsing in my channel that strained to take all of him. I might have been in the habit of prepping myself but stopping just short so he still stretched me, and it seemed this time my lover was going to make me pay for it.

His balls smacked against mine and both pleasure and pain shot through me, my nut sac already trapped and squeezed by my weight—and now Johann's—pushing it into the bed. I was so stimulated my cock was ready to come all over the pillow.

"You're so beautiful," Johann praised. "Your ass is so hot and squeezes me so well. You're mine. I'm going to own you so thoroughly you'll never look at anyone else."

"Own me," I begged, my voice husky. "You've got me tied down—take whatever you want from me."

He growled again.

Yanking on my hips and driving his forward, Johann fucked me without mercy. He rutted into me, heedless of my gasps and how I struggled against the restraints. In fact, my reactions seemed to spur him onward. He snapped his hips, the mushroom head of his cock finding my prostate and giving it a good pounding. I was going to be sore, but it was worth it. He was so rough with me I was going to remember his punishment every time I sat down for days.

Delirious with lust, I babbled nonsense, simultaneously praising how good he felt and begging him to keep going, to not stop.

Johann slowed his pace and leaned forward, lightly pressing the back of my neck, and then splaying his palm across my upper back, between my shoulder blades. "Submit to me, Ceridor. I've got you."

I whimpered and struggled harder, but when he resumed his thrusts, I came without warning. Johann didn't stop rutting into me, still seeking his own orgasm as I shook from head to toe and rode the waves of pleasure. My trapped cock had made a sticky mess, but I would have to ride this out until he was done with me.

My muscles urged me to relax and stop fucking, but Johann kept going and I let him go till he was done. I just breathed and clenched my muscles, trying to make him come, but that just increased the severity of his pace. When he came, I breathed a sigh of relief and blessed the heavens, relishing the feel of his hot cum splashing inside me.

Johann pulled out and I felt his spunk run out of my hole and down my taint. I was so spent I just melted into the mattress.

"Look at you, what a sight," Johann praised, his gaze spreading heat and gooseflesh over my skin, chilled with sweat.

Then blessed warmth flowed over me as Johann tugged the blanket back up to my shoulders. He nipped the book out of my limp grasp and plopped down in the writing chair just in view from the head of the bed.

I fidgeted uncomfortably. "Johann."

"No," he snapped, cocking a brow in accusation and pointing the corner of the book at me. "You get to stay there, you naughty thing. I'm reading until I recharge, and then I'm going to fuck you again, whether you want it or not. Using your incredible body to entice me into bed, when actually I was coming home to take you out to dinner…now I'm hungry, and simultaneously sexually frustrated and sated."

His tirade was so ridiculous it made me burst out laughing, but the belly laugh put more pressure on my straining bladder and I whined. "I have to pee."

The bubble of the supposed spoiled dominant he was trying to portray popped and he jumped up and got me quickly out of the restraints and into a robe so I could dash down the hall and relieve myself. My tummy rumbled as I walked back—indeed, dinner sounded quite good.

But Johann kept his word, and I went right back into the restraints, this time on my hands and knees to give my poor balls a break, though I sank to my left forearm to ease the burden on my right arm. He made me ride him out a second time, the rut taking longer and testing my endurance. By the time he filled my ass with cum again, pumping into me with his full strength and driving me senseless, I was so hungry I couldn't even summon the energy to orgasm.

But then, after a quick wipe off with the promise of a long bath later, it was dinnertime. Johann wanted to do more aftercare, but I needed food, so he promised to spoil me the rest of the evening once we got back home. I was so sexed up, I felt unstoppable and had no regrets.