This was…different.

I was naked – that wasn’t the different part – and I was on the bed, face-down. My wrists were tied to each other, and to each ankle, pulling my legs out and up. The position also kept my arms up, parallel to my back. He’d had me braid my hair, then tied the bottom of my braid to the restraints around my wrist. My head was pulled back, stretched right to the very edge of comfort. I was pretty sure adrenaline had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t uncomfortable yet, but I’d take it. I didn’t want to be in a position where I’d need to use my safe word. The thought of disappointing Cai bothered me in a way in which I wasn’t accustomed.

My head was at the bottom of the bed, so I was able to see Cai as he stopped in front of me. He’d removed his clothing as well, giving me a heart-stopping view of strong thighs, those deep v-grooves at his hips, and a thick, full erection.

“I let you take control the first time, but now, it’s my turn.”

He put his hand on the back of my head, not exerting any pressure, but rather providing a reminder that he was in charge.

As if I could forget it.

“Open.”

I parted my lips, eager anticipation coiling in my belly. He slid his cock into my mouth, taking it slow. The taste of him exploded across my tongue, and I licked around him, savoring the texture as well. The skin was soft, delicate, but the muscle beneath it was firm. He made a few shallow thrusts before speaking.

“Are you able to snap your fingers?”

I snapped my fingers in response.

“That will be your safety sound if you’re not able to use your safe word,” he explained. “Snap again if you understand.”

I did as he asked, and he rewarded me by inching forward until he was almost at the back of my throat. A flutter of panic unfolded in my chest, but I pushed it down. I trusted him not to take things too far, to know where my limits were, even if I didn’t know them myself.

As he began to pull back, I applied suction, remembering that he’d enjoyed that before. I earned the same moan as before and dedicated myself to making him feel even better. I tried to move my head to control the depth of his strokes, but a jolt of pain in my scalp reminded me why that wasn’t a good idea.

“Stay where you are.” Cai sounded amused. “I’ll take care of things from my end.”

I responded by flicking my tongue across the tip of his cock, then teasing the slit before he could push deeper. My muscles began to ache, unused to being in this position, but I didn’t stop. I’d never been the sort of person who cared about what other people thought, but with this, I found that Cai’s opinion was important to me.

“Fuck, Little Red, that mouth…”

I’d take that as a positive endorsement.

“I’m close,” he warned. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, snap your fingers twice.”

I clenched my hands into fists, so he couldn’t even mistake me wanting him to stop. His fingers dug into my hair, his hips jerking as he lost his rhythm. For a moment, he almost went too far, but then he was sliding back enough to coat my tongue with his seed. I swallowed, sucking as hard as I could, wanting to draw out every last drop.

He curled over me, his breathing ragged, and kissed the top of my head. “Thank you, Little Red.”

I hadn’t been sure about that nickname when he first used it, but the more I heard it, the more it grew on me.

He straightened, his cock slipping from my mouth. He hadn’t gone completely soft, and I knew he’d be ready again soon. His fingers moved behind me, and the tension holding my head in place disappeared. My scalp throbbed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“How are your arms and legs?” Cai asked as he pulled apart the braid with surprising gentleness. “Circulation good? Muscles?”

I flexed my fingers, testing them even as I rolled my ankles, wiggled my toes. “Circulation’s fine, but my muscles are starting to feel it.”

He gave me a searching look. “Five more minutes.”

I nodded. Having my head free made me feel my legs and arms less.

He moved around behind me, the bed shifting under me as he climbed onto it. I expected to feel his touch, but I still jumped when a fingertip traced my lips. He ran his finger between them, pushing it inside for a few quick strokes. Instead of adding a second finger, however, he withdrew it completely. A moment later, it teased over somewhere else entirely.

“Easy,” he murmured as he placed a hand on the small of my back. “Just a finger tonight. Trust me.”

I nodded, then put my head down, closing my eyes to shut out everything except what Cai was doing. I sucked in a breath as the finger breached that tight ring of muscle. I knew enough about anal sex to expect the burn that followed, and I breathed through it. What I found, however, was that once I was past that, a different sort of heat was spreading through me. I’d been turned on already, and the sensations combined for something even more intense than I felt before. Not better, necessarily, but different.

“I’m going to release your legs in a moment,” Cai said. “But unless you say the word, your hands will remain as they are.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, trying to keep the relief from my voice. I was in good shape, but this wasn’t exactly a normal exercise.

His finger disappeared, and then the tie between my hands and feet was gone too, allowing my hands to fall to my back, and my feet to the bed. I waited for Cai to turn me over, unable to do it myself with my hands as they were, but that wasn’t what happened.

He grasped my hips and pulled me up onto my knees, leaving me to catch my weight on my chest and shoulders. I wasn’t given long to process it though because he drove into me with one solid thrust, and suddenly, that was all I could feel…think…know.

My world expanded and contracted with every stroke. The heat of his hands on my hips was nothing compared to the fire he was stoking inside me. Nerves fired over and over, transmitting signals of pleasure and pain one right after the other. My legs had begun to protest, and my fingertips were tingling, but none of it was enough to make me want him to stop. The pressure inside me had built too far for much of anything to distract me.

Then, suddenly, his cock moved against that spot inside me and the world exploded in a blast of pleasure and light. But it didn’t stop there. As Cai continued at his bruising, brutal pace, one orgasm rolled into another until I finally realized what he’d meant about coming too many times. I was almost at that point, but before I tipped over that edge, Cai groaned my name, his cock pulsing inside me as he climaxed.

Neither one of us spoke as we slumped onto the bed, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. He untied my hands after a minute, wrapping his arms around me so he could massage my hands and wrists. The silence between us was comfortable and familiar, as if we’d been lovers for years.

We wouldn’t ever be that, I knew. We weren’t in a relationship. We could refer to each other as lovers, but we weren’t in love. Ours was an agreement based on sexual compatibility, respect, and the fact that we got along with each other so well. I was confident that we would be able to amicably part ways when the time came.

But as Cai pulled the blanket over us, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to get tired of me before I was ready to let him go.