Apartment 1209

orgasm coiled in my balls. I couldn’t even warn him it happened so fast. I came with a deep groan, my wrists pulling at the leather cuffs, muscles contracting and releasing as I let go.
    As the intense pleasure slowly subsided I looked down, watching him swallow my release eagerly, making his own noises of pleasure.
    When he finished, he stood up and embraced my bound form, kissing me deeply as he pushed his muscled body against me. I felt the hard steel of his dick under his leather pants.
    “I’m taking you home now,” he said gently. “So I can fuck you properly. Don’t say anything. Just nod if that’s okay with you.”
    I nodded, but couldn’t help smiling.
    Thank the freaking Lord. His chocolate bar was in danger of melting all over the goddamn floor at the moment.
    He grinned. “I’m leaving the plug in and I don’t want a word out of you until I say you can speak, capisce ?”
    I nodded. Fuck, I loved his games.
    ****
    He took me down from the cross and dressed me, tying my boots as if I were four years old. Watching him do that was pretty fucking hot.
    Then he escorted me out of his club, past the curious eyes of so many men, out the back door and into his car.
    He got into the driver’s seat and started the old Toyota, then put the radio on the hard rock station, loud. He glanced at me and when our eyes met I felt the burning of his need. I thought I might combust when he touched me. My cock was already swelling again, the hard steel in my anus a tease for what would come.
    ****
    “Stand by the sofa, hands behind your back,” he said as soon as he keyed us into Apartment 1209.
    I did, watching Ryan move about the space. He was so fucking sexy— the way he walked, the way he looked in those leather pants and boots. Shit, I could watch him for hours.
    He took care of a few ordinary things, like starting the dishwasher and putting on some coffee for later. No doubt to delay my satisfaction. He totally ignored me and finally disappeared into the bedroom.
    My excited breaths came quicker as I waited, wondering.
    Would he fuck me here on the leather sofa, or in the bedroom? Would he put me on all fours or have me on my back? I was so grateful not to have to make any of these decisions. I felt so privileged to be the vessel for this man’s lust it was a little insane. I glanced down to see the outline of my hard-on in the red leather pants. I think Ryan appreciated the fact that, at my age, the turnaround time was almost non-existent. Like my dick was aware of everything it had missed for so many years and refused to lose any opportunities.
    I closed my eyes, remembering his mouth on it just a short time ago. I’d never been sucked off by a woman and I recoiled from the idea of softness or tentativeness in that situation. I craved a man’s mouth on my dick, my balls and ass. To be eaten by another man felt primal and wild. A woman’s mouth would never satisfy me. I knew this for a fact.
    “Henry. Take off your boots, socks and pants and come here,” he called from the bedroom.
    Bedroom it is, then.
    I hastily undressed, so eager to relinquish my clothes I ended up tripping and falling onto my naked ass, which still smarted from the paddling.
    Ryan popped his head out the bedroom door. “Don’t hurt yourself, Henry.”
    “No, Sir.” How embarrassing.
    I finally got the pants off and walked quickly over to him. “I’m ready now, Sir.”
    His hand slid behind my head and pulled my face toward his. He kissed me passionately and deeply for several intense moments.
    “I know,” he said when he finally pulled away. “So am I. I have a question for you though.”
    “Yeah?”
    His hand gently stroked the side of my face. “Do you want a vanilla fucking or a kinky fucking for your first time? I’ll do either one.”
    I thought about it for a minute. I looked around him into the bedroom and saw something on his dresser that intrigued me. “Looks like you’ve already prepared for a kinky fucking.”
    He blushed. Mr. Leather Daddy blushed. “Well, I… old habits die hard. But I suddenly thought maybe you’d prefer something softer… for the first time.”
    I shrugged. If the past few weeks had taught me anything, it was that I had not a clue about what my body needed or even wanted. Ryan, however, seemed to have a sixth sense about me. I was willing to put myself in his hands.
    “Do whatever you want, Sir.”
    “Call me Ryan,” he said softly.
    “Do whatever you want, Ryan. I trust