We’re going to try something new,” I said, keeping my tone conversational as if I were discussing a recipe I’d seen in a magazine, as if I weren’t standing behind Connor and fastening cuffs around his wrists. His fingers flexed, as if he wanted to fist his hands, but he knew better than to do that. His knuckles brushed the curve of his high, tight ass, and I paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of the rich green leather against his pale skin and, below, the fading red stripes he’d received from the crop not long ago. I liked watching his ass flex when I cropped him. “Something new,” I repeated, moving to stand before him. His head was bowed, as was appropriate. I was tempted to tuck my forefinger under his chin, nudge his gaze up so I could watch his expression. But I suspected I’d see his reaction in another way. “No fucking,” I said. “No hands. Just your mouth on me, making me come.” His reaction was so swift it made me smile. His cock, half-hard already because of the cuffs,
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