Panting, wanting, needing. Needing to touch, to connect with your tormenter. But you can't touch and if you try, it will stop and God, you don't ever want it to stop.

A low voice whispers in your ear, "Fuck you're beautiful," as a trail of fire moves down your neck to your chest.

You whimper slightly as the fire turns to ice, teasing your nipples to hard nubs. Then a warm, wet heat replaces the ice, sucking slowly, oh God, so slowly. Tongue circling gently round and round, back and forth tracing a line from left to right.

A moan escapes your lips and first a hand, then a mouth moves up to silence it. Gently at first, then with growing urgency you respond to the kiss, tongue thrusting in and out of your captor’s' mouth – a representation of what you'd like to do, have done to you.

"Impatient boy," the voice chides in an amused whisper. "Good things come to those that wait. And you do want good things, don't you?"

Nodding, you will his mouth back down on your neck, chest, cock, anywhere, as long as it's on you. Hands run up your arms, checking your bindings, then back down again leaving a trail of goose bumps.

Hot breath on your belly, lips close but not touching. You arch up desperate for contact but get a laugh and light smack in return. But the hand stays, now tracing lazy circles further and further down your belly towards your cock.

Lips again connect with skin, so close, God so close. You want to beg, plead for release but you can't, you have to stay silent. You know he’ll leave you there, tormented, unfulfilled, if you don’t.

The hand is now tracing up and down your inner thigh followed by the tongue, tormenting, teasing. You writhe trying to get your cock closer to that mouth.

A low, throaty chuckle escapes your ravisher as he licks a hot stripe from the base of your cock to the tip, and for one dizzying moment the warm wet heat you've been yearning for envelops you.

Groaning, you arch up trying to force more of your cock into that delicious heat, but as soon as you do he removes his mouth and sighs, "Too impatient lover."

His hands are back on your body, tightly grasping you round the hips and shoulders and before you realise it he’s flipped you onto your stomach.

You start to rock your hips backwards and forwards, the friction of your cock against the sheets promising you relief. But then, that chuckle again and an admonishing, "No, no we can't have that," as he pulls you up onto your hands and knees.

A hot, wet trail is drawn down your spine as he licks his way along, lower and lower, hands still holding firmly onto your hips.

Oh God, his tongue is tracing the cleft between your cheeks, tormenting and lapping at the pucker. You don't know how much longer you can stay silent and not beg for him to be inside you. You rock your hips back trying to signal exactly what you need.

For a brief, teasing moment his tongue pushes into you before leaving your ass completely. You hear the small "flick" of a bottle top, and you're praying for what will come next. A hand ghosting over your ass, following the same trail as his