Chapter 1: Gagged by Impulse; Part 1:
The third story of the apartment building was an open-air corridor, with a clear view of the sky framed by the metal railings lining the walkway. The sun casted long shadows on the concrete, and a faint breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. As I climbed the stairs, the bags of groceries in my hands shifted with each step, and the stairs creaked slightly under the weight.
When I reached the top, I noticed a young guy leaning casually against the railing near my door. He had an easygoing demeanor, with a tousle of dark hair and a slight smirk, dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He seemed relaxed, as if he had been enjoying the late afternoon.
Seeing me struggling with the bags, he straightened up and asked, "Need a hand with that?" His voice is warm, with a hint of amusement.
"Yeah, thanks," I replied, grateful for the help. He stepped forward and took some of the bags from me.
As we walked toward my door, I joked, "This building could really use an elevator."
He laughed, nodding. "No kidding. They definitely didn’t design this place for grocery runs."
Once we reached my door, he handed me the bags he carried. "I'm Luke, by the way. Just moved in last week."
"Nice to meet you, Luke," I said with a smile. "I’m Drew.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he replied. “Feel free to stop by whenever. We’re neighbors, after all.” His smile was friendly, making the offer sound genuine.
Later that night, the building was quiet except for the soft hum of distant traffic. The corridor on the third story was dimly lit, with only a few outdoor lights casting a warm glow. As my girlfriend, Melissa, and I made our way up the stairs, our conversation was playful, filled with lighthearted teasing.
"I'm just saying, you were the one who insisted on watching that horror movie," I said, grinning at her.
Melissa rolled her eyes, her lips forming into a smile. "And you were the one hiding behind the pillow the whole time."
I put my arm around her shoulder, admiring how beautiful she was, especially to me. Her wild brown hair cascaded in untamed waves around her face, adding to her effortlessly vibrant look. Her glasses sat neatly on her small button nose, framing her bright eyes that always seemed to dance with a playful energy. She was dressed in a cozy sweater that clung softly to her frame, paired with sleek leather leggings that accentuated her legs, giving her a blend of casual comfort and edgy style. The combination suited her perfectly, embodying the free-spirited yet grounded personality I’ve always loved about her.
I laughed, "I was not hiding! I was... strategically positioning myself."
She laughed, and then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reached out and covered my mouth with her hand. "Shh, you’re going to wake up the whole building."
“Mmm.. Mmpphh..” I playfully murmured, muffled by the palm of her hand pressed to my lips. I pulled her hand away gently, leaning in closer. "I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones awake."
As we reached the top of the stairs, I noticed Luke standing outside his door, leaning against the railing with a beer in hand. His gaze drifted toward us, and there was a curious, almost intrigued look on his face as he watched our interaction while Melissa cupped her hand, clamping it back over my mouth.
"Hey, Luke," I said, pulling her hand away and breaking the silence. "This is Melissa, my girlfriend."
Luke straightened up a bit, offering a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Melissa."
"Nice to meet you too," she replied, her tone friendly. "Are you enjoying the building so far?"
Luke nodded, taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah, it’s a nice spot. Quiet, mostly." He glanced between us, a slight grin on his face. "You two seem like you’re having a good night."
"We are," I said, wrapping an arm around Melissa. "But we should probably call it a night before we disturb the peace."
Melissa nodded, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, wouldn’t want to get a noise complaint."
Luke laughed. "Alright, you two. Have a good night."
"Goodnight, Luke," we both said in unison before heading inside my apartment, the door closing softly behind us.
The next day, as I was heading up the stairs to my apartment, I crossed paths with Luke coming down. He was dressed casually, his usual laid-back demeanor evident as he offered a nod of acknowledgment.
“Hey,” he said with a smile. “Where’s Melissa? Didn’t see her around this morning.”
I returned the smile, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “She usually spends the night but leaves pretty early. Works a crazy schedule, so she might not be around for a couple of days.”
Luke nodded, seemingly understanding. “That sounds intense. Must be tough juggling that.”
“Yeah, but she handles it like a pro,” I replied with a bit of pride in my voice. “Just means we have to make the most of the time we do get.”
He grinned, then casually suggested, “How about I bring some beer over tonight? We can hang out for a bit, if you’re up for it.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, appreciating the offer. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”
“Cool, I’ll swing by later,” he replied before continuing down the stairs, and I headed up to my apartment, thinking it might be nice to unwind with some company later on.
Later that night, I heard a knock at the door, and when I opened it, Luke was standing there with a six-pack of beer in hand. He gave me a nod and a smile. "Thought I’d keep my promise."
"Come on in," I said, stepping aside to let him in. We moved to the living room, where I grabbed two bottles and popped them open. We settled on the couch, the cold bottles in hand, and the soft light from the lamp creating a warm atmosphere.
"So," Luke began after taking a sip, "what made you decide to move into the city?"
I leaned back, taking a swig of my beer before answering. "Honestly? It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. I wanted a change of pace, something different. The city’s got this energy, you know? But, man, the first week was a mess."
Luke raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How so?"
I chuckled, launching into the story. "Well, when I first moved in, I didn’t realize just how noisy this place could get at night. I was unpacking around midnight, totally oblivious, and suddenly I hear this loud crash outside. Turns out it was just a cat knocking over a trash can, but I freaked out, thinking someone was trying to break in."
Luke laughed, shaking his head. "City life."
The details got more absurd as I went on, and soon we’re both laughing hysterically. The laughter was contagious, and it felt good to let loose. "So there I was, holding a broom like a weapon, ready to defend my new home from an invading raccoon or something."
But as I kept going, gesturing wildly to emphasize the ridiculousness of the situation, Luke suddenly reached over and covered my mouth with his hand, still laughing. It caught me off guard, and I paused, surprised. His touch was playful, but there was something else there too, an energy I wasn’t expecting.
I pulled his hand away, grinning. “Oh, come on, I wasn’t even finished!”
He laughed, “Dude, I had to stop you before I died from laughing.”
I continued my story, but not long after, he did it again, this time holding his hand over my mouth a bit longer. I could feel his breath hitch slightly as we both fell silent for a moment, the room suddenly charged with an unexpected tension. His palm was warm against my lips, and he had this playful glint in his eyes.
“Mmm.. Mmpph… Mmppphh…” Undeterred by his hand clamped over my mouth, I kept talking, my voice slightly muffled by his hand. Luke left his hand over my mouth, his eyes watching me with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if we both noticed this unspoken tension but neither of us was willing to acknowledge it outright. I kept joking around, testing the waters, and with his hand cupped to cover my mouth, he didn’t pull it away. His hand lingered, his fingers resting softly against my skin. The touch, though seemingly casual, felt strangely intimate, almost erotic.
I couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity, the moment hanging between us as the laughter faded, leaving behind a quiet intensity that neither of us expected.
Finally, he pulled his hand away, but the atmosphere lingered, heavy with the shared moment. We both took another sip of our beers, the silence between us charged, as if waiting for one of us to break it.
As we continued to chat, the conversation naturally shifted, and I started to talk about Melissa. “So, Melissa and I—”
Before I could finish the sentence, Luke suddenly moved across the couch with surprising speed, his hand swiftly clamping over my mouth again. His movements were smooth, almost instinctive, and before I knew it, we were collapsing onto the couch together. I felt the cushion give way beneath us as his weight pressed down.
In one fluid motion, he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, the other still firmly clamped over my mouth. His grip was firm but not painful, and I didn’t struggle against it. Instead, I found myself staring up at him, our eyes locking in a way that felt charged, intense.
His hand remained over my mouth, and the silence between us became heavy, almost electric. There was something in the way he was looking at me—something that made my pulse quicken. The sensation of the palm of his hand pressed against my lips, the pressure of his body against mine, all of it felt strangely erotic. I could feel the heat rising in me, a tension building that I didn’t anticipate.
I didn’t say a word, and neither did he. But in that moment, with his hand still covering my mouth, the boundaries between playful and something more began to blur. The unspoken tension was palpable, and I realized I was turned on, the unexpected intensity of the situation igniting something within me.
“Mmmpph. Mmpphh.” I tried to speak, but the words came out muffled against Luke's hand, a muted sound that barely escaped my lips. He noticed, his eyes flickering with something between curiosity and mischief, and he slowly removed his hand, giving me the space to finally say something.
“That was… unexpected,” I admitted, still catching my breath a little.
Luke shrugged slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I couldn’t help myself.”
There was a pause, and I felt the need to be honest. I hesitated for a second before admitting, “I won’t lie—I liked it, but… I have a girlfriend, you know.”
Luke’s smile didn’t falter. Instead, he leaned back slightly, still pinning me down, but more relaxed. He waved it off casually, his tone light. “Hey, it’s just two guys hanging out, right? Nothing serious.”
I glanced away for a moment, then brushed it off, forcing a casual tone even as I felt the lingering effects of the moment. “Yeah, just two guys hanging out.”
As if testing the waters, he slowly cupped his hand back over my mouth. This time, his touch was more deliberate, the gesture slow and measured. His hand lingered there, resting gently but firmly against my lips, and we found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes. His touch was deliberate, almost teasing, and this time, it lingered there, his palm warm against my skin.
Our eyes locked once more, the room growing quieter as the moment stretched out. Neither of us moved, the weight of his hand over my mouth creating a strange, charged intimacy. The longer we stayed like this, the more intense it felt, as if the boundaries between us were slowly dissolving, leaving nothing but this shared, silent connection. His hand stayed in place, the contact strangely intimate, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we remained locked in this unexpected, charged connection.
His hand slipped away from my mouth, and I took a breath, the tension between us still palpable. “We can’t be doing this,” I said, my voice low, trying to find some clarity in the moment.
“Doing what?” Luke asked, his tone casual but with a hint of challenge in his eyes.
I struggled to find the right words, knowing this situation was quickly becoming something more than I’d anticipated. “I’m into it, okay? But it’s… it’s not right.”
Luke leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Not right? Or maybe it just feels too good?”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to the playful yet charged energy between us. “You’re not making this any easier, you know.”
“I’m not trying to,” he replied with a mischievous grin, his flirtation becoming more obvious, his eyes never leaving mine.
I hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What, do you want to tie me up or something?”
His grin widened, but instead of answering directly, he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against my skin. “How about we just do this?” he said softly, before clamping his hand back over my mouth, this time with deliberate intent.
The touch was firm yet somehow tender, the pressure just enough to keep me silent but not uncomfortable. We locked eyes again, and the intensity between us grew, the boundaries of what was right or wrong fading away as his hand lingered over my mouth, sealing whatever unspoken understanding had passed between us.
With his hand clamped firmly over my mouth, I could feel my body responding in ways I hadn’t anticipated. The warmth of his touch, the control he exerted, all of it stirred something deep within me. My breathing became more shallow, my pulse quickening as I feel myself getting aroused. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let the moment linger, drawn into the unexpected connection we shared. There was an intensity in the air, a silent understanding that this wasn’t just playful teasing now—it was something more, something neither of us had planned but both are undeniably caught up in.
As his hand brushed against my cock in my pants, whether intentionally or by accident, I noticed his eyes flicker downward, catching the evidence of my arousal. His gaze returned to mine, and there was a knowing look in his eyes, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Maybe we can get together again sometime,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with suggestion.
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond, and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. The air between us felt charged, my heart pounding in my chest. Luke stood up, his expression still relaxed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
“Goodnight,” he said, giving me one last look before turning and heading for the door.
“Goodnight,” I managed to reply, my voice a little shaky as I watched him leave. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was left alone in the quiet of my apartment, my heart still racing from the intensity of what just transpired.
I sat there for a moment, trying to process everything, but in the end, I decided not to tell Melissa. After all, it was just two guys hanging out, right? As I replayed the events in my mind, I convinced myself that there was no need to complicate things. Whatever just happened between Luke and me, it was something I could keep to myself.
To be continued…
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@Masques Definitely more coming shortly! I’m glad you have like it so far
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Chapter 1: Gagged by Impulse; Part 2:
A couple of days passed, and I hadn’t seen Luke around. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was keeping his distance after what happened the other night. The memory lingered in the back of my mind, but I pushed it aside, trying to focus on other things.
As I sat on the couch, texting with Melissa, our conversation was light and familiar. She was busy with work, and we were planning when we’d see each other next. The usual banter between us felt comforting, a reminder of the normalcy that kept my life grounded.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked up, slightly surprised, and set my phone aside. When I opened the door, I’m met with Luke standing there, his expression unreadable.
“Hey,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes searching mine. “Can I come in?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. But before I could fully process what was happening, I found myself blurting out, “About the other night—”
And before I could finish, Luke swiftly stepped into the doorway, his movements smooth and confident. In an instant, his hand was clamped back over my mouth, just like before. The action was both sudden and deliberate, and my words were silenced as he cupped his hand firmly over my lips.
I was caught off guard, my heart racing as the intensity of that night flooded back. His eyes locked onto mine, and there was that same mix of playfulness and something deeper, something unspoken that hung between us. The moment stretched out, heavy with the same charged energy that neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge out loud.
As Luke held his hand over my mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed, almost conspiratorial whisper.
“You know,” he began, his tone dripping with a flirtatious edge, “I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night. About how much you liked it when I did this.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine, my body reacting to his words. The way he was talking, the way he was so unapologetically bold, made everything feel even more intense, more forbidden. He had become like a dirty little secret, something private and hidden away from the rest of my life—and that made it all the more erotic.
Luke’s voice turned more suggestive, his hand pressing slightly firmer against my mouth as he continued, “I bet you’ve been thinking about it too. About how good it felt to just give in, to let me take control.”
My breathing quickened, and I could feel myself getting aroused, my pulse pounding in my ears. His words, laced with dirty undertones, sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t ignore.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate, “I won’t tell anyone. This can be our little secret. Just between us.”
His hand remained over my mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin, the touch both gentle and possessive. The way he talked, the confidence in his voice, only heightens the feeling that this was something private, something only we shared. It felt dangerously exciting, as if I was teetering on the edge of something I shouldn’t want, but did.
As Luke continued to talk, his words became dirtier, more explicit, feeding into the growing arousal that was overtaking my senses. Each word sent a jolt of heat through me, the forbidden nature of it all making it impossible to resist. I was caught up in the moment, in the eroticism of the situation, unable to deny how much it was affecting me.
As Luke’s hand slowly slipped away from my mouth, I took a deep breath, the air feeling heavy between us. The tension, the electricity, it was all still there, and I couldn’t help but admit the truth.
“I… I like it,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it—about you. But I still don’t think it’s right.”
Before I could say more, he moved quickly, his hand clamping back over my mouth with a firm but gentle pressure. His eyes were locked on mine, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost hypnotic. “You don’t have to think about what’s right or wrong. Just be here, in this moment, with me.”
His words were laced with a seductive charm, and the way he was looking at me—like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring every second—made my pulse race. The sensation of his hand over my mouth, his warm breath so close, heightened the intensity of it all.
“See, it doesn’t have to be complicated,” he continued, his tone flirtatious, playful even. “No need to overthink it. Just let yourself enjoy it. You know you want to.”
His fingers brushed lightly against my lips as he spoke, sending another shiver through me. “You’ve been on my mind too, you know. The way you reacted, the way you looked at me—I could tell you liked it. And I liked it too.”
His words were smooth, confident, each one making the situation feel more charged, more intimate. “We don’t have to label it or explain it to anyone. It’s just us, right here, right now.”
He kept his hand firmly over my mouth, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as he leaned in a bit closer. “So why don’t we just keep this our little secret? Something special, just between us.”
His voice, his touch, everything about this moment felt dangerously seductive. The way he talked, the way he made it sound so simple, so easy, drew me in even deeper.
To be continued…
A couple of days passed, and I hadn’t seen Luke around. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was keeping his distance after what happened the other night. The memory lingered in the back of my mind, but I pushed it aside, trying to focus on other things.
As I sat on the couch, texting with Melissa, our conversation was light and familiar. She was busy with work, and we were planning when we’d see each other next. The usual banter between us felt comforting, a reminder of the normalcy that kept my life grounded.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked up, slightly surprised, and set my phone aside. When I opened the door, I’m met with Luke standing there, his expression unreadable.
“Hey,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes searching mine. “Can I come in?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. But before I could fully process what was happening, I found myself blurting out, “About the other night—”
And before I could finish, Luke swiftly stepped into the doorway, his movements smooth and confident. In an instant, his hand was clamped back over my mouth, just like before. The action was both sudden and deliberate, and my words were silenced as he cupped his hand firmly over my lips.
I was caught off guard, my heart racing as the intensity of that night flooded back. His eyes locked onto mine, and there was that same mix of playfulness and something deeper, something unspoken that hung between us. The moment stretched out, heavy with the same charged energy that neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge out loud.
As Luke held his hand over my mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed, almost conspiratorial whisper.
“You know,” he began, his tone dripping with a flirtatious edge, “I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night. About how much you liked it when I did this.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine, my body reacting to his words. The way he was talking, the way he was so unapologetically bold, made everything feel even more intense, more forbidden. He had become like a dirty little secret, something private and hidden away from the rest of my life—and that made it all the more erotic.
Luke’s voice turned more suggestive, his hand pressing slightly firmer against my mouth as he continued, “I bet you’ve been thinking about it too. About how good it felt to just give in, to let me take control.”
My breathing quickened, and I could feel myself getting aroused, my pulse pounding in my ears. His words, laced with dirty undertones, sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t ignore.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate, “I won’t tell anyone. This can be our little secret. Just between us.”
His hand remained over my mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin, the touch both gentle and possessive. The way he talked, the confidence in his voice, only heightens the feeling that this was something private, something only we shared. It felt dangerously exciting, as if I was teetering on the edge of something I shouldn’t want, but did.
As Luke continued to talk, his words became dirtier, more explicit, feeding into the growing arousal that was overtaking my senses. Each word sent a jolt of heat through me, the forbidden nature of it all making it impossible to resist. I was caught up in the moment, in the eroticism of the situation, unable to deny how much it was affecting me.
As Luke’s hand slowly slipped away from my mouth, I took a deep breath, the air feeling heavy between us. The tension, the electricity, it was all still there, and I couldn’t help but admit the truth.
“I… I like it,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it—about you. But I still don’t think it’s right.”
Before I could say more, he moved quickly, his hand clamping back over my mouth with a firm but gentle pressure. His eyes were locked on mine, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost hypnotic. “You don’t have to think about what’s right or wrong. Just be here, in this moment, with me.”
His words were laced with a seductive charm, and the way he was looking at me—like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring every second—made my pulse race. The sensation of his hand over my mouth, his warm breath so close, heightened the intensity of it all.
“See, it doesn’t have to be complicated,” he continued, his tone flirtatious, playful even. “No need to overthink it. Just let yourself enjoy it. You know you want to.”
His fingers brushed lightly against my lips as he spoke, sending another shiver through me. “You’ve been on my mind too, you know. The way you reacted, the way you looked at me—I could tell you liked it. And I liked it too.”
His words were smooth, confident, each one making the situation feel more charged, more intimate. “We don’t have to label it or explain it to anyone. It’s just us, right here, right now.”
He kept his hand firmly over my mouth, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as he leaned in a bit closer. “So why don’t we just keep this our little secret? Something special, just between us.”
His voice, his touch, everything about this moment felt dangerously seductive. The way he talked, the way he made it sound so simple, so easy, drew me in even deeper.
To be continued…
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Chapter 1: Gagged by Impulse; Part 3:
After that night, things between Luke and I changed. We started going out more, finding ourselves drawn to each other in ways that went beyond simple friendship. It was subtle at first—grabbing a drink at the local pub, heading out for a late-night walk, or meeting up just to hang out. But there was always an undercurrent, something unspoken that lingered between us.
The places we went became like a backdrop for the strange connection and our fetish we shared. At the pub, while sitting in a dimly lit booth, Luke would lean in close, his voice dropping to a whisper as he slid his hand over my mouth. The buzz of conversation around us faded into the background, my focus narrowing to the sensation of his hand, the way it silenced me in a room full of people. The thrill was undeniable—a mix of fear and excitement, knowing we were doing something so private in such a public space.
Then there were the nights when we’d wander the city, ending up on the side of a building in an empty alley. The shadows would stretch long and dark, the only sound our footsteps echoing off the walls. Without warning, Luke would pin me against the cold brick, his hand clamping over my mouth as he stared into my eyes. The isolation of the alley, the feeling of being hidden away yet still out in the open, made the moment feel dangerous, forbidden. My heart would pound in my chest, the tension between us crackling like electricity.
But it wasn’t just the public places. Sometimes, we’d stay at home, the quiet of my apartment wrapping around us as we sat on the couch or lay in bed. It was there, in the privacy of my own space, that Luke’s hand over my mouth felt the most intimate. The sensation was both comforting and exhilarating, like a secret ritual we both craved. There was something about the way he’d do it—so natural, so confident—that made it impossible to resist. The more he did it, the more I found myself wanting it.
It became like an addiction, this strange need for his control, the feeling of being silenced, of surrendering in those moments. Whether we were out in public or alone together, the touch of his hand over my mouth stirred something deep within me—a mix of arousal and submission that I couldn’t ignore. It was as if each time he did it, the connection between us grew stronger, the bond more intense.
And with each time, I could feel myself sinking deeper into it, the line between desire and obsession blurring more and more.
One night, there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Luke before I even opened it. There was a pattern to his visits now—unannounced, always with that same easy confidence that made it hard to say no.
I opened the door, and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe with that familiar smirk on his face. “Hey,” I said, my tone light, teasing. “You know, you can’t always just show up whenever you want to—
Before I could finish, Luke’s hand was already over my mouth, silencing me instantly. His touch was firm but not rough, and the suddenness of it made my heart skip a beat.
“I thought I’d spice things up a bit tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and full of intent.
His hand slipped away, leaving me momentarily breathless. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Luke’s grin widened as he reached into his bag, pulling out a few items one by one. First, he revealed a pair of sleek latex gloves, their white surface gleaming under the light. Next, he produced a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves, the kind used for cleaning. Finally, he showed a pair of blue nitrile gloves, their texture slightly different from the others.
I looked at the assortment of gloves, a mix of curiosity and excitement bubbling up inside me. “Interesting choices,” I said, my voice tinged with anticipation. “What are we doing with these?”
Luke’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, I thought we could try something new. See which ones you like best, maybe.”
The idea of experimenting with these different gloves, with the implications of what they might mean, added a whole new layer to our usual interactions. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what might come next.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked, a mix of eagerness and curiosity in my voice.
Luke’s grin widened as he stretched his wrist into one of the latex gloves with a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over his fingers. The gloves stretch snugly over his hands, their sleek surface catching the light. The sound of the latex as it snaps into place added a tactile edge to the anticipation building between us.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Just getting ready for a bit of fun,” he said with a teasing tone.
“This is going to be hot,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement as I anticipated what was to come.
Before I could say more, Luke clamped his hand over my mouth again, the smooth surface of the latex gloves stretched across his palm pressed firmly against my lips. The sensation was both familiar and thrilling, the cool, smooth texture of the gloves making it feel different from before.
Luke pulled me into him from behind, his movements confident and purposeful. One gloved hand remained firmly over my mouth, the latex pressed against my lips, while his other hand started to explore my chest. His touch was deliberate, teasing, sending a thrill through me.
His voice was low and dirty, his words dripping with seductive intent. “You like how this feels, don’t you? Just imagine what else I might do with these latex gloves. You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to make sure you remember it.”
“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I moaned softly into his gloved hand, the sound muffled but filled with the raw, erotic pleasure of the moment. The sensation of his touch, combined with the dirty talk, sent shivers through me. The combination of the gloves and his words heightened my arousal, making every second feel intensely intimate and electrifying.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he started to whisper. “You know,” he murmured, “with these gloves, I can do whatever I want. I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. And you’ll love every second of it.”
Luke’s hand continued its exploration, his fingers brushing lightly over my chest, teasing and taunting. “Feel that?” he said, his voice low and breathy. “Just imagine what else I could do. All you have to do is let go and enjoy it.”
His dirty talk, combined with the way his latex gloved hand covered my mouth and his roaming touch, made the experience feel intensely intimate and exhilarating. Every touch, every whispered word added to the growing heat between us, making my moans a continuous, involuntary response to the pleasure and control he exerts.
“Mmm.. Mmpph! Mmppphh!” I moan softly into his latex gloved hand, the sound muffled but filled with a mix of anticipation and pleasure. His wandering touch across my chest sent waves of sensation through me, each caress making my body respond instinctively. My moans grew more frequent, each one a testament to how intensely the moment is affecting me. “Mmm! Mmpph! Mmm! Mmpphh!”
As Luke finally released me, I was left panting and quivering, my body still tingling from the intensity of the moment. I took in deep breaths, trying to steady myself, but the arousal was palpable, and the lingering sensation of his touch keeps me on edge. My cock was bulging in the front of my pants as it grew harder and harder.
Luke watched me for a moment, a satisfied grin on his face. Without missing a beat, he pulled off the latex gloves with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing his hands beneath. Then, he reached into his bag and pulls out the bright yellow rubber gloves, slipping them on with a soft, distinct snap. He stretched his wrist into the first rubber glove. With a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over his fingers. He slipped his other hand into the other rubber glove, his fingertips dancing their way into the finger holes of the glove, as it snapped back against his wrist. The sound of the latex, the sharp crackle and stretch, seemed to intensify the surroundings.
He stepped back toward me, and before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his rubber gloved hand pressing firmly over my mouth once more. The texture of the yellow rubber is different from the latex—rougher and more pronounced, adding a new layer of sensation to his touch.
Luke leaned in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “The way you’re trembling, the way you moan when I touch you… It’s like you’re made for this.”
I couldn’t help but moan into his hand again, the sound muffled but filled with raw, unfiltered pleasure. “Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphhh!” His dirty talk continued, each word dripping with a mix of dominance and seduction. “These rubber gloves are just the beginning. I’m going to keep you on edge, make you crave every touch, every moment of control I have over you.”
His words, combined with the firm pressure of the rubber gloves and the way his arms held me, made the experience feel intensely intimate and erotic. My body responded instinctively, every part of me attuned to the thrilling control he exerted.
As Luke held me from behind, my moans became louder, the intensity of his touch making it impossible to contain my pleasure. The yellow rubber gloves felt different, their texture adding a new dimension to the sensations coursing through my body. His other hand roamed freely, exploring every curve, every inch of my body with a mix of teasing and purposeful strokes.
Luke’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I can hear you getting louder,” he murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. “If you keep moaning like that, I might have to gag you. Would you like that?”
His words, combined with the smooth texture of the gloves and the way his hand explored my chest, sent a rush of arousal through me. My cock was throbbing. I was incredibly turned on, my body responding instinctively to his touch. The thought of being gagged only heightened my excitement, adding another layer to the intense pleasure I was feeling.
Luke noticed my arousal, his eyes flickering with satisfaction as he felt the evidence of my desire. Slowly, his hand drifted from my chest, moving deliberately between my thighs. The touch was slow, exploratory, and the anticipation of where his hand was heading made me moan even more.
As his fingers brushed against my cock, the sensation was electrifying. I couldn’t help but respond with a mixture of pleasure and eagerness, my body quivering with every movement. The intensity of his touch, combined with his dirty talk and the promise of what might come next, made the moment feel overwhelmingly erotic.
Luke’s hand moved deliberately, his fingers pressing and rubbing the contour of my cock through my pants. The sensation was intense, a mix of pressure and friction that sent waves of pleasure through me. He continued to explore, his touch sliding and rubbing between my legs, each motion calculated to maximize the sensation.
“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I couldn’t help but moan, the sound escaping muffled through his gloved hand. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and my body responded eagerly to his touch.
Luke leaned in even closer, his voice a husky whisper filled with a dark, seductive promise. “You like that, don’t you? The way I’m making you squirm. If you keep moaning like this, I’ll have to gag you. Imagine how that would feel—how it would stop you from making any noise while I keep touching you.”
He continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his dirty talk making everything feel even more intense. “I’ll find something to stuff in your mouth, something to keep you quiet while I make you beg for more. You won’t be able to say a word, just moan and writhe while I play with you.”
The combination of his touch and his explicit words sent a jolt of arousal through me, heightening the pleasure and making my body respond more intensely. The thought of being gagged, of being silenced while he continued to pleasure me, only added to the thrill of the moment.
Suddenly, my phone rang, cutting through the charged atmosphere. I glanced at the screen and see Melissa’s ringtone lighting up. Panic flared briefly as I realized I need to answer it.
“I have to take this,” I say to Luke, slowly pulling his hand away from my lips, my voice strained with urgency. “It might be important.”
I quickly answered the call, trying to keep my composure. “Hey, Melissa. What’s up?”
Her voice came through the phone, tinged with concern. “I was worried about you. You haven’t responded to my texts. Is everything okay?”
I tried to sound casual, though my heart is racing, my cock throbbing. “Oh, I’ve just been busy with… stuff. Nothing to worry about.”
As I spoke, I glanced at Luke, who was watching me with an amused yet curious expression. I instinctively clamped my hand over his mouth to keep him silent, trying to mask any sounds he might make. He moaned softly, but quietly enough that he wouldn’t be heard through the phone.
Melissa’s voice was soothing as she responded, “Alright, just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.”
“I love you too,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “I’ll call you back later. Goodnight.”
We exchanged quick goodbyes, and as the call ended, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hung up the phone and looked at Luke, who was still silent under my hand. The situation felt both exhilarating and stressful, adding a new layer of secrecy to our encounter.
As I hung up the phone, a pang of guilt hit me. The secret I was keeping from Melissa, the deception, it all weighed heavily on me. This no longer felt like just “two guys hanging out”. Luke seemed to sense my internal conflict. He gently placed his rubber gloved hand over mine while it was still cupped over his mouth. The gesture felt oddly comforting, and I found myself oddly attracted to the way he was acknowledging the situation.
“Where were we?” I asked, trying to refocus on the moment despite my swirling emotions.
Luke smiled beneath my hand, his eyes twinkling with a mix of understanding and mischief. He slowly removed my hand from his mouth, the connection between us feeling intimate and charged.
“Maybe we should pick this up another time,” he said, his voice a mix of disappointment and promise.
I was reluctant to let him go. “Don’t go,” I pleaded softly, hoping to prolong our time together.
Luke’s response was swift; he placed his gloved hand back over my mouth, silencing me gently. The touch of the gloves against my skin felt both authoritative and seductive. He then carefully removed the gloves, leaving them on the couch, and with a final, lingering look, he headed for the door.
As he left, my heart was pounding. The combination of the guilt, the attraction, and the secret made the moment feel overwhelmingly intense. I watched him go, feeling the weight of our unspoken connection and the promise of more to come.
To be continued…
After that night, things between Luke and I changed. We started going out more, finding ourselves drawn to each other in ways that went beyond simple friendship. It was subtle at first—grabbing a drink at the local pub, heading out for a late-night walk, or meeting up just to hang out. But there was always an undercurrent, something unspoken that lingered between us.
The places we went became like a backdrop for the strange connection and our fetish we shared. At the pub, while sitting in a dimly lit booth, Luke would lean in close, his voice dropping to a whisper as he slid his hand over my mouth. The buzz of conversation around us faded into the background, my focus narrowing to the sensation of his hand, the way it silenced me in a room full of people. The thrill was undeniable—a mix of fear and excitement, knowing we were doing something so private in such a public space.
Then there were the nights when we’d wander the city, ending up on the side of a building in an empty alley. The shadows would stretch long and dark, the only sound our footsteps echoing off the walls. Without warning, Luke would pin me against the cold brick, his hand clamping over my mouth as he stared into my eyes. The isolation of the alley, the feeling of being hidden away yet still out in the open, made the moment feel dangerous, forbidden. My heart would pound in my chest, the tension between us crackling like electricity.
But it wasn’t just the public places. Sometimes, we’d stay at home, the quiet of my apartment wrapping around us as we sat on the couch or lay in bed. It was there, in the privacy of my own space, that Luke’s hand over my mouth felt the most intimate. The sensation was both comforting and exhilarating, like a secret ritual we both craved. There was something about the way he’d do it—so natural, so confident—that made it impossible to resist. The more he did it, the more I found myself wanting it.
It became like an addiction, this strange need for his control, the feeling of being silenced, of surrendering in those moments. Whether we were out in public or alone together, the touch of his hand over my mouth stirred something deep within me—a mix of arousal and submission that I couldn’t ignore. It was as if each time he did it, the connection between us grew stronger, the bond more intense.
And with each time, I could feel myself sinking deeper into it, the line between desire and obsession blurring more and more.
One night, there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Luke before I even opened it. There was a pattern to his visits now—unannounced, always with that same easy confidence that made it hard to say no.
I opened the door, and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe with that familiar smirk on his face. “Hey,” I said, my tone light, teasing. “You know, you can’t always just show up whenever you want to—
Before I could finish, Luke’s hand was already over my mouth, silencing me instantly. His touch was firm but not rough, and the suddenness of it made my heart skip a beat.
“I thought I’d spice things up a bit tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and full of intent.
His hand slipped away, leaving me momentarily breathless. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Luke’s grin widened as he reached into his bag, pulling out a few items one by one. First, he revealed a pair of sleek latex gloves, their white surface gleaming under the light. Next, he produced a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves, the kind used for cleaning. Finally, he showed a pair of blue nitrile gloves, their texture slightly different from the others.
I looked at the assortment of gloves, a mix of curiosity and excitement bubbling up inside me. “Interesting choices,” I said, my voice tinged with anticipation. “What are we doing with these?”
Luke’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, I thought we could try something new. See which ones you like best, maybe.”
The idea of experimenting with these different gloves, with the implications of what they might mean, added a whole new layer to our usual interactions. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what might come next.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked, a mix of eagerness and curiosity in my voice.
Luke’s grin widened as he stretched his wrist into one of the latex gloves with a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over his fingers. The gloves stretch snugly over his hands, their sleek surface catching the light. The sound of the latex as it snaps into place added a tactile edge to the anticipation building between us.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Just getting ready for a bit of fun,” he said with a teasing tone.
“This is going to be hot,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement as I anticipated what was to come.
Before I could say more, Luke clamped his hand over my mouth again, the smooth surface of the latex gloves stretched across his palm pressed firmly against my lips. The sensation was both familiar and thrilling, the cool, smooth texture of the gloves making it feel different from before.
Luke pulled me into him from behind, his movements confident and purposeful. One gloved hand remained firmly over my mouth, the latex pressed against my lips, while his other hand started to explore my chest. His touch was deliberate, teasing, sending a thrill through me.
His voice was low and dirty, his words dripping with seductive intent. “You like how this feels, don’t you? Just imagine what else I might do with these latex gloves. You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to make sure you remember it.”
“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I moaned softly into his gloved hand, the sound muffled but filled with the raw, erotic pleasure of the moment. The sensation of his touch, combined with the dirty talk, sent shivers through me. The combination of the gloves and his words heightened my arousal, making every second feel intensely intimate and electrifying.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he started to whisper. “You know,” he murmured, “with these gloves, I can do whatever I want. I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. And you’ll love every second of it.”
Luke’s hand continued its exploration, his fingers brushing lightly over my chest, teasing and taunting. “Feel that?” he said, his voice low and breathy. “Just imagine what else I could do. All you have to do is let go and enjoy it.”
His dirty talk, combined with the way his latex gloved hand covered my mouth and his roaming touch, made the experience feel intensely intimate and exhilarating. Every touch, every whispered word added to the growing heat between us, making my moans a continuous, involuntary response to the pleasure and control he exerts.
“Mmm.. Mmpph! Mmppphh!” I moan softly into his latex gloved hand, the sound muffled but filled with a mix of anticipation and pleasure. His wandering touch across my chest sent waves of sensation through me, each caress making my body respond instinctively. My moans grew more frequent, each one a testament to how intensely the moment is affecting me. “Mmm! Mmpph! Mmm! Mmpphh!”
As Luke finally released me, I was left panting and quivering, my body still tingling from the intensity of the moment. I took in deep breaths, trying to steady myself, but the arousal was palpable, and the lingering sensation of his touch keeps me on edge. My cock was bulging in the front of my pants as it grew harder and harder.
Luke watched me for a moment, a satisfied grin on his face. Without missing a beat, he pulled off the latex gloves with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing his hands beneath. Then, he reached into his bag and pulls out the bright yellow rubber gloves, slipping them on with a soft, distinct snap. He stretched his wrist into the first rubber glove. With a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over his fingers. He slipped his other hand into the other rubber glove, his fingertips dancing their way into the finger holes of the glove, as it snapped back against his wrist. The sound of the latex, the sharp crackle and stretch, seemed to intensify the surroundings.
He stepped back toward me, and before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his rubber gloved hand pressing firmly over my mouth once more. The texture of the yellow rubber is different from the latex—rougher and more pronounced, adding a new layer of sensation to his touch.
Luke leaned in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “The way you’re trembling, the way you moan when I touch you… It’s like you’re made for this.”
I couldn’t help but moan into his hand again, the sound muffled but filled with raw, unfiltered pleasure. “Mmmpph! Mmm.. Mmpphhh!” His dirty talk continued, each word dripping with a mix of dominance and seduction. “These rubber gloves are just the beginning. I’m going to keep you on edge, make you crave every touch, every moment of control I have over you.”
His words, combined with the firm pressure of the rubber gloves and the way his arms held me, made the experience feel intensely intimate and erotic. My body responded instinctively, every part of me attuned to the thrilling control he exerted.
As Luke held me from behind, my moans became louder, the intensity of his touch making it impossible to contain my pleasure. The yellow rubber gloves felt different, their texture adding a new dimension to the sensations coursing through my body. His other hand roamed freely, exploring every curve, every inch of my body with a mix of teasing and purposeful strokes.
Luke’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I can hear you getting louder,” he murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. “If you keep moaning like that, I might have to gag you. Would you like that?”
His words, combined with the smooth texture of the gloves and the way his hand explored my chest, sent a rush of arousal through me. My cock was throbbing. I was incredibly turned on, my body responding instinctively to his touch. The thought of being gagged only heightened my excitement, adding another layer to the intense pleasure I was feeling.
Luke noticed my arousal, his eyes flickering with satisfaction as he felt the evidence of my desire. Slowly, his hand drifted from my chest, moving deliberately between my thighs. The touch was slow, exploratory, and the anticipation of where his hand was heading made me moan even more.
As his fingers brushed against my cock, the sensation was electrifying. I couldn’t help but respond with a mixture of pleasure and eagerness, my body quivering with every movement. The intensity of his touch, combined with his dirty talk and the promise of what might come next, made the moment feel overwhelmingly erotic.
Luke’s hand moved deliberately, his fingers pressing and rubbing the contour of my cock through my pants. The sensation was intense, a mix of pressure and friction that sent waves of pleasure through me. He continued to explore, his touch sliding and rubbing between my legs, each motion calculated to maximize the sensation.
“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I couldn’t help but moan, the sound escaping muffled through his gloved hand. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and my body responded eagerly to his touch.
Luke leaned in even closer, his voice a husky whisper filled with a dark, seductive promise. “You like that, don’t you? The way I’m making you squirm. If you keep moaning like this, I’ll have to gag you. Imagine how that would feel—how it would stop you from making any noise while I keep touching you.”
He continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his dirty talk making everything feel even more intense. “I’ll find something to stuff in your mouth, something to keep you quiet while I make you beg for more. You won’t be able to say a word, just moan and writhe while I play with you.”
The combination of his touch and his explicit words sent a jolt of arousal through me, heightening the pleasure and making my body respond more intensely. The thought of being gagged, of being silenced while he continued to pleasure me, only added to the thrill of the moment.
Suddenly, my phone rang, cutting through the charged atmosphere. I glanced at the screen and see Melissa’s ringtone lighting up. Panic flared briefly as I realized I need to answer it.
“I have to take this,” I say to Luke, slowly pulling his hand away from my lips, my voice strained with urgency. “It might be important.”
I quickly answered the call, trying to keep my composure. “Hey, Melissa. What’s up?”
Her voice came through the phone, tinged with concern. “I was worried about you. You haven’t responded to my texts. Is everything okay?”
I tried to sound casual, though my heart is racing, my cock throbbing. “Oh, I’ve just been busy with… stuff. Nothing to worry about.”
As I spoke, I glanced at Luke, who was watching me with an amused yet curious expression. I instinctively clamped my hand over his mouth to keep him silent, trying to mask any sounds he might make. He moaned softly, but quietly enough that he wouldn’t be heard through the phone.
Melissa’s voice was soothing as she responded, “Alright, just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.”
“I love you too,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “I’ll call you back later. Goodnight.”
We exchanged quick goodbyes, and as the call ended, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hung up the phone and looked at Luke, who was still silent under my hand. The situation felt both exhilarating and stressful, adding a new layer of secrecy to our encounter.
As I hung up the phone, a pang of guilt hit me. The secret I was keeping from Melissa, the deception, it all weighed heavily on me. This no longer felt like just “two guys hanging out”. Luke seemed to sense my internal conflict. He gently placed his rubber gloved hand over mine while it was still cupped over his mouth. The gesture felt oddly comforting, and I found myself oddly attracted to the way he was acknowledging the situation.
“Where were we?” I asked, trying to refocus on the moment despite my swirling emotions.
Luke smiled beneath my hand, his eyes twinkling with a mix of understanding and mischief. He slowly removed my hand from his mouth, the connection between us feeling intimate and charged.
“Maybe we should pick this up another time,” he said, his voice a mix of disappointment and promise.
I was reluctant to let him go. “Don’t go,” I pleaded softly, hoping to prolong our time together.
Luke’s response was swift; he placed his gloved hand back over my mouth, silencing me gently. The touch of the gloves against my skin felt both authoritative and seductive. He then carefully removed the gloves, leaving them on the couch, and with a final, lingering look, he headed for the door.
As he left, my heart was pounding. The combination of the guilt, the attraction, and the secret made the moment feel overwhelmingly intense. I watched him go, feeling the weight of our unspoken connection and the promise of more to come.
To be continued…
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Chapter 2: Hand Over Mouth; Part 1:
The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Luke. Every moment alone, my mind drifted back to the feel of his hand over my mouth, the sensation of the rubber gloves against my skin, and the way he knew exactly what to say to drive me wild. His voice, low and dirty, still echoed in my thoughts, especially the way he promised to gag me if I got too loud. The memory of it sent a shiver down my spine, and before I realized it, I’m thinking about Luke more than I think about Melissa.
By the time night fell, I was caught in a loop, replaying every moment, every touch. When there was a knock at my door, my heart skipped a beat, and I already knew who it was.
Luke stood there, his expression a mix of hesitation and longing. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I don’t want to get in the way of you and Melissa.”
Before he could say more, I reached out and clamped my hand over his mouth, silencing him. The touch was firm but gentle, a mirror of what he had done to me so many times before. I let my hand linger, feeling the warmth of his breath against my palm. The moment was thick with unspoken tension, and the connection between us felt almost palpable.
“Don’t speak,” I told him quietly, my eyes locking onto his. I could feel the conflict within me, but the pull toward him is undeniable. The silence stretched, filled with the weight of everything we were not saying, everything we were feeling. Luke’s eyes softened, and he nodded slightly beneath my hand, understanding passing between us without the need for words.
I kept my hand clamped firmly over Luke’s mouth, the warmth of his breath against my palm intensifying the connection between us. His eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the anticipation in them. Leaning in closer, I whispered, “Did you bring the rubber gloves?”
Luke nodded beneath my hand, his expression eager yet restrained. The confirmation sent a thrill through me, my body already responding to the thought of what was to come.
“I want you to gag me tonight,” I said, my voice hushed but filled with desire. “I want to feel those rubber gloves over my mouth, silencing me. I want you to take control, to push me to the edge like you did before. Make me moan, make me squirm under your touch, and don’t stop until I can’t take it anymore.”
“Mmm.. Mmpph…” Luke’s muffled response came through as a soft hum against my hand, his eyes darkening with arousal. He nodded again, his agreement clear even though I was keeping him silent.
I pressed on, the kinky and dirty talk flowing more easily now, my voice a low, seductive whisper. “I want you to keep me quiet, to see just how far you can push me. Make me beg without saying a word, tease me until I’m trembling and desperate. I want to feel your hands all over me, controlling me, making me yours.”
Luke’s breathing grew heavier beneath my hand, and his nods became more insistent. The power dynamic between us, with me keeping him silent while I spelled out exactly what I wanted, only heightened the intensity of the moment. The tension between us felt almost electric, and I could tell he was as turned on as I was, ready to fulfill every dark, dirty desire I had just laid bare.
With my hand still firmly clamped over Luke’s mouth, I leaned in closer, the air between us charged with anticipation. “Are you going to gag me?” I asked, my voice low and laced with desire.
“Mmmpph! Mmpphhh!!” Luke moaned softly beneath my hand, the sound muffled but unmistakably eager. He nodded, his eyes darkening as they locked onto mine.
I pressed on, the words slipping out in a heated rush. “I want you to gag me,” I whispered, my breath catching with excitement. “I want you to use those rubber gloves on me, to make sure I can’t make a sound. I want to feel them covering my mouth, keeping me quiet while you do whatever you want.”
“Mmm! Mmpph! Mmpphh!” Luke moaned again, a deeper, more urgent sound, and his nods grew more insistent. The thought of him gagging me, of being at his mercy, sent a shiver of arousal through me.
“Use those gloves on me,” I continued, my voice huskier now, thick with need. “Gag me, make me helpless under your control. I want you to push me to the limit, to keep me from making a single noise while you have your way with me. I need to feel the pressure of your hand, the texture of those gloves, silencing me while I’m completely at your mercy.”
The power dynamic, with me dictating my desires while he was rendered silent, only intensified the heat between us. Luke’s eyes burned with arousal, his nods now urgent as he agreed to everything I had just demanded. The anticipation of what was to come, of finally being gagged and taken the way I had asked, filled the room with a palpable tension that had my heart racing and my body aching for his touch.
With my hand still firmly covering Luke’s mouth, I watched as he reached into his pocket, his movements deliberate and slow. He pulled out a pair of latex gloves, the sight of them sending a jolt of anticipation through me. Luke’s eyes never left mine as he carefully slipped the gloves on, the sound of the latex stretching and snapping into place only heightening the tension between us.
“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I can’t get it out of my head—your hand over my mouth, those rubber gloves, the way you control me. I want it so badly, Luke. I want you to take me right to the edge again.”
He nodded slightly beneath my hand, his eyes dark with arousal, and I could feel his breath quickening against my palm pressed to his lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body aching with the need for him to fulfill the fantasies that had consumed me.
Luke slowly lifted his gloved hand, his eyes still locked on mine as he gently removed my hand from his mouth. Without a word, he placed his latex-covered hand over my mouth, the smooth, cool texture of the glove sending a shiver down my spine. The pressure was firm, authoritative, exactly what I had been craving.
The feeling of his rubber gloved hand silencing me was everything I imagined, and more. The weight of the moment, the realization that he was about to fulfill my deepest desires, made the experience even more intense. My heart raced as I surrendered completely to him, the sensation of the latex against my lips and the knowledge that I was finally getting what I had been yearning for, driving me wild with anticipation.
Luke moved with a calm, deliberate pace, the anticipation making every second feel electric. He slipped his gloved hand behind my neck and, with a firm yet gentle pull, lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from his touch. He immediately placed one hand back over my mouth, the latex smooth and commanding, while his other hand trailed down my chest, fingers splayed, exploring every inch of exposed skin. I lightly cupped my hand back over his mouth, just to feel.
His touch was light at first, tracing the contours of my muscles, but it soon became more assertive, his hand wandering around my body, feeling out every curve and plane. I couldn’t help the low moan that escapes, muffled against his gloved hand, the sound vibrating through the latex. The sensation of his hand on my mouth, coupled with his exploration, was intoxicating.
“Mmm.. Mmph.. Mmm.. Mmpphh..” I tried to speak, to beg him to gag me, but the words came out as little more than desperate, muffled pleas. Luke pulled me in closer, his gloved hand pressing against my chest, his fingers trailing down my sides, exploring the sensitive spots along my ribs. The intensity of his touch sent shivers through me, my body responding eagerly to his every move.
Unable to resist, I removed my hand from his mouth, giving him the chance to speak. His eyes were locked onto mine, dark with desire and intent.
“You want me to gag you?” Luke murmured, his voice low and teasing, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. “I’ll do that, but not until I’ve had my fun. I want to hear you try to beg while you can barely speak, to feel you squirm against me while I control every breath you take.”
He paused, letting his words sink in as his hand moved lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of my pants. “I’m going to drive you wild, make you desperate for it. I’ll keep you on the edge until you’re begging with your eyes because you can’t say a word. And then, when I’m ready, I’ll gag you so tight you won’t be able to make a sound.”
His words sent another wave of arousal crashing through me, my body trembling under his control. My cock was hard and throbbing. The way he described what he wanted to do to me—taking me to the brink and holding me there, making me helpless beneath him—only made the moment more intense, more charged with desire. I couldn’t help but moan again, the sound muffled and needy, as I surrendered to the power he had over me. “Mmmpph!”
To be continued…
The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Luke. Every moment alone, my mind drifted back to the feel of his hand over my mouth, the sensation of the rubber gloves against my skin, and the way he knew exactly what to say to drive me wild. His voice, low and dirty, still echoed in my thoughts, especially the way he promised to gag me if I got too loud. The memory of it sent a shiver down my spine, and before I realized it, I’m thinking about Luke more than I think about Melissa.
By the time night fell, I was caught in a loop, replaying every moment, every touch. When there was a knock at my door, my heart skipped a beat, and I already knew who it was.
Luke stood there, his expression a mix of hesitation and longing. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I don’t want to get in the way of you and Melissa.”
Before he could say more, I reached out and clamped my hand over his mouth, silencing him. The touch was firm but gentle, a mirror of what he had done to me so many times before. I let my hand linger, feeling the warmth of his breath against my palm. The moment was thick with unspoken tension, and the connection between us felt almost palpable.
“Don’t speak,” I told him quietly, my eyes locking onto his. I could feel the conflict within me, but the pull toward him is undeniable. The silence stretched, filled with the weight of everything we were not saying, everything we were feeling. Luke’s eyes softened, and he nodded slightly beneath my hand, understanding passing between us without the need for words.
I kept my hand clamped firmly over Luke’s mouth, the warmth of his breath against my palm intensifying the connection between us. His eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the anticipation in them. Leaning in closer, I whispered, “Did you bring the rubber gloves?”
Luke nodded beneath my hand, his expression eager yet restrained. The confirmation sent a thrill through me, my body already responding to the thought of what was to come.
“I want you to gag me tonight,” I said, my voice hushed but filled with desire. “I want to feel those rubber gloves over my mouth, silencing me. I want you to take control, to push me to the edge like you did before. Make me moan, make me squirm under your touch, and don’t stop until I can’t take it anymore.”
“Mmm.. Mmpph…” Luke’s muffled response came through as a soft hum against my hand, his eyes darkening with arousal. He nodded again, his agreement clear even though I was keeping him silent.
I pressed on, the kinky and dirty talk flowing more easily now, my voice a low, seductive whisper. “I want you to keep me quiet, to see just how far you can push me. Make me beg without saying a word, tease me until I’m trembling and desperate. I want to feel your hands all over me, controlling me, making me yours.”
Luke’s breathing grew heavier beneath my hand, and his nods became more insistent. The power dynamic between us, with me keeping him silent while I spelled out exactly what I wanted, only heightened the intensity of the moment. The tension between us felt almost electric, and I could tell he was as turned on as I was, ready to fulfill every dark, dirty desire I had just laid bare.
With my hand still firmly clamped over Luke’s mouth, I leaned in closer, the air between us charged with anticipation. “Are you going to gag me?” I asked, my voice low and laced with desire.
“Mmmpph! Mmpphhh!!” Luke moaned softly beneath my hand, the sound muffled but unmistakably eager. He nodded, his eyes darkening as they locked onto mine.
I pressed on, the words slipping out in a heated rush. “I want you to gag me,” I whispered, my breath catching with excitement. “I want you to use those rubber gloves on me, to make sure I can’t make a sound. I want to feel them covering my mouth, keeping me quiet while you do whatever you want.”
“Mmm! Mmpph! Mmpphh!” Luke moaned again, a deeper, more urgent sound, and his nods grew more insistent. The thought of him gagging me, of being at his mercy, sent a shiver of arousal through me.
“Use those gloves on me,” I continued, my voice huskier now, thick with need. “Gag me, make me helpless under your control. I want you to push me to the limit, to keep me from making a single noise while you have your way with me. I need to feel the pressure of your hand, the texture of those gloves, silencing me while I’m completely at your mercy.”
The power dynamic, with me dictating my desires while he was rendered silent, only intensified the heat between us. Luke’s eyes burned with arousal, his nods now urgent as he agreed to everything I had just demanded. The anticipation of what was to come, of finally being gagged and taken the way I had asked, filled the room with a palpable tension that had my heart racing and my body aching for his touch.
With my hand still firmly covering Luke’s mouth, I watched as he reached into his pocket, his movements deliberate and slow. He pulled out a pair of latex gloves, the sight of them sending a jolt of anticipation through me. Luke’s eyes never left mine as he carefully slipped the gloves on, the sound of the latex stretching and snapping into place only heightening the tension between us.
“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I can’t get it out of my head—your hand over my mouth, those rubber gloves, the way you control me. I want it so badly, Luke. I want you to take me right to the edge again.”
He nodded slightly beneath my hand, his eyes dark with arousal, and I could feel his breath quickening against my palm pressed to his lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body aching with the need for him to fulfill the fantasies that had consumed me.
Luke slowly lifted his gloved hand, his eyes still locked on mine as he gently removed my hand from his mouth. Without a word, he placed his latex-covered hand over my mouth, the smooth, cool texture of the glove sending a shiver down my spine. The pressure was firm, authoritative, exactly what I had been craving.
The feeling of his rubber gloved hand silencing me was everything I imagined, and more. The weight of the moment, the realization that he was about to fulfill my deepest desires, made the experience even more intense. My heart raced as I surrendered completely to him, the sensation of the latex against my lips and the knowledge that I was finally getting what I had been yearning for, driving me wild with anticipation.
Luke moved with a calm, deliberate pace, the anticipation making every second feel electric. He slipped his gloved hand behind my neck and, with a firm yet gentle pull, lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from his touch. He immediately placed one hand back over my mouth, the latex smooth and commanding, while his other hand trailed down my chest, fingers splayed, exploring every inch of exposed skin. I lightly cupped my hand back over his mouth, just to feel.
His touch was light at first, tracing the contours of my muscles, but it soon became more assertive, his hand wandering around my body, feeling out every curve and plane. I couldn’t help the low moan that escapes, muffled against his gloved hand, the sound vibrating through the latex. The sensation of his hand on my mouth, coupled with his exploration, was intoxicating.
“Mmm.. Mmph.. Mmm.. Mmpphh..” I tried to speak, to beg him to gag me, but the words came out as little more than desperate, muffled pleas. Luke pulled me in closer, his gloved hand pressing against my chest, his fingers trailing down my sides, exploring the sensitive spots along my ribs. The intensity of his touch sent shivers through me, my body responding eagerly to his every move.
Unable to resist, I removed my hand from his mouth, giving him the chance to speak. His eyes were locked onto mine, dark with desire and intent.
“You want me to gag you?” Luke murmured, his voice low and teasing, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. “I’ll do that, but not until I’ve had my fun. I want to hear you try to beg while you can barely speak, to feel you squirm against me while I control every breath you take.”
He paused, letting his words sink in as his hand moved lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of my pants. “I’m going to drive you wild, make you desperate for it. I’ll keep you on the edge until you’re begging with your eyes because you can’t say a word. And then, when I’m ready, I’ll gag you so tight you won’t be able to make a sound.”
His words sent another wave of arousal crashing through me, my body trembling under his control. My cock was hard and throbbing. The way he described what he wanted to do to me—taking me to the brink and holding me there, making me helpless beneath him—only made the moment more intense, more charged with desire. I couldn’t help but moan again, the sound muffled and needy, as I surrendered to the power he had over me. “Mmmpph!”
To be continued…
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Chapter 2: Hand Over Mouth; Part 2:
Luke’s eyes darken with intent as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, peeling it off and revealing his toned chest. The sight of his bare skin made my pulse quicken, the moment charged with raw anticipation. Without wasting a second, he placed his gloved hand back over my mouth, the latex cool and smooth against my lips. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent another shiver through me.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured, “Do you have anything I can gag you with? Bandanas? Ties? Tape?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, the thought of what was coming next making my knees weak. Luke’s hand tightened just a bit, a silent acknowledgment of my response, and he began to guide me toward the bedroom, his body pressed against mine from behind. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close, while his other hand stayed firmly clamped over my mouth, keeping me silent.
As we walked, Luke leaned in to whisper in my ear, his voice low and laced with dirty promises. “I’m going to make sure you can’t make a sound,” he teased, his words sending a thrill of anticipation down my spine. “I want to see you struggle to stay quiet, to feel you try to speak but all that comes out is muffled, desperate noises.”
The palm of his rubber gloved hand pressed tighter against my lips as he continued, “I’ll tie you up, make you mine for the night. I want to hear those muffled moans when I push you to the edge, to see you completely at my mercy. You’re going to love every second of it, begging for more with just your eyes.”
With every word, my body responded, the mixture of fear and excitement swirling inside me. Luke’s presence behind me, his grip on me, the sensation of his hand over my mouth—it was all so intoxicating, so overwhelming. I could feel his breath on my neck, his chest against my back, and the promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air. My cock was hard.
By the time we reach the bedroom, I was trembling with anticipation, every nerve in my body alive with the thrill of what was about to happen.
With Luke’s gloved hand still firmly over my mouth, I reached into the drawer, my fingers quickly finding a handful of sleek black sheer socks and a couple of ties. The soft, smooth fabric slipped between my fingers as I gathered them, the thought of what was coming next sending a thrill through me. Luke’s hand didn’t budge, keeping me silent as I turned back to him.
We walked over to the bed, the room heavy with tension and the promise of what was about to happen. My heart raced as we approached the edge, and without warning, Luke gave me a gentle but firm push, sending me sprawling onto my back on the bed. The mattress gave way beneath me, but before I could even catch my breath, Luke was on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning me down.
His eyes burned with a mix of desire and control as he leaned in close, his gloved hand never leaving its place over my mouth. I could feel the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the latex glove silencing me completely as he spoke.
“I want you,” Luke murmured, his voice husky with intent. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I first touched you. I want to see you gagged, helpless beneath me, unable to make a sound.”
His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body responding instantly to the intensity of the moment. Luke’s hand pressed down just a little harder, a reminder of the power he held over me.
“You’re going to feel those socks in your mouth, keeping you quiet while I take my time with you,” he continued, his tone dark and teasing. “And those ties—they’re going to keep you exactly where I want you, unable to move, unable to resist.”
He shifted his weight slightly, the movement making the bed creak beneath us, his eyes locked onto mine as he spoke. “I’m going to gag you so tight, you won’t be able to make a single sound. Just the two of us, here, with nothing but the sound of your muffled moans and my voice telling you exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps beneath his hand. The sheer force of his words, the way he spoke with such certainty and control, drove me wild with anticipation. The idea of being gagged, of being completely at his mercy, was almost too much to bear, and I found myself nodding slightly, unable to do anything but surrender to his control.
Luke’s grip on me tightened, his hand pressing firmly against my mouth as his eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation. But there was none—just the raw, unfiltered desire to give in to him completely.
Luke’s gloved hand finally slipped away from my mouth, leaving me breathless, my lips tingling from the pressure. I wasted no time, the need and desire coursing through me too strong to resist.
“Please, Luke,” I begged, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Gag me. I need you to gag me. Use those rubber gloves, and make me cum.”
His eyes darkened with lust at my words, the corners of his mouth forming into a wicked grin. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “You’re going to love every second of this. I’m going to make you so desperate, so helpless… and you’re going to beg for more.”
I couldn’t help but shiver at his words, my body responding instinctively to the promise of what was to come. Luke’s gaze flickered down to the black sheer socks in my hand, and he picked one up with deliberate slowness, giving it a little tug as he let the material stretch between his fingers. The fabric was delicate, almost see-through, but there was a certain strength to it, the way it elongated in his grip.
“Open up,” he ordered, his voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
I obeyed, parting my lips as he brought the sock to my mouth. He slid the soft, sleek material in between my lips, the fabric stretching taut as it filled the space in my mouth. The sensation was strange, foreign, but undeniably erotic. The sock stretched as Luke pulled it back, making sure it was snug, before he tied it off tightly behind my head. The knot was secured, pressing the material deep into my mouth, keeping me quiet just as he promised.
The gag stretched between my lips, a constant reminder of my silence, of the power he now held over me. “Mmmph! Mmppph!” I tested it, trying to speak, but all I could manage was a muffled whimper, the sound barely escaping the confines of the sheer sock.
Luke’s eyes blazed with satisfaction as he watched me struggle against the gag, the intensity of the moment making me tremble beneath him. He reached down and brushed his fingers against my cheek, the latex of his glove a sharp contrast to the softness of my skin.
“I want to hear those muffled moans, to see you try to speak but fail,” he teased, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m going to use these rubber gloves, make you feel things you’ve never felt before. And when I’m done, you’re going to be so desperate for release, so completely at my mercy, you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Mmm.. Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I moaned into the gag, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts, the need almost unbearable. The sock stretched and shifted slightly with the movement, but it stayed securely in place, keeping me perfectly silent. Luke’s words sent another surge of desire through me, every fiber of my being focused on the sensation of the gag in my mouth, the feel of his rubber gloved hands on my skin.
He leaned in, his mouth inches from mine, his voice a low, seductive growl. “You’re mine tonight. Every sound, every moan, every breath—you belong to me. And I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.”
To be continued…
Luke’s eyes darken with intent as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, peeling it off and revealing his toned chest. The sight of his bare skin made my pulse quicken, the moment charged with raw anticipation. Without wasting a second, he placed his gloved hand back over my mouth, the latex cool and smooth against my lips. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent another shiver through me.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured, “Do you have anything I can gag you with? Bandanas? Ties? Tape?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, the thought of what was coming next making my knees weak. Luke’s hand tightened just a bit, a silent acknowledgment of my response, and he began to guide me toward the bedroom, his body pressed against mine from behind. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close, while his other hand stayed firmly clamped over my mouth, keeping me silent.
As we walked, Luke leaned in to whisper in my ear, his voice low and laced with dirty promises. “I’m going to make sure you can’t make a sound,” he teased, his words sending a thrill of anticipation down my spine. “I want to see you struggle to stay quiet, to feel you try to speak but all that comes out is muffled, desperate noises.”
The palm of his rubber gloved hand pressed tighter against my lips as he continued, “I’ll tie you up, make you mine for the night. I want to hear those muffled moans when I push you to the edge, to see you completely at my mercy. You’re going to love every second of it, begging for more with just your eyes.”
With every word, my body responded, the mixture of fear and excitement swirling inside me. Luke’s presence behind me, his grip on me, the sensation of his hand over my mouth—it was all so intoxicating, so overwhelming. I could feel his breath on my neck, his chest against my back, and the promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air. My cock was hard.
By the time we reach the bedroom, I was trembling with anticipation, every nerve in my body alive with the thrill of what was about to happen.
With Luke’s gloved hand still firmly over my mouth, I reached into the drawer, my fingers quickly finding a handful of sleek black sheer socks and a couple of ties. The soft, smooth fabric slipped between my fingers as I gathered them, the thought of what was coming next sending a thrill through me. Luke’s hand didn’t budge, keeping me silent as I turned back to him.
We walked over to the bed, the room heavy with tension and the promise of what was about to happen. My heart raced as we approached the edge, and without warning, Luke gave me a gentle but firm push, sending me sprawling onto my back on the bed. The mattress gave way beneath me, but before I could even catch my breath, Luke was on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning me down.
His eyes burned with a mix of desire and control as he leaned in close, his gloved hand never leaving its place over my mouth. I could feel the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the latex glove silencing me completely as he spoke.
“I want you,” Luke murmured, his voice husky with intent. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I first touched you. I want to see you gagged, helpless beneath me, unable to make a sound.”
His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body responding instantly to the intensity of the moment. Luke’s hand pressed down just a little harder, a reminder of the power he held over me.
“You’re going to feel those socks in your mouth, keeping you quiet while I take my time with you,” he continued, his tone dark and teasing. “And those ties—they’re going to keep you exactly where I want you, unable to move, unable to resist.”
He shifted his weight slightly, the movement making the bed creak beneath us, his eyes locked onto mine as he spoke. “I’m going to gag you so tight, you won’t be able to make a single sound. Just the two of us, here, with nothing but the sound of your muffled moans and my voice telling you exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps beneath his hand. The sheer force of his words, the way he spoke with such certainty and control, drove me wild with anticipation. The idea of being gagged, of being completely at his mercy, was almost too much to bear, and I found myself nodding slightly, unable to do anything but surrender to his control.
Luke’s grip on me tightened, his hand pressing firmly against my mouth as his eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation. But there was none—just the raw, unfiltered desire to give in to him completely.
Luke’s gloved hand finally slipped away from my mouth, leaving me breathless, my lips tingling from the pressure. I wasted no time, the need and desire coursing through me too strong to resist.
“Please, Luke,” I begged, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Gag me. I need you to gag me. Use those rubber gloves, and make me cum.”
His eyes darkened with lust at my words, the corners of his mouth forming into a wicked grin. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “You’re going to love every second of this. I’m going to make you so desperate, so helpless… and you’re going to beg for more.”
I couldn’t help but shiver at his words, my body responding instinctively to the promise of what was to come. Luke’s gaze flickered down to the black sheer socks in my hand, and he picked one up with deliberate slowness, giving it a little tug as he let the material stretch between his fingers. The fabric was delicate, almost see-through, but there was a certain strength to it, the way it elongated in his grip.
“Open up,” he ordered, his voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
I obeyed, parting my lips as he brought the sock to my mouth. He slid the soft, sleek material in between my lips, the fabric stretching taut as it filled the space in my mouth. The sensation was strange, foreign, but undeniably erotic. The sock stretched as Luke pulled it back, making sure it was snug, before he tied it off tightly behind my head. The knot was secured, pressing the material deep into my mouth, keeping me quiet just as he promised.
The gag stretched between my lips, a constant reminder of my silence, of the power he now held over me. “Mmmph! Mmppph!” I tested it, trying to speak, but all I could manage was a muffled whimper, the sound barely escaping the confines of the sheer sock.
Luke’s eyes blazed with satisfaction as he watched me struggle against the gag, the intensity of the moment making me tremble beneath him. He reached down and brushed his fingers against my cheek, the latex of his glove a sharp contrast to the softness of my skin.
“I want to hear those muffled moans, to see you try to speak but fail,” he teased, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m going to use these rubber gloves, make you feel things you’ve never felt before. And when I’m done, you’re going to be so desperate for release, so completely at my mercy, you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Mmm.. Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” I moaned into the gag, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts, the need almost unbearable. The sock stretched and shifted slightly with the movement, but it stayed securely in place, keeping me perfectly silent. Luke’s words sent another surge of desire through me, every fiber of my being focused on the sensation of the gag in my mouth, the feel of his rubber gloved hands on my skin.
He leaned in, his mouth inches from mine, his voice a low, seductive growl. “You’re mine tonight. Every sound, every moan, every breath—you belong to me. And I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.”
To be continued…
You had me at “Don’t make me gag you!”