Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

OLLIE

"Tie you up?" he explodes, with the refusal already in his eyes. Just like I suspected he would. But I need to convince him. I need to show him, and myself, that I can do this.

I can have sex just like any other person in the world, and enjoy myself, and I can come while I'm having sex.

"Yes," I say, doing all I can so my voice won't shake. I need to show Hugh how much I want this—want him.

"Ollie, it's your first time?—"

"Exactly," I interrupt. "Shouldn't I get to choose how it happens?" He stays quiet for way too long and I'm happy there's no more hard refusal in his eyes, but there still isn't any peace or happiness there either. "You have to have lots of ties, don't you?" I ask in a whisper, trying to sound sexy.

Hugh snaps his head sharply toward me and his eyes are filled with desire.

"Of course I have ties," he says, his voice coarse.

"Then please, let's go use them," I practically beg. "I want to feel..." God, how can I describe it? "Safe. Secure. Like I can just relax because no matter what my body does, it won't ruin the moment, okay? Please."

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He still looks doubtful.

"One hundred percent." I nod.

"Okay, but you have to tell me if something's wrong. If you want to stop you have to tell me, okay? We can try other things so you feel more secure and relaxed, sweetheart." God, I love that he calls me sweetheart. Mostly because he does it with some heat instead of pity like many people have done throughout my life.

"I'll tell you to stop if I want to stop, and I want to try this thing. Please."

"Okay, come on."

I spring up without hesitation and consider running inside without him when he takes his sweet-ass time putting the fire pit out. But I stay put, and smile widely— this is actually happening —I can barely contain my excitement. My dick's already half-hard just from the anticipation.

The walk through the huge mansion is a blur. The only thing I can focus on is the feel of Hugh's strong grip on my hand.

"Let's get you ready," he murmurs when he turns to me inside his bedroom.

"Tie me up first?" I ask with pleading eyes.

"Ollie—"

"Please trust me. Trust me when I tell you I know why I'm asking you this. I know what I need."

No one's ever trusted me to know what's best for myself. If he can't—well, that thought is almost too unbearable. I need him to trust me, at least with this.

He kisses me, hard. He pulls me closer to him with a hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head. It's perfect, it's enthralling, and it makes me lose my head for a few minutes.

But when the need gets too intense, I grind my crotch against his and it brings it all back.

"Please, Hugh. I need you."

"Do you want to see my ties?" he asks right against my lips.

"You choose," I tell him and wink cheekily.

"Okay." He nods, and I see his throat bob in a rough swallow. He's taking this seriously, and somehow that turns me on even more.

Turns me on enough that the second he's walking away from me into his closet, I start stripping as fast as I can.

I'm lying in bed, naked as the day I was born, when he comes back with what I'm guessing is a stack of at least a dozen ties in his hands. He's frowning down at them as he walks.

"I brought a few so you can choose—" He realizes I'm not where I was when he looks up, and I freaking adore the alarm in his eyes.

"I'm here, Hugh." He visibly relaxes. "Bring at least four. We have to find a way to tie my legs down. Your bed has railings, but I'm not tall enough for my feet to get to the foot of the bed," I muse.

"I can tie two together," he says distractedly as his eyes eat me up. He bites his lower lip when he sees my erection, so I take it in my hand and stroke down slowly.

"Do what you gotta do, but please come over here."

"Yes." He nods adorably, then kneels on the bed by my hip. He talks me through everything he's doing, which I think is more for his sake than mine, but I appreciate it either way.

When he's about to secure the ties around my ankles, though, I have to stop him.

"Wait, I need to be able to bring my legs up."

"Good point." He makes the connection of ties longer, and then I'm all tied up. "God, you look beautiful," he murmurs, and finally touches me. His hand skims over my chest. My breaths speed up almost instantly.

His hand is warm and soft and it makes me feel like I have lightning coursing through my brain. Okay, Thor. Calm down.

"Hugh," I whisper a whine.

He looks away from my torso and up at me. "Let me get some supplies." Then he leans down and traps my lower lip between his. He sucks gently and I moan in response only for it to turn into a real whine when he stops all contact suddenly and walks away. "Be right back," he calls back.

"O-okay," I stutter and swallow hard.

Hugh's back in less than a minute, and this time he stands at the foot of the bed. He places the lube and condom between my legs and with his eyes on me like he's as incapable of looking away as I am, he stares at every inch of me while he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

I feel more and more desperate to touch myself with every inch of skin he uncovers. Once he straightens, after taking off his slacks and briefs in one go, I see he's just as hard as I am. The head of his cock is an angry red. I moan when he spreads the drop of precome down and strokes himself. I want him to do the same for me, but at the same time I know that if he touches me, I'm going to come.

I don't want to come until he's inside me, and I feel strongly enough about it to tell him. He smirks at my desperate words.

"Then you'll only come when I'm inside you, sweetheart." Hugh kneels between my updrawn knees and spreads them apart with gentle hands. "I'm going to make sure you love this," he whispers, already laser-focused on my hole.

He drips some lube onto his fingers and proceeds to spend the next half hour driving me insane and testing my resolve to not come until he's drilling into me. I've stretched myself before. I've used dildos, but it's not the same. Not nearly the same as having a man as gorgeous as Hugh probing inside me.

He's better than all my fantasies put together, and he's here with me, doing all he can to make me feel secure, happy.

I pull a little on the restraints when he inserts a third finger into me. On his next pass, he must hit my prostate because I see stars. My back bows off the bed like I'm being possessed by a horny demon, and I know I'm going to explode if he doesn't stop in the next second.

He does though. He pulls his hand back slowly but without hesitation.

"How do your hands feel?" he asks as he places his hands next to my torso and looms over me.

"Fine," I whisper through clenched teeth. I want to come so bad, but it's just not going to happen without a little help from Hugh.

"You didn't even check, sweetheart." He's frowning slightly, so I concede the point to him and move my wrists in circles, make fists, then stretch out my fingers.

"It's all good," I tell him. "Promise."

"And your feet too?" he asks as he leans down and makes my body come alive again when he kisses my nipple softly.

"Yeah." I chase his mouth when he leans up—that felt so freaking nice—but forget all about it when he kisses my lips. I want to reach up and run my fingers through his rich brown hair. I want to feel the muscles in his back, grab his ass, hold on to his shoulders and bounce on his dick.

But the fact that I'm laid out at his mercy is also hot as fuck. The helplessness I feel when he leans up and away makes my dick twitch from how arousing I think it is.

He can do whatever he wants to me and he's chosen to make my wishes come true.

I have to keep my mouth shut to breathe through the need, but I can't look away when he rolls the condom down his considerable length. Or when he shuffles closer and lines himself up.

I open my legs wider for him, and when I feel the pressure against my rim, I know this is it. He glides in with minimum resistance, though I still feel like I'm being stretched beyond anything I've ever felt before.

"Hugh." I can't help but call out for him.

"Almost there, sweetheart," he tells me, sounding out of breath. His hands glide down my thighs until he reaches my hip bones. That's when he finally looks at my face again—and he smiles. As happy a smile as I've seen on him.

And yeah, okay, I haven't known him long at all, but it warms my heart to uncomfortable degrees. To the point where I feel tears gathering in my eyes.

"Kiss me, Hugh."

His smile softens and he does as I ask without question. He supports his weight on his forearms, next to my arms, and I naturally raise my legs even more. The restraints don't let me get far, so I have to plant my feet on the mattress.

It's frustrating, it's fucking hot, and I love it even more when a devilish smile grazes Hugh's lips.

"Ready?" he asks quietly.

"Please, God. I'm dying here," I mutter through clenched teeth.

"Relax." He closes the space between us and kisses me tenderly as he moves his hips back so he almost slips out of me.

I panic for a second, enough to get me to open up for him. He thrusts deep inside me at the same time as he strokes his tongue down mine.

I'm full, I'm speechless, I'm thoughtless, as he takes, takes, and takes whatever he needs. As he gives only what he wants to give.

My body does its best to twitch, but the restraints and Hugh's body weight over me make it impossible for me to do more than tremble.

He builds the pace up slowly and never unglues his mouth from mine. Eventually, I'm moaning so loud against his mouth, that I think he gets the message. I'm out of patience. I just need to come.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he whispers as he straightens up. He takes my erection in his hand and strokes me expertly, with the right amount of pressure and fast enough to match his thrusts.

Thrusts that I can tell are getting more erratic and hard. Is he as desperate as I am? Will he come in me?

The thought drives me a little insane. Insane enough to voice it.

"Please come in me, baby. Come for me," I moan out the words, wanton and desperate.

"Fuck, Ollie," he spits out as if he was angry, but I know he's not. He looks as blissed out as I feel. "Al-most there," he says, punctuating each syllable with a hard thrust.

He pulls on my dick at the same time as he fills me completely, and that's it for me. I spill on his hand while my back bows off the bed again, and I cry out his name.

"Ollie," he moans a moment later, and I instantly hate the condom he put on. I want to feel him come inside me, dammit.

Maybe next time, I muse as I come down from the high, the exertion.

Hugh wastes no time releasing my limbs, and I smile at how concerned he is, looking over my wrists and frowning at the slightly red marks.

"I'm fine," I whisper and place my now-free hand on his cheek. "Come here." Now that I can control a few things, I take advantage and bring him down for a kiss. I lock my arms around his back and don't let go for a long time.

I'm still blissed out half an hour later when I step out of the shower only for Hugh to wrap me in a soft towel and dry me off. I laugh when he places another towel on top of my head and starts toweling me off.

I hear the ringing of a phone, and know it's not mine since my phone never rings, it only ever vibrates.

Hugh pulls the towel back and I see him frown at the door of the bathroom.

"Go get it," I tell him. I know he has a demanding job, something Derek told me only a little about before dinner. But one of the things Derek made very clear is how dedicated Hugh is to his athlete clients.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbles and tucks the towel in at his waist. I enjoy watching him walk away more than I should, but damn the man is fine .

He's frowning when I catch up to him in the bedroom.

"What is it?" I ask, worried something with Hawk and Derek is wrong.

"I need to go to Dallas," he mutters angrily.

"Oh." What else is there to say?

He spends a minute more looking at his phone and typing out messages. Then he places the phone back on the nightstand and looks at me.

"But not until tomorrow morning."

I smile at him, glad he's not blowing me off. Relieved I'll get a few more hours with him.

He walks up to me and takes my hand.

"Ollie, I want to stay here with you." He sounds petulant enough that I can't help but smile. This man is... Actually I don't know how old he is, but he has to be in his late thirties at the very least, and he looks like an annoyed toddler because I'm not going to be next to him.

"It's okay," I assure him and cup his fuzzy cheek—something I really like doing.

"I'm not sure when I'm going to be back, but?—"

"But I'll be here," I interrupt. "When you come back, I'll be right here."

THE END

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