Boundaries
part 10/20
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM, SB/VM (implied)
Summary: The morning after.
Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA. All others please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Coarse language, genital shaving, sap.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Author´s Notes:
Okay, I just realized that the last
few chapters have been PWP, so I´m now back to the story.
Hope you enjoy!
Thanks to Salix for her help and off beat humor. It´s
her fault I started mentioning the Hobbits near the end.
And many, many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth
for her insanity, help, and providing the wording
for the Hobbit ad. *mwah* babe!
Posted Sept. 2, 2004.
Hands and mouths are everywhere on me, touching me and setting my body on fire. I feel like I´m drowning in pleasure as hard flesh presses against my stomach and my ass...
The annoying buzz of the alarm jolts me out of my really pleasant dream. Shit, work calls again. God, and I sure as hell didn´t get enough sleep, my eyelids feel like ten-ton weights. And my brain is sluggish as all fuck.
Come on, you can do this, Viggo. Get up, damnit; you´ve got people waiting on you. Ah, there you go...
I smile when the first sight to greet me is Orli´s sleeping face. His mouth is slightly open, and he´s drooling a little on his pillow, as usual. Shit, he´s adorable. And there´s a muscular arm wrapped around his chest...
Wait...what? Oh fuck, Sean´s in our bed. How in hell did he...oh shit, now I remember -- Orli invited Sean over to play last night. Now that my brain´s been jolted awake, all of the memories come flooding back.
I swallow nervously. In just an hour, I´m going to have to be working with Sean. On camera. Now last night doesn´t seem like such a good idea. Why did I think everything was going to be fine and we could just work together as if nothing happened? How in *hell* is Sean going to look at me with a straight face, knowing that he made me lick his boots?
Shit...that´s the problem, I wasn´t really thinking last night. Not with my brain, at any rate. And I was so buzzed after the tremendous fucking I received that I probably would have agreed to anything.
"Bugger all, Vig...could you turn off the alarm?" Sean says in a grumpy voice.
"Um, yeah...sure." Great, I was so busy worrying about Sean that I forgot about the clock. I roll over and switch off the annoying buzzer, noticing that Orli hasn´t moved an inch.
"Shite, I can´t believe he´s still asleep," Sean says. He shakes Orli vigorously and says in a loud voice, "Wakey wakey, sweetheart."
"Grf," Orli replies and then buries his face in my chest. Looks like it´s going to be one of those days when he can´t drag his ass out of bed.
"Come on, you big girl´s blouse, you have to do your nails and ponce around."
"B´geroff," Orli mumbles.
I brush my lips against Orli´s cheek. "Wake up, baby, please? You have an early make-up call." Orli growls at me and pulls the blankets around him.
Sean rolls his eyes and says, "Doesn´t look like he´s going to budge."
"Oh yes he will. You just have to know how." I start pressing kisses to Orli´s neck. Sure enough, he starts purring, and he loosens his death grip on the sheets. I ease the covers away, leaning down to suck on his nipple. I love doing this -- his nipples are larger than normal, and I just can´t resist wrapping my mouth around them; especially since he always responds with enthusiasm.
Sure enough, Orli moans and presses against me, rubbing his morning erection against my crotch. I start grinding into him; squeezing his ass and keeping that delicious friction up until his eyelids flutter open.
"More," he says. His eyes are still a bit unfocused and his voice is low and husky from sleep. Thank God I´m determined to wake him up or I´d just fuck him through the mattress right now.
I kiss the tip of his nose. "Uh uh. We have to go to work." I hate to do this to him, but we really need to get going.
"WHAT?" Orli yells at me, sitting upright and glaring at me.
Sean rolls out of the bed. "I think that´s my cue to take a shower." He makes his way to the guest bathroom with remarkable speed.
"Coward," I say to his retreating back. Shit, now I´ve got a mad, pouting Orli in my arms.
"C´mon, baby...I have to get you in so that they can do your ears, you know that."
"Cunt," he huffs, still pouting. "Bloody tease."
Damnit, I hate the idea of leaving him hanging, especially after all the effort he when through last night. I pet his Mohawk. "Make it up to you in the shower?"
"Hell, yeah!" Orli says before he bounces off the mattress. Before I´ve even touched my feet to the ground, he has the water running in our bathroom.
The mirror is already starting to steam up when I join Orli in the shower. He thrusts a bottle of bath gel at me and then turns his face into the spray.
Knowing exactly what he needs, I start soaping up his back, running my fingers over his soft skin. He hisses as I trace small circles over his spine, and I can see his fingernails digging into his palms.
I bring my hand around, closing it over his twitching cock, and he lets out a huge groan. "Yessss," he purrs, bucking into my slippery fist.
I start jacking him off as fast as possible, hoping that he doesn´t notice me reaching above him to grab the lube from the shower rack. Thank God Orli bought some lube that can be dispensed one-handed. I´m able to slick up my fingers while his eyes are closed, although I get pretty distracted by the sight of his head tilted back in rapture as I stroke him. Remembering that we´re in a hurry, I slide a digit into his beautiful ass and crook it.
"Christ!" he screams, clawing at the tiles. I add a second finger, and I watch as Orli´s movements grow frantic. He shoves his hips forward, thrusting his swollen cock into my hand before he pushes back to impale himself on my fingers. His mouth is open and he´s panting hard as I stroke him inside and out. I continue my dual assault until he gives a final, violent slam forward and moans, his cock jerking as his hot come spurts over my hand.
His body tenses for several minutes, and then he slumps in my arms. Damn, Orli´s little display has made my balls turn a new shade of blue. And now we´re even shorter on time. Fuck! How do I get us out of here?
I wind up multi-tasking -- simultaneously pulling my fingers out, rinsing my hands off, and trying to keep Orli from falling over while I soap both of us up; by the way, that´s *not* an easy feat.
"Man, I´m so dizzy," Orli says when he comes back to reality.
I skim my hand down his chest. "We still have to get moving." Orli grumbles, but he finishes the job I started and gets out of the tub in a flash.
"Thank God I don´t have to fuck with my hair," Orli says as he´s toweling his mohawk dry. "My curls never behaved...they were always sticking up at these fucked up angles in the morning."
I´m done at this point, so I turn the faucets off and pull the shower curtain aside. "And you´d still be the most beautiful, sexy man around."
Orli hand me a towel and says, "Only beautiful and sexy?" He fakes a look of disappointment. "That´s it?"
"Oh, I forgot. Beautiful, sexy, *and* kinky as all hell. Better?"
"Better," Orli grins as he throws his arms around me and kisses me.
***
None of us had time to grab breakfast before we left the house. Well, Sean could have stayed around until his call time; but he wanted to run through some lines with me before we did today´s scenes, so he decided to carpool with us. For a crazy minute, I thought that Sean was going to show up in the Cuntebago in his leathers, but he thought ahead and brought a change of clothes with him last night.
Orli and Sean are chatting away as usual, but I´m having a hard time looking at Sean without getting flashbacks from last night. Fuck, this is embarrassing as all hell, I shouldn´t be getting erections like a horny teenager.
Tanya is finally done applying Orli´s make-up, and he bounces off to wardrobe. Damnit, that means that I´m going to be alone with Sean for a couple of hours.
"So, Vig...how about those lines?"
Shit! That´s what I was dreading. How do I get out of this? Wait, I have an idea. "Fuck. I forgot to fax Peter some ideas I had last night. I need to go talk to him *now* or else I´ll forget."
Sean nods. Goddamn, that was a close one. I don´t waste any time in trotting after Peter, and I´m very glad that my little ruse worked. I just need some time away and I´ll be fine.
***
"Cut!"
Shit shit shit. That´s the sixth take I´ve blown. Peter walks up to me and looks at me with his usual calm demeanor. "Viggo, can I have a word with you?"
I nod and we walk to the edge of the set. "Is everything going well?" he asks. "You´re normally quite sharp, but you seem a bit off today."
"Yeah, everything´s fine," I lie. "I was just up late talking with Orli and Sean, and I´ve been having some trouble sleeping."
"Well, if you need a break, let me know. I´d rather have you take an hour out to have a nap than get set back for the rest of the day because you´re out on your feet." He claps my shoulder. "I need my Aragorn to be alert right now; save the exhaustion for the post-battle scenes outside of the Black Gates."
I nod at Peter and back over to my chair. Orli´s chasing Billy around one of the mallorn bigatures and Sean´s engrossed in a chess game with BK. Thank God, maybe if I give myself some space, I can concentrate and get through this scene.
It looks like the crew is still going to need some time to redo the lighting, so I go for a stroll around the set, trying to convince myself to sink back into Aragorn´s mindset. No... don´t think about Sean making you beg...we´re in Lorien, the mallorn trees are home to the oldest, wisest elves; and the quest has already claimed one of the Fellowship... the sound of my costume as I move, reminding me of the creak of Sean´s leathers as he fucked me...no, you have a duty to protect Frodo, and Boromir is already suspect...Sean grabbing my hair and yanking my head back to kiss me brutally...
Fuck! This is getting impossible! I stop and brace my hands against a tree, slowing down my breathing; focusing on the feeling of the air filling and emptying from my lungs...
"Places, everyone," I hear Peter calling.
Shit. Oh well, I´m as ready as I can get. I walk back and take another deep breath. Here goes nothing.
All of us get onto our marks and I force myself to think of the man in front of me as Boromir, the proud Steward´s son and leader of Gondor´s army. I feel conflicted about him, he´s already made one attempt at taking the Ring for his own, but yet...I can see the nobility in him, the honor that he wants to regain. I want us to be comrades, even with my doubts about the race of Men.
Maintaining this frame of mind takes a colossal effort, and I feel a weird sense of detachment when I deliver my lines. In fact, it almost feels like it´s coming out of someone else´s lips. That´s odd. Almost like an out of body experience.
"Cut!" Peter says, bringing me back to reality. "Excellent, Viggo. That´s exactly what I was looking for!"
"Cool! Can we break for lunch now? I´m starving!"
Orli´s outburst causes a mass guffaw to erupt from everyone. He starts to pout, and I wrap a comforting arm around his waist.
"You´re silly," I say as I kiss the tip of his nose. "And I wouldn´t have you any other way."
Orli gives me a megawatt smile and holds me close. "Neither would I."
***
The rest of the week just flies by. We had a lot of material to shoot, so none of us was able to go home before it was late at night. Thank God I´m used to being busy, so the "get up, shower, go to work, go home, sleep" routine didn´t bug me that much.
Still, this week was brutal, so when Sean, Orli and I trudge over to the Cuntebago at the end of Friday, there´s a collective sigh of relief as we flop into our make-up chairs.
"Feel like grabbing a pint tonight?" Sean says. I feel a bit of tension in the back of my neck as soon as he asks. What the fuck? Thought I settled that with myself.
Orli shakes his head. "Sorry, mate. Vig and I need to spend some time together."
"Hey, no problem. I was just asking. Are the two of you doing anything special tomorrow?"
Orli and Sean start chattering away, discussing weekend plans. I´m not paying attention though, because my mind is going into overdrive, wondering what Orli has planned for us tonight. Whenever we have a long stretch of work, he usually wants to play hard afterward to blow off steam.
"Hello, Earth to Viggo! It´s time to go home, filthy human." Orli says as he bats at my hair.
Oops. Shit, looks like I spaced out again. "Uh, right." I get out of the chair and grab my jacket.
"You´re getting senile, old man. Are you sure you can handle driving us home?"
I wrap an arm around his waist. "You should be worrying more about whether or not you can handle *me*," I purr.
Orli´s eyes darken and he smiles wickedly at me. "You know I can," he says, infusing his speech with a hint of his toppish voice.
Christ, I need to get home *now*. I drag Orli out into the parking lot and I get us home in record time. However, once we´re inside, Orli says, "Vig, I want you to sit down on the couch."
Huh? Well, okay. He´s never started a scene that way...
Orli sits down next to me and looks very serious. "We need to have a chat about Sean."
"What? Why?"
"Because you´ve been acting bloody weird around him. You don´t talk or hang around him at all. And when you *do* give him the time of day, you tackle the hell out of him. What in the fuck is up with you?"
All of a sudden, I´m hit with a flash of irritation. What is he talking about? "No, I haven´t."
"Yes, you have. Cut the shit and think about it." Orli glares at me, indicating that he means business.
Fine. I run through all of my interactions with Sean this week in my head. I haven´t...oh fuck, he´s right.
Orli sighs. "Bugger it all, I thought you´d love the fact that I invited Sean over to play. I didn´t mean to fuck up..." He bites his lip as he says this, and he´s twisting his hands nervously.
I pull Orli into a tight hug. "No, baby...I loved it. I´m just having problems dealing with Sean at work."
"Why? You said you were used to open relationships."
"But this is different. I mean, fuck, how can he work with me knowing about the...things he made me do?"
Orli grins at me. "You´re being daft. Sean doesn´t give a flying fuck about what happened between us that night. As far as he´s concerned, there´s no strings attached, and anything we do stays in the bedroom."
"I don´t get it...how can he just separate that out?"
"Because he´s played with some of his co-stars before, you silly sod. I chatted him up about that before I invited him over to play."
"You did?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, shit," I say, running a hand through my hair. "Now I feel like an idiot. I´m sorry."
Orli snuggles against me. "So, are things okay now?"
"I think so...but it might take me a couple of days to adjust. Just make sure to kick me in the ass if I´m treating Sean differently."
"Oh, I´m going to have no problems doing that," Orli says. He kisses me on the cheek again and slides off the couch. "Now that we have that settled, strip and get on your knees," he snarls.
Holy fuck, he´s going to kill me with that sultry voice of his. Trembling, I undress and drop to the carpet, my cock already hardening as I bow my head.
"Stay there while I get a few things," he commands.
Orli´s feet pad against the carpet as he leaves and disappears down the hallway. I soon hear him shuffling about in our bedroom, and I hear the sound of water being drawn in the bathroom. Hmm, are we going to fuck in the tub? Or is he going to do some temperature play?
My idle thoughts stop when I hear him approaching. Since I don´t dare lift my head, all I can see is that his feet and legs are bare. He closes the distance between us, and a familiar cold, metallic touch snakes around my neck. My stomach flutters as it always does when he locks my collar in place.
Orli puts a finger under my chin and tilts my face up, allowing me to see what he´s wearing for tonight. Oh God, all he´s wearing is a pair of tight red shorts. I lick my lips, trying to keep my tongue from dragging on the carpet as I stare at him.
He tugs me to my feet. "Follow me," he purrs.
I spring up, walking behind him and watching the firm cheeks of his ass move. Those shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and I´m a drooling puddle of lust by the time he leads me into the bathroom.
That´s odd...there´s a basin of water on the floor. Orli kneels on the bathmat and says, "Lie down and put your arse on my thighs."
My cock jumps as I obey. A myriad of possible scenarios tumble through my head again, and I´m wondering which one I´ll be subjected to. Once I´m in position, Orli puts a firm hand on my hips before he reaches over to open a cabinet underneath the sink. He pulls out a can of shaving cream, and...oh fuck, A STRAIGHT RAZOR?
I almost launch right off his lap, but he holds me down. "It´s okay," he coos. "I know what I´m doing."
Yeah, right. This is Orli we´re talking about -- I´ve seen him walk into doors and trip over his own feet because he wasn´t paying attention.
"Shh...don´t worry, Vig. I´ve done this a lot. And I´ve been practicing on the sly for the last couple of weeks." He strokes my face. "I wouldn´t ask this of you if I wasn´t ready."
I´m about to call my safeword when Orli looks deep into my eyes. "Trust me, please?" he says.
Damn, he´s giving me the puppy dog look. Against my better judgment, I reply, "Go ahead."
"I´m applying the shaving soap," Orli says before his hand touches my groin. Despite myself, I flinch a bit when the foam touches my skin.
"Easy there," he says. "You have to be *really* still when I shave you, you understand?"
I gulp. If I want to avoid becoming a eunuch, I´ll have to stop twitching. "Yes."
"Good. Now, don´t budge." He pulls the razor out of the holder and I have to close my eyes. Don´t think about it slipping...
I bite my lip and dig my fingernails into the bathmat when I feel the razor touching the skin at the top of my pubic area. It slowly glides down, sending light tingles through my body.
I noticed that I was holding my breath and I let it out as Orli continues to shave me. My heart´s hammering in my chest as the blade scrapes over my skin, and every inch of me has now become sensitized to the slightest touch.
God, I feel so open and vulnerable like this... I´m painfully aware of the feel the heat of Orli´s breath on my crotch, the touch of his silky thighs against my own flesh, the coldness of the air passing over the newly bared areas; and the hardness of Orli´s cock, straining against the confines of his shorts. Despite my fears, my cock stiffens and starts throbbing.
Even though I´m sure I´ll regret it, I decide to look. Orli´s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, and his hands are steady and sure. The amount of care that he´s taking sends another flush through my body and causes my dick to start dripping pre-come.
My breath hitches when the razor comes to within a hair´s breadth of my cock. My heartbeat speeds up as the blade sweeps down and around, but I can´t look away. I watch with fascination as he continues, and my qualms ebb away; replaced by a familiar, heady brew of adrenaline and desire.
Orli´s finished shaving the left side, and now he shifts over to start at the right. I try not to shiver with the realization that with each swatch of hair that he removes, he´s marking me, claiming me in a way no one else can...and I´m happy to surrender it all to him, to give him my body, my trust, my heart...
Orli nudges my legs wider, and he tugs my erection upward. Fuck, he´s going to shave my balls now. The heat from his hand is scorching compared to the kiss of the cool metal against me. I can feel the blood thundering in my ears, and I bite my lip harder, almost breaking the skin. I´m dying of frustration -- I want to moan and thrust into his hand, but I need to stay put.
I´m dribbling steadily now, and the fluid pools on Orli´s fingers. The razor glides over each curve, each small dip, revealing patches of now smooth flesh in its wake. He slides the blade up the insides of my thighs, maneuvering around with ease. Each small, light whisper of the razor causing tiny shivers to prickle throughout my body.
Orli pauses and says, "Almost done. Get up and bend yourself over the counter."
I´m quaking and my legs are unsteady as hell as I follow his order, hissing as my overheated body comes in contact with the tiles.
"Spread your cheeks," he purrs.
Oh God, he´s going to kill me with that voice. I reach down with both hands and pull myself open, feeling like a complete whore.
His fingers touch my crack, applying more shaving cream, and a small whimper escapes my lips. I´m facing the bathroom mirror, and I watch him position himself behind me with the razor. God, I look so exposed... so helpless...I mewl slightly when Orli reaches down and takes off the last of the hair with a few swift cuts.
"All done," Orli says, dipping the razor into the basin to wash it off. "Keep your hands where they are."
I let out a loud sigh of relief. Orli runs a damp washcloth over my crotch, and my cock twitches as he cleans me. Fuck, my skin is extra sensitive now, and it´s sending jolts right to my groin.
"Mmm, I love how smooth this feels," Orli purrs, running his fingers with the lightest of touches over my denuded balls. I moan and push towards his hand, needing more.
"I see that my little slut is hungry, yeah? Craving a nice hard cock to fill that tight hole of yours?" He brushes his fingers over my entrance, and I make a small gurgling sound in my throat.
"Oh, please," I moan. "Please fuck me, Orlando."
Orli laughs. "Such a whore, spreading yourself wide and begging me to screw you. I love how shameless you are." The light touch disappears, and I make a small noise of protest. I hear the rustle of clothing as Orli removes his shorts, and I hear some more movement. Curious, I look over my shoulder and I see that he´s reaching into the shower.
"Eyes front, and don´t look away," Orli says.
Flushing, I turn to watch us both in the mirror again, and the lust burning in Orli´s eyes sends a shiver through my body. He pulls the lube out of the rack, and he applies it with unhurried movements onto his erection.
Orli notices me watching him with rapt attention, and his lips curve into a wicked grin. He reaches down and wraps his hand around his glistening cock, fisting it slowly while he watches our reflections in the glass.
I whimper in frustration, much to Orli´s amusement. "Is something the matter?" he purrs, tugging on his dick until a bead of moisture forms at the tip.
"Oh God, Orlando...please! I need to be filled so badly. I need to feel you."
"Well, since you begged so prettily..." He starts to say, before he pounces on me and slams his cock in.
I scream at the top of my lungs and arch up, but Orli doesn´t offer me any respite. He rams inside of me with brutal force, sinking in even deeper than I thought was possible.
Jesus...I can feel his pubic hair brushing against my sensitive flesh, and now that there isn´t any hair in the way, the touch of Orli´s skin against mine is electrifying. Every time he thrusts into me, each point of contact we have sends fire crackling through my nerves. I push back, moaning with his every stroke.
"That´s it, keep that arse spread open," he says, his voice thick with need. "I want to watch my cock disappearing into you. I love seeing your pink hole stretching before it swallows me up. And I have the perfect view back here."
He rolls his hips at the end of every thrust, hitting my prostate, and my moans turn into long, full-throated wails. Orli´s panting hard now, his full lips parted as he continues to fuck me without mercy.
"So soft everywhere," he rasps. "And I´m balls-deep inside that hot arse of yours, pounding you hard. You´d love me to give it to you, don´t you? You´d love it if I shoved into you so hard that you´d feel my cock in your throat."
"Oh God, yes, please! Fuck me!" I mewl, meeting his violent thrusts.
He´s starting to tremble, a sign that he´s close. I squeeze him as hard as I can, and he plunges in one last time, chanting obscenities as he climaxes. I moan as his cock jerks inside of me, splashing his hot release deep in my body.
His fingers dig into my hips as the last shocks pulse through him. His face then goes slack, and he collapses, slumping on top of me. Needing to support his weight, I shift my hands so that I can brace myself against the counter.
Fuck, I´m so hard that I could explode, but I need to wait for Orli to finish me off. Damnit, each puff of his breath is making me drip with need...
Orli stirs and reaches down, grabbing my swollen dick. I moan in relief as his hand moves with quick, practiced strokes over my raging erection.
"Come for me," he says in a husky voice, before he twists his hand and flicks a thumb over the head.
I cry out as my orgasm tears through me with the force of a hurricane. I slam my hips forward, spurting in copious amounts over Orli´s fingers.
His hand is still moving on my cock as I drift down, milking me dry. I´m still dizzy as Orli nudges my lips with his wet digits. I try to avoid grinning as I open my mouth and start sucking my come off his hand.
"Mine," he says before he bites my shoulder and sucks hard. I whimper as he pulls away, licking at the small bruise he left.
I clean off the last drop and I let my head almost fall onto the counter. Damn, I´m exhausted.
"Shit," I mumble. My brain´s too fried to think of anything clever.
"Brilliant," Orli says. Looks like his brain decided to take a long vacation to Fiji.
"Orli? Um, can we move? These tiles are digging into me."
Orli grunts and pulls out. I let out a soft moan, feeling empty as he leaves. "We´ll need to shower," he says.
I nod in agreement and we hop in, soaping up and rinsing off quickly. After I´m done toweling off, Orli says, "Hold on a bit." He reaches under the sink again and pulls out a small bottle. There´s some sort of clear liquid in there, and I hiss as he rubs it into the areas he just shaved.
"Quit wiggling," he says. "This stuff will keep you from getting ingrown hairs." He finishes and hands me the bottle. "You´ll need to apply it twice a day."
"Twice a day?"
"Trust me, you´ll be hating life if you don´t. Unless you like itchy red bumps."
"All right." I lean forward and kiss him. "Thanks for telling me about Sean."
He blushes as he unlocks my collar. "Something had to be done."
"Yeah. Um, I think I need some time to think about whether or not I can handle having him over again."
"No problem. I can wait."
I start emptying the basin of water. "Orli? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You said earlier that you had practiced. On whom? Don´t tell me you drafted the Hobbits."
Orli snorts. "Like Christine would lend out Sean."
"Just think about it, babe...´Hobbit available for pubic shaving practice. $20/day, contact Christine Astin.´"
He rolls his eyes and smacks my ass. "You´re completely nutters."
"And you love it. So...are you going to answer my question?"
"Well, I´ve shaved my subs before, but I faked them out and used a safety blade. However, another dom at a party told me that it´s perfectly okay to use a straight razor -- but you have to be able to shave a balloon first."
I stare at him. "So you..."
"Yeah. I´ve been sneaking away between takes to practice on a balloon. You don´t know how hard it was to keep the Hobbits from finding out."
I chuckle as we head back to the bedroom. "I can just imagine Elijah´s eyes bugging out if he walked in on you."
"If he did, I had a story to cover my arse. I´ve been doing this for a while."
"And I´m glad." I run my fingers over my smooth crotch. "I love this. You´re constantly outdoing yourself, baby."
Orli grins. "Wait until you see what I have planned next."
My cock twitches. My God, he has more? "Should I even ask for a hint?"
"Oh yeah," Orli says, reaching under the bed and pulling out his toybox. "But first, I have a homework assignment for you."
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end part 10