Tarot's Touch by L.M. Somerton

the chair. His legs were spread, his cock hard. Conor wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees in front of him and have a taste, but he wouldn’t do anything without an order from Alex.
    “I know you don’t like me to comment on the way you look, but you’ll have to indulge me,” Alex drawled. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”
    Conor ducked his head and scuffed a foot into the carpet pile. He licked his lips, trying to get some moisture into his dry mouth. His dick throbbed in time with his quickening pulse as Alex stood.
    “That underwear is perfect.”
    “It’s virtually transparent, Alex.”
    “Mmm. It is, isn’t it?”
    Conor turned toward the bed, and a little jolt of anxiety shot through him. On the covers lay several long strips of black silk. Nestled among them was a metal ring with a curved metal arm extending from it, ending in a small metal ball bearing. He retreated a pace and found himself imprisoned by Alex’s embrace. Alex’s erection jabbed into his lower back, and he kissed Conor’s neck softly.
    “Don’t be scared. It’s just you and me. If this isn’t okay with you, it isn’t okay with me.”
    Conor relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s bare chest against his skin. Alex loved to tie him up and Conor found it hugely erotic, even more so because Alex always checked first.
    “I love you, Sir.” Conor’s whispered words were also permission and he could sense Alex’s smile.
    “I love you too. I love that you trust me enough to allow this. Now, I want you to stand still.”
    Conor locked his knees in an effort to stop his legs from shaking as Alex moved away from him, the security of Alex’s body behind him already missed. Alex pulled one strip of cloth from the bed, folded it lengthways then positioned it across Conor’s eyes, tying the ends in a tight knot behind his head. Conor tried to slow his breathing, adjusting to the darkness and disorientation. Alex was supporting him, helping him maintain his balance, but he was also touching. He stroked every inch of Conor’s skin, brushed across the sheer fabric of his underwear, gave him a gentle squeeze.
    “Can you see anything?”
    Conor shook his head. “No, Sir. Nothing.”
    “Good.”
    Conor took a rapid intake of breath as Alex peeled the flimsy shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them carefully, letting Alex balance him. He straightened, the weight of his semi-hard cock bobbing.
    “I’m going to put the ring on you now. Did you see it?”
    “Briefly, Sir.”
    Conor had seen enough to know that it wasn’t an average cock ring.
    “It fits just below the head of your dick. I’ll warm it up a bit first. It’s hinged, so I don’t need to push it on. Don’t worry. I’ll be very careful.”
    The solid band nestled below Conor’s cockhead.
    “It’s tight, Sir. The pressure just there is…amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
    “Now the good bit. There’s a hook, ending in a solid metal ball that’s going to swivel around and sit just inside your urethra.”
    “No! Alex… Sir!”
    “Don’t worry, I’m putting plenty of lube on the ball.”
    “No!” Conor gasped as the little ball penetrated the end of his dick and sat just inside, making its presence felt. It didn’t hurt at all. It did press into ultra-sensitive flesh.
    “Bloody hell!”
    “Feels good, doesn’t it? It makes the head of your cock feel harder.”
    Alex gave the tip a light flick and Conor saw stars beneath the blindfold. His thighs trembled.
    “No more soft and gentle.” Alex’s voice had a rough edge.
    The shove that pushed Conor back onto the bed was forceful enough to make him bounce as he landed. Silk whispered against his skin. Alex knotted strips of fabric around his wrists then pulled Conor’s arms high and wide over his head. He tied the free ends to the cast iron headboard. The bindings were immoveable but not uncomfortable. He flexed his arms experimentally but there was no give. He wouldn’t be going