John Price

You and John have a dynamic that not everyone understands. That has never and will never bother you. Not everyone can understand that sometimes the world can just be too much and you need to let someone else take the reins. They might not understand why you are so comfortable with giving John complete control but that doesn’t matter, what matters is that you and John understand.

John knows you better than anyone. With one glance he can tell what you need. He knows if you need him to be rough, need him to be gentle, knows if he needs to make you beg, sometimes all you need is a nice meal and a warm bath, and John is more than capable of all of it.

Tonight you find yourself on your knees, naked, and with a blindfold tight around your eyes. John walks around the room, occasionally tracing his finger across your shoulders or down the side of your neck. Each small touch makes you shiver, each moment where John leaves you waiting makes you tremble.

John eventually stops in front of you and kneels. He runs his hands down your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples. You gasp and arch into his soft touch, your legs parting a little more. John chuckles softly, clearly amused by how worked up you are from just not being able to see what’s happening, which makes your cheeks flush a dark pink.

Before you can tell him off for yelling at you John ducks his head and takes your nipple in his mouth and gently pinches and pulls the other one. You moan, your hands go to his hair and tug gently. John groans softly and pulls back so he can talk to you.

“You’re being so good for me.” John praises softly, peppering kisses across your shoulder blades. He nips and leaves small marks occasionally, wanting everyone to see that you’re taken.

John gently eases his fingers out of his hair and guides you to stand up with him. He considers physically guiding you to the bed before deciding to just pick you up. Your shocked squeal and the way you grab onto him reminds him that you’re blindfolded and that he probably should have warned you. He barks out a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry, love.” John murmurs. “Im going to put you down on the bed.”

“Nice of you to warn me this time.” You snark playfully, only to yelp again when John drops you unceremoniously onto the bed and crawls on top of you. Before you can even think of complaining, John's lips meet yours in a deep, possessive kiss.

His hands wander. He grabs and gropes, his touch almost reverent. He only pulls away when he’s sure your lungs are burning and starts kissing down your chest again.

“So gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful.” He praises, his voice husky. He marks up your breasts, only playing with your nipples briefly before he keeps moving down. He pays special attention to your hip bones, nipping them so it both tickles and leaves marks. He grins when you squirm and reach blindly for him.

“John-!” You almost whine, trying to escape him. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight to keep you in place.

“Okay, okay.” He says placatingly, pushing your thighs apart so he can lay between your legs. He kisses up your thighs, going extra slow just to see you squirm. Finally, after what feels like forever, John licks a stripe up your wet slit before closing his lips around your clit.