Minutes later, our food forgotten, Tyler lay spread-eagle on the bed, naked, with his wrists restrained with a couple of silk ties to the slats in the bed frame behind him. His eyes were covered with a blindfold, and his legs were tied to the frame at the foot of the bed.
I kneeled between his legs and placed a condom on the bed. “Ready to tell me how much you love my ego?” I asked, using my hands to brush gently over his torso.
“Nope. Not a chance,” Tyler said, shaking his head on the pillow.
“We’ll see.” I proceeded to rub my fingers over his pecs and n*****s in a gentle massage. Tyler arched against them. I pushed him back down.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.” I took the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and poured some into my hand. I rubbed it between
