Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Kai smiled and crossed his arms. “Mind if I take some more pictures? To help me commit all this to memory for the show?”
Breck tensed, even as his dick kept on thrumming. More pictures of him bound? And not just bound, but swaying helplessly in the wind? Jesus. He didn’t know about that. This current state he was in would be way more publicly damaging. If images ever got out, he’d be finished. Not to mention, his dad would kill him.
As if reading his mind, Kai chuckled incredulously. “Really? You trust me to rig you into utter and complete defenselessness, but you’re not quite sure you trust me with a couple pictures?”
Mind abuzz, Breck contemplated his words. When Kai put it like that, it did seem a little nonsensical. He smiled in spite of himself. “You’ll keep my face out of the images… and promise not to show anyone? And let me delete whichever ones I want?”
Kai inclined his head. “Of course. Just like last time.”
Breck chewed his lip. Nodded anxiously.
Kai smiled and retrieved his phone. A couple quick snaps from Breck’s elevated height. A handful more after he’d lowered him back to normal, swiveling Breck this way and that for the optimal angle. A heartbeat later, he was done and stepping close again. Dropping to his haunches, he lifted Breck’s chin and met his eyes. “You did amazing,” he murmured softly. “Thank you for your help.”
Breck’s insides lit elatedly. More of that praise that he’d been longing for. That appreciation he’d so desperately craved. That only one person alone could give him. The man he gazed at now.
“You’re welcome.” He quirked a smile, then flexed his shoulders with a shuttered wince. “These practice sessions of yours are definitely interesting.”
— THREE —
Kai grinned as he held Breck’s eyes. In truth, his jeja had done even better than amazing. He’d done spectacularly. God knew, being a rope model in general wasn’t easy, but modeling for a suspension piece was exceptionally challenging. Only the most experienced could typically handle it. But just as he knew Breck would, he’d weathered it like a pro. Which was impressive, to say the least. And incredibly arousing. Clearly, Breck could handle what he’d love to give him.
Lifting a hand, he slowly thumbed Breck’s cheekbone. And then his gaze dropped to Breck’s mouth. “I enjoyed this immensely. Maybe one day we could—”
He stopped, barely catching himself. What in the hell was he about to say? That maybe one day they could do this sort of thing as actual lovers? Good God. Tying Breck up must have affected him more than he’d thought. Shifted him into a headspace with irrational thinking. Because, no, he wasn’t interested in that. In Breck as his partner. That just wasn’t an option.
“What?” Breck stared at him expectantly. “Maybe we could what?”
Kai held on to his grin, but suspected it no longer looked real. “Nothing, jeja. I’m not sure where I was going with that.” He diverted his gaze to the suspension line above. “I should probably take you down now, since I’m finished.”
Breck’s demeanor shifted instantly. He suddenly looked anxious, his body tense. As if he didn’t like the prospect of them being done. And in fairness, Kai could empathize. He too would rather this moment not come to an end. Despite their incompatibility, he still enjoyed Breck’s company. A lot.
Dropping his hand, he readied to stand.
“Don’t,” Breck blurted, retaining eye contact.
Kai paused. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t take me down.”
Kai’s dick stirred. What was Breck doing? He eyed his captive curiously. “Why not?”
Breck clenched his jaw, as if irritated that Kai was making him spell it out. Which, admittedly, Kai absolutely was. After all, he’d rendered Breck vulnerable. But not just physically. Emotionally, too. And now the Dom within Kai hungered for its due; the sultry-sweet sound of his submissive as he laid himself bare. A decadent treat few Doms could ever resist.
“I want you to show me again,” Breck murmured. “What you’d do to me if… Like you did on Friday. The way you’d play with me… if I was your man.”
Kai’s gaze hooded. “Ah. More pretending.”
Breck licked his lips. Swallowed. Nodded a little. “Yeah.”
Kai tilted his head and looked him over. Breck wanted no strings attached. No commitments. Just wanted some casual fun. A prudent arrangement, were Kai in agreement to play. Thing was, even though his heart wasn’t exactly vibing with this notion, his dick was hard as hell and ready to go.
No. He shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be wise.
But goddamn it, he really fucking wanted to.
He teetered, so close to giving in. “Well, see… here’s the thing. This kind of bondage is much harder core. Which, in turn, invariably puts me into dominant mode.”
Breck went motionless, as if digesting his words. Or more to the point, their implications. Conflicting emotions warred in his gaze. “So, what are you saying? That I’d have to be… your sub?”