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)
And just like that, the sensation had Breck instantly easing. “What’s a TK?” he murmured.
“Short for takate kote. A type of box tie. Similar to what I did with your arms on Friday. It’s going to serve as a chest harness.”
“Ah.”
Kai’s hands slid around to his front. Breck frowned at the unexpected contact. After all, he wasn’t holding rope, which meant this wasn’t part of the tying process. Instead, if felt more like some impromptu hug. Something Breck wasn’t opposed to, per se, he just didn’t get the whys.
Before he could ask though, Kai used his forearms to ease his shoulders back. Damn. That feels good. And now Breck understood why. Kai was stretching said shoulders out. Getting them primed for their new position. A practical gesture, delivered intimately. As if Kai was endeavoring to establish a connection. Some quiet, harmonious chemistry between him and his model. A courtesy he hadn’t afforded Breck the last time, and yet Breck kind of liked what that implied. The dynamic between them was progressing. Somehow, someway.
Closing his eyes, he let Kai do his thing. His heart thumped. His body loosened. And naturally, his rock-hard dick all but purred.
Way too soon, Kai dropped his hands. “Arms behind your back, Breck. Just like before.”
Breck peeled open his eyes, then clutched his wrists from behind.
Kai stepped away and grabbed his first bundle of rope. Then just like that, he was fashioning a harness around Breck’s chest. Like last time, the feeling was soothing—Kai’s fingers moving against him, those subtle little rope tugs here and there. Breck’s eyelids lowered to half-mast. He could stay like this forever, in this silence laden with so much expectation. Being the sole and utter focal point of Kai’s attention…
“This is gonna start feeling tight.” Kai’s voice broke through the quiet. “Remember to breathe into your abdomen. If, at any time, you have problems drawing breath, or feel lightheaded or dizzy or nauseous, you let me know, okay?”
Kai’s words should’ve sent him back to nervous again. He knew this but, God, that voice was just so confident and soft. To the point that Breck couldn’t do anything but just feel even more at peace. “Okay,” he mumbled calmly.
“Slow and steady.” Kai paused to palm Breck’s abdomen again with his hands. He kept them there as Breck breathed in and out, as if making doubly sure that Breck was doing it right, then resumed with his task at hand. Winding, weaving, smoothing, straightening. Checking for tightness. Testing knots. Breck savored every form of contact, the feel of his touch like a relaxant to his soul. Until, that is, Kai’s finger brushed his nipple. That was definitely a stimulant.
Breck nearly moaned. Yes. This was what he loved. Kai touching him everywhere. The boundaries of their personal space converging into one. Merging them like parts of an atom; Breck being the nucleus, Kai, the circling electron. Two parts of one intimate entity in perfect accord.
Making him feel more alive than he ever had before.
Moments later, Kai finished with Breck’s chest piece. “How you doing? Everything feeling okay?”
“Yeah.” Breck rolled his shoulders. Or tried to, anyway. Shit was tight as fuck. But hey, breath was coming and going, so he was currently good.
Kai checked a few spots, straightening some rope. “Alright. I’m gonna attach this to the hard point now.”
“Hard point?”
“Yeah.” Kai unclipped a carabiner from his pocket. “The metal ring I showed you. It’s what I’ll be attaching all your suspension lines to.”
“Ah.” Breck eyed the silver hoop.
Kai moved around back and started doing his thing. The clinking of carabiners sounded above them. Some minor tugs between Breck’s shoulder blades. Then a slight upward pull. “Lean into it,” Kai murmured. “The tension okay?”
Breck tilted forward, settling his weight more directly on the suspension. His shoulders strained, the harness pressing tighter against his ribs. But other than that, he wasn’t experiencing any pain. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Feels secure. I think I’m good.”
Kai’s fingers performed one final inspection.
And, seriously, an inspection had never felt so good.
Breck closed his eyes, enjoying Kai’s touch—and the way he ended his perusal with a finishing caress. Masculine hands gliding reassuringly over his shoulders. Cupping soothingly over his rope-strewn pecs. Breck’s hooded gaze lifted to Kai’s.
Kai smiled a little, then dropped his hands. “Alright then. Moving on to your hips.” Turning, he grabbed a second bundle of rope. “Go ahead and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart.”
Ah, fuck. Here we go.
Breck did as he’d been instructed, knowing full well that this would be the end of his self-control. Once those fingers started gliding around his crotch, there’d be no restraining the erection that’d been chomping at the bit. Whatever. Kai’s effect on him wasn’t a secret. The guy knew damn well what he did to Breck’s dick.
Instinctively, he tried to hold his breath, but that was a no-go thanks to his harness. It wouldn’t let him inhale deep enough. He swallowed, his pulse picking up speed.