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)
Breck stilled at that, images bombarding him before he could stop them, then coughed out a laugh. “You will never hogtie me.”
Kai shrugged, his dark eyes glittering. “Your loss.”
Breck smirked, shaking his head as he slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Down he shoved them over his hips. And just like that, he was butt naked again—because, yes, he’d worn the jockstrap that Kai had requested. This one, however, was black. And brand spanking new, if he was being honest. Although, why he’d felt compelled to go buy a new one, he had no fucking clue. A jockstrap was a jockstrap, for crying out loud. And it wasn’t like he was trying to impress the guy.
Unless, Jesus, he actually was. His gut clenched. God, he couldn’t even tell anymore.
Kai cast a quick glance his way, one that ended up lingering on Breck’s one article of clothing, his eyes settling appreciatively on Breck’s swiftly growing bulge. Heat curled in Breck’s stomach. His hands absently flexed. Kai turned his gaze back to his box and began removing pieces of interesting hardware.
Breck quirked a brow. “What’s all that?”
Kai rattled them off by name, showing each one briefly before setting them on the table. “Stainless steel ring with a built-in swivel.”
Breck regarded it. Roughly five inches in diameter.
“Carabiners, to hold my free-running rope.”
Breck had definitely seen those gadgets before. Small oblong rings with spring-hinged sides to clip to things.
“Shepherds-hook extension pole.”
Breck eyed it. Looked like those things they used at clothing stores.
Kai set it aside and kept on going. “Safety shears. You’ve seen those before. And finally”—he held up a small mechanical apparatus—“my portable hoist.”
Breck’s brows hiked. “A hoist?” Hadn’t seen that coming.
Kai pointed up. Breck followed his gaze to one of the lofty ceiling’s wooden beams. Attached to it was an inconspicuous metal eye loop. “I’ll be attaching it to that. And then to the hoist”—he grinned—“I’ll be attaching you.”
Breck eyed it warily. A hoist fixed to the rafter? That was a good fifteen feet in the air? Holy freaking hell. Shit was getting real.
But then, in his periphery, he noticed Kai’s focus fixing securely on his body. Breck turned to watch him. Something smoldered in Kai’s eyes.
All but drinking Breck in, his voice dipped huskily. “Keep practicing your breathing, jeja. I’m almost done.”
Breck pursed his lips. Whenever Kai called him that, it made him feel inferior. The student beneath the teacher. And yet, to his frustration, he was also starting to love it. The nickname that Kai had given him rolling off the guy’s tongue. Because in truth, Kai never called him that in arrogance. Rather, his tone always held a sense of honor and respect. With maybe even a little bit of fondness.
Breck regarded him. Was jeja some kind of lowkey endearment, instead of what Breck had perceived as a slight? A subtle show of affection that he had totally missed? Warmth swelled in his chest, but then Breck tensed. That he liked such a prospect would not bode well. Kai was a good time and nothing else. Breck’s temporary freedom. His moonlight tryst until life came calling once again. Besides, come on. What the fuck? Guys didn’t give him feels. They gave his dick a boner. He had a hard-on for Kai and that was all. End of story.
Brain back in order, he resumed practicing his breathing while at the same time watching Kai assemble his curious contraption. The mini hoist connected to a carabiner, then that metal ring with its swivel connected to the hoist. Once finished, he hooked it onto the extension pole and transferred it to the eye loop affixed to the beam. The metal ring at the bottom swayed above their heads.
Kai met his eyes. “You ready to do this?”
And wasn’t that the million-dollar question in this crazy moment. Breck chewed on his cheek. Scratched his neck. Eyed Kai’s dubious device. “Um… I think?”
Kai’s lips twitched. “Do you consent to me tying you up?”
Breck held his gaze knowingly. Kai was reminding him that he was always in control. That he always had a choice. Breck forced a wry smile. “No blindfolds this time?”
“Hmm.” Kai crossed his arms and tapped his chin. “I suppose I could allow that concession.” A teasing light glimmered in his eyes.
Breck smiled wider. “And I can talk whenever I want?”
Kai smirked and dropped his hands. “I’m afraid that part’s non-negotiable.”
“Wait, why?” Breck laughed. “You let me talk last time while you were trussing me up.”
Kai’s expression shifted to serious. “Your last rig job wasn’t especially dangerous. Suspensions, however, are. I want to be able to focus. To concentrate. A model’s safety is my top priority.”
“Oh.” Breck eyed Kai’s gear again. “So this is dangerous.”
Kai shrugged confidently. “Only if performed by somebody who doesn’t know what they’re doing.” His tone turned wry. “Or whose brain is perpetually distracted by unnecessary conversation.”