“Yeah, let’s just hope it’s a good one. These guys are pretty filthy creatures…gangs involved in the lowest sort of business, which is why Blackmore Jr.’s father was involved in such a disgusting trafficking operation.”
They hadn’t delved into specifics on that front, but the way they mentioned it, I had a feeling that anything I could imagine they did with people, they did…in the worst ways.
As I moved closer to him, feeling the heat his body gave off, his expression softened. I started undoing his belt.
“What do we have here?” he asked.
“Kind of a stressful meeting. Thought maybe we could get rid of some stress.”
“Oh really?”
“Well, truth is, my body’s been kind of missing you ever since they arrived.”
“How much has your body been missing me?”
“I think it’d be better if I showed you.”
He snickered but didn’t resist me as I pulled his pants down with his boxers and got to work licking his shaft.
“Oh, Ty.”
The words were music to my ears, expressing his satisfaction in what I was able to give him. Blowing him made me feel like I could at least bring him some relief in all this…offer him something of value.
I wanted to make him feel good. To take away the pain I knew he was feeling, not just from having the stress to deal with, but from the recent discovery of the loss of his friend.
His shaft grew thick fast, and I worked to get it down my mouth, to grant him as much pleasure as I could.
I crouched down, but he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet.
I noticed those lips, lingering so close as he moved toward me, but he moved close and bit gently at my neck. I rolled my head back, offering it up to him as he guided me back to the bed, running his face up against mine.
I crawled onto the mattress, lying flat as Liam leaned back. I felt him sliding my shirt up my body, and raised my hands as he pulled it over my head. He slid it up my arms until it reached my wrists, where the sleeves got stuck.
“Oh fuck,” I said.
We froze in place, both of us seeming to realize how hot it was having me beneath him like that, my arms stuck over my head.
He shook his head before pulling the shirt off.
“Wait, wait,” I said, checking back at the head of the bed. “Put it back around my wrists and tie me to the headboard.”
He smiled as he cocked his head. “Oh really? Pretty Thing feeling naughty?”
“Very naughty. Come on. I trust you.”
I didn’t know why, but I wanted it so badly, to be trapped beneath him, giving him so much pleasure.
His expression turned serious, which concerned me. I’d meant for us to have fun, not think too hard about it, but he grew peculiarly quiet before rising on his knees.
“Get back there,” he said calmly, and I obeyed.
He tied the end of my tee to one of my wrists. Looping the shirt around the bar in the frame, he tied the other end to my opposite wrist, leaving very little slack, so my wrists were bound close to the headboard. The cloth was firm against my flesh, but not so tight as to keep my blood from circulating.
“Too tight?”
“No. You’re clearly an expert at tying people up.”
“More than I care to admit,” he said with a smile, crawling off the bed.
