“You literally followed me here,” he reminded. “Stalking isn’t cute. It’s off-putting.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s more than enough reason for me to be uncomfortable.”
“We weren’t talking about your comfort level, babe.” He sidled in closer, slipping a knee between Nate’s thighs. “But I can think of a few things that can take care of both problems for you.”
Nate opened his mouth to protest, but Kaz was quicker, sealing their mouths together in a heated kiss. The temperature in the room seemed to rise exponentially, and he found himself panting, rubbing himself against Kazimir’s knee before realizing what he was even doing.
The kiss was rough and claiming, enticing Nate to let go of all the reasons holding him back. Most of them boiled down to basic insecurities, like being embarrassed his sister knew where they were and what they were about to do.
People didn’t book one of these private rooms just to watch porn on a big screen.
She’d been really chill about it, but no one could be comfortable picturing their sibling engaging in sexual acts,right? What if she couldn’t concentrate on her movie? She’d been so excited about it. What if Nate had ruined—
“Just me,” Kaz breathed, waiting for Nate to peel his eyes open. “You only have to please me, remember, Pretty Boy?” He brushed his thumb tenderly over Nate’s bottom lip. “You’re going to forget about everyone outside of this room and focus on us, going to be so good for me, aren’t you?”
It was a leading question, an attempt to pull Nate out of his tumbling thoughts, and knowing that, being able to see it for what it was, it shouldn’t have worked.
And yet…
Nate found himself leaning into that touch, relishing the warmth that drifted off of Kazimir’s large form. The smell of him was familiar and oddly comforting—hell, even the hint of arousal in the air helped to ease some of the tension he’d been feeling.
“Kaz,” it came out pleading, but even he wasn’t sure what he was pleading for. Did he want him to stop or keep going?
“I’ve got you, Pretty Boy,” Kaz reassured, clearly understanding even if Nate himself didn’t. He reached for something out of Nate’s line of sight and then attached it to one of his wrists.
Nate frowned and glanced down, staring at the black strap circling his wrist. When Kazimir started to walk backward, tugging Nate after him, he went willingly, curious to see where this was going. He even lowered onto the couch once they’d reached it, not even needing Kaz to tell him to this time around.
“I’m going to take your clothes off, babe,” Kazimir said, dropping to his knees to start on Nate’s shoes. He had the rest of him undressed in a matter of minutes, working the shirt off over the black strap and the attached pieces with ease.
The screen suddenly came alive behind Kaz, drawing Nate’s attention.
“I turned it on when we entered,” Kaz explained, moving to secure another black strap around Nate’s other wrist.
The movie began, but the Devil didn’t seem like he was in a rush to view it himself, taking his time even as the camera traveled down an empty white hallway and turned into a large open living room. Sunlight filled the space, making the white walls shine brightly. It seemed warm and inviting, and for a moment, Nate was confused over what they were about to see.
Then the camera panned to a couple sitting on the leather sofa, and it all made sense.
Nate gasped, unable to tear his gaze away from the redheaded man positioned at the center of the screen. He was blindfolded and had a ball gag in, but that wasn’t what had Nate staring.
An intricate set of block ropes had been secured all over the man’s fit body, starting at his neck, trailing down his chest, and over his thighs. Knots were placed intricately throughout, the spacing adding to the visual appeal, and he found himself tracking them, searching for reasons they’d been placed where they had been.
Another man stepped into the frame and eased the redhead onto his side, and Nate realized that his arms were tied behind his back.
Suddenly, Nate found himself repositioned, his eyes momentarily forced off the screen as Kaz lifted him beneath the knees. The straps at his wrists were pulled and then the extended part was wrapped around Nate’s lower thigh and snapped into place. He sucked in a breath, watching wide-eyed as Kaz did the same to his other side.
Kazimir made sure he was leaning back against the couch and steady before he stood and stepped back to admire his handy work. He let out a low, appreciative whistle that had something jumping in Nate’s chest. “Looking hot, Pretty Boy.”
“What is this?” He licked his lips but didn’t struggle against the bindings. It was similar to the position Kaz had forced him into back in the car the other day, only then he’d been attached to a collar with his arms up by his head. This time, he had less movement, the straps connecting his forearms to his thighs, so that the most he could do was rest his palms on his knees.
“Nothing as extreme as what you’re seeing on TV,” Kaz reassured him. “I like to watch, but I don’t have the patience for all of that myself. This is more than enough for me. What about you?”
“I…” He swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You’ll like it,” he promised, and then, before Nate could say anything to that, he wandered around the couch and over to the counter where he’d placed the tray of food earlier. When he returned, he was carrying it, smiling when Nate frowned. “What? Did you think it was for show? You need to eat, Narek. Then we’ll play.”
“You can’t be serious?” He wiggled a bit pointedly. “This position isn’t exactly comfortable.” His legs were forced to hover in the air, after all. “Plus, how do you expect me to eat without the use of my hands?”
