“Don’t worry,” he interrupted, “I’ll still choke you the way you like. But first, you owe me for cutting our hunt in the woods short. I was really looking forward to ravishing you in the mud. Since you made me wait, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
The vibrating toy moved up, circling his hole a second before it was pushed into him. Pavel didn’t give him time to adjust to the intrusion, shoving in inch after inch despite Zane’s howls.
The stretch and burn had Zane moaning despite his protests, his body instantly coming alive.
“This toy is fun, want to know why?” Pavel asked, and then suddenly the toy was twisting inside of Zane, rubbing at his insides in a strange way. “It’s got a crank, isn’t that interesting? And the glass shaft has dull spikes all over it. Can you feel it?”
“Take it out.” It didn’t hurt, but it felt weird, and Zane still couldn’t stop thinking about Pavel’s vague comments about being watched. “Are you filming this?”
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to get you worked up first, make you nice and needy for me. Then I’ll turn on the cameras, and you and I will become movie stars. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
“No.”
“Your dick just twitched, gorgeous. Can’t lie to me from this vantage. I can seeeverythingfrom back here.” Pavel turned the crank on the toy, rotating it within Zane as he spoke, seemingly enjoying the way it made Zane writhe on the table. “I’m going to fuck you for so long, you’re going to lose your mind before this is over. Maybe I’ll keep you here, chained to our table, for the rest of the week. What do you think? Will that be enough to sway you into saying yes to my proposal?”
“You’re insane!” Zane struggled and then gave up, thumping his forehead against the table as the toy dug into his inner walls. He could feel his dick lengthening and his balls drawing tight, knew without a shadow of a doubt that Pavel had noticed and was most likely watching his junk like the obsessed freak he was.
That shouldn’t be a turn-on.
Having all of his attention on him should not be hot.
“You just dripped for me,” Pavel purred. “Look at you, getting the table all wet and dirty.”
“Untie me,” Zane said. “I’ll have sex with you. You don’t have to take things this far.”
“Of course I do, baby. This is what you need.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’m showing you how badly I want you,” Pavel insisted. “Teaching you that giving in to me is the best way to gain what you want. It’s positive reinforcement at its finest.”
That wasn’t what this was at all, but when something was tied around the base of his cock, Zane forgot all about the poor description.
“What is that?” He really wished he wasn’t blindfolded, it left him vulnerable—not that he wasn’t also at the other guy's mercy bound the way he was. If he had to guess, his wrists were chained to the front legs of the table they were on top of. He hadn’t paid much attention to the furniture quality, but the piece must have been pretty sturdy for Pavel to choose it as the location for this.
“Ribbon,” Pavel answered. “It’s bright yellow. My color. It looks good on you. So good, in fact, I’m debating doing away with the chains I brought and using this on you instead.”
“To do what?” He shivered when the ribbon was tightened. It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t bother asking what was happening there.
Pavel had just created a cock ring of sorts. It didn’t take a genius to realize where this was going.
Zane’s mind instantly scrambled to reevaluate the situation.
“What else?” More of that ribbon looped around Zane’s neck, Pavel holding it slack just long enough to be sure he knew what it was before pulling it taught.
Zane gasped, feeling the wide ribbon pushing against his throat. Breath play like this was dangerous, the kind that got people killed, and when he was lifted off the table, he movedwith it in an attempt to keep as much pressure off his trachea as possible.
“Worried, Doctor?” Pavel laughed, pinging between his plethora of nicknames with ease. “Don’t try to answer, I know you can’t.”
With the wrist bindings keeping his arms spread across the table, the pull of the ribbon around his throat had him bending in an uncomfortable angle, his knees slipping on the slick surface, effectively parting his thighs wider. If he could get a word out, he’d curse the guy all over again, but his main focus was on trying to keep the pressure off and his breathing even.
“You know I won’t do any permanent damage,” Pavel reassured, planting a kiss on the curve of Zane’s left ass cheek, signaling that he’d lowered over him. “This is just to help you with that behavior problem of yours.” He tugged on the ribbon lightly then chuckled when Zane made a sound of protest. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to loosen the reigns, so to speak, and you’re going to flatten out and hump the table for me like a good boy.”
Zane scoffed. He wanted him to dry hump a piece of furniture? Like a horny teenage boy?
“I want to watch you thrusting for me,” Pavel stated, as though sensing Zane’s aversion. He planted a palm on Zane’s lower back and then pushed. “There you go. Come on now.” The ribbon slipped through his fingers at the same time, loosening around Zane’s neck, though he didn’t let it go entirely.
Zane’s forehead came back down to the table, and he sucked in a deep breath.
