“I don’t think the punishment fits the crime.” Zane didn’t want to think about her here. Not when he was with Pavel. He didn’t want their techniques to overlap in his brain. Despite his annoyance at having been brought here against his will, there was still a connection he was willing to further explore with the other man. One he didn’t want to sever over something as stupid as memories of Lyra tainting things. “Are you forgetting about the date I took to your club?”
Pavel tensed up, and Zane seized his moment to push things further.
“I haven’t,” Zane continued. “Great was wearing a mint green jacket. It looked so good on him. Fit super well. And—”
“All right, gorgeous.” Pavel loomed up behind him. “Chains it is.”
Chapter 30:
His delectable doctor looked so perfect, so pretty strung up and at his mercy. Pavel took a moment to admire his work, breathing slightly labored from having to wrestle Zane into position. True to his nature, Zane had fought him every step of the way, but he didn’t mind. If anything, that helped set the tone for the rest of the day.
It helped show Pavel he wasn’t the only one into this twisted game of theirs.
“I’m glad I had the foresight to come here early and set up.” He meandered around the table, taking it all in. The small circular device he’d set into the ceiling had a small orange light blinking on the side of it, showing him it was in operation. “I wanted to use traditional chains, because there’s something sexy and primal about them, you know? But this made more sense. Why have all this advanced technology if we don’t use it, right?”
The chains around Zane’s wrists kept his arms held high over his head and were embedded with a smaller device that connected with the one above them. He’d been pulled up onto his knees and was kneeling in the center of the table, naked andcovered in a sheen of sweat that made his skin sparkle in the sunlight pooling in from the wall of windows across from them.
“Have you heard of the Opperate-3F?” Pavel asked absently, talking mostly to key up the tension. Zane wasn’t the overly chatty sort, and the more Pavel dragged this out, the more tense his bashert became. “It’s a nifty Void creation they sell to a lot of companies and chain stores. Originally, it was designed to help with heavy lifting and moving stock—boxes of tools and groceries, that sort of thing. They’ve got a lot of movement.”
He had a thick black ring on his middle finger, and he lifted his hand and pulled it back, grinning when the device followed the motion.
Zane’s chained wrists jerked forward five inches, forcing him to bend with it. He clenched his jaw when Pavel moved him back into place, though with the thick blindfold still obscuring his vision, he couldn’t glare like they both knew he wanted to.
Pavel had replaced the ribbon with a proper collar made of matching chain, around one inch thick. It looped around Zane’s throat, with a long enough leash that he’d set across the table so he could easily grab it when needed.
“I think you’ve overdone yourself,” Zane stated, trying to hide how turned-on he was. He practically hummed with anticipation though, it was apparent in the way he kept shifting on his knees and how his fully erect dick bobbed and dripped between his muscular thighs. “Isn’t the harness a bit overkill?”
“Nope,” he popped the P for effect, stopping at the head of the table so he could run his gaze down the length of him. “I’ve dreamed of dressing you up like this for years. You look so sexy adorned in chains. So…”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is imprisoned,” Zane drawled.
“Thanks, gorgeous.”
“Don’t mention it.” He shifted again and the thin mess of golden chains that’d been draped over his chest and attached to his waist clinked. They were far more delicate than the ones holding him, meant only to look pretty.
Which they did.
“I picked the harness specifically for you,” Pavel told him, moving to the side of the table so he could curl a finger in the middle strand and tug lightly, just enough for Zane to feel it. The decoration had two attachments, the first at the throat, and the second low at the waist. He’d placed the thinner chain beneath the thick collar, so it appeared as though the body chain and the collar and leash were intricate parts of the same piece. “I was going to go with barbed wire and something hard looking at first. Really lean into that whole captive angle.”
He sighed and dropped his hand, circling once more. “But that’s not really befitting a prince. Gold,” he snapped his fingers, “gold is much better. It also happens to go well with your complexion.”
“For starters,” Zane replied, “I’m not a prince. Secondly, you didn’t seem to have that same problem when you were fucking me in the dirt.”
“That’s different.”
“Do tell.”
Pavel hopped onto the table behind him, moving up close to rest his hands on Zane’s hips. “That was about showing you who’s boss. This is about defiling you.”
Zane scowled. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sure it does. First, I make you all elegant and glittery.” Pavel’s left hand smoothed down the center of Zane’s chest, pressing the thin chain against his skin so he could feel it better. Then he reached for his dick, giving one solid pump as a sort of silent apology for what was about to happen next. “Then I completely and totally wreck you. Before we get to that partthough, I need you to soften up for me, Doctor.” He kissed his nape and then sighed, hating what he was about to do.
“Has Lyra ever played with you like this?” he asked, grimacing when Zane’s mood instantly changed.
“What?” His voice cracked and he took a second to wet his lips. “Don’t talk about her.”
“I thought you were into it, you know? Before I saw how angry you were at Kazimir, I thought, as he probably did, that you had a thing for Lyra. That it was mutual.”
