I nodded because he probably wanted some sort of response from me, but being somewhere entirely unknown, without being able to see, scared me anyway. I followed Brooks along what I thought might be a path because it was smooth and even under my feet. We made our way up a set of stairs that had my heart hammering. I kept worrying I’d miss a step. Once we were inside, the air shifted colder, and I let out a sigh of relief. Frequently I went days at a time without leaving the Courtesan, and I just wasn’t used to the heat. He walked for a bit, and then we were at another set of stairs. My heart lived in my throat the whole way up, mostly because I was scared of what might happen to Brooks if I fucked up and missed a step—not that I wanted to take a header down the stairs, either.
When we came to the landing I was a nervous wreck, but he guided me forward.
“Turn around and sit.” I hesitated but did as he said. Though I wanted to trust him, I was afraid maybe he’d miscalculated, and I would fall to the floor. My heart slid out of my throat and back into my chest where it belonged as my ass met what was obviously a bed. The second our location registered in my lust-soaked brain, my hard-on came roaring back to life. My cock throbbed between my legs, and I squirmed and couldn’t get comfortable as my wood pressed against my suit pants in the worst way. Nearby there was some rustling around.
“I want you to relax while I finish work. I didn’t plan for you to be with me today, but I can’t say I’m unhappy about it. I was going to wait another day or two to let you get back in your routine at the Courtesan before I dragged you out of it again. I wanted you to have enough time to realize how much damage it was doing to you. Anyway, you’re going to relax. I know you don’t know what the word means, but most men can’t be comfortable in a suit. I’m going to strip you.”
I held my breath when he ran his hands along my shoulders.
“Is that okay?”
He plopped a hand on my head, and I was smiling around the gag as I nodded. Get these pants off? Yes, please. They were strangling a very important part of my anatomy.
“Good.”
He slid something cold against my wrists, and I tensed.
“Safety scissors,” he said softly. “They won’t hurt you. I would never risk your soft skin.”
The ties on my wrists gave way, but he was quick to grab my hand. “Touch nothing.” He placed my left, then right hand on the bed. “Do you understand?”
I nodded but snorted out a laugh. It was a good thing I still had the gag in because I wanted to ask if it was all right to touch the bedding, but he probably wouldn’t have found it as funny as I did right now. I almost felt drunk.
“Shh. Don’t be a jackass. I can guess you agree to behave and do as I say.”
I really wanted to ask Brooks what would’ve happened if I’d protested. The scenarios that popped to life in my mind had my cock tingling. He stripped my suit coat off. His crafty fingers tackled the tie next. He was surprisingly swift at getting the knot undone. My shirt was fast to go. I held my breath as he skated his fingers down my bare stomach to my belt and undid it. He stooped and stripped off my shoes and socks, pausing to tickle my feet. My pants and boxers he needed my help with, but I was only too happy to stand and let him tug them off me. I moaned in relief when my cock sprang free. He pushed me back down onto the bed.
“Mm. That’s a nice sound,” he said. I could tell by his voice that he’d straightened again. He brushed his lips all around the gag, pressing soft kisses to my face. I whined and gripped the bedding under my hands.
He chuckled as he bent and something incredibly soft touched my feet, then my ankles. I realized he was sliding boxers, maybe, onto me.
“Up,” he murmured, and I raised myself so he could pull them to my hips. They were softer than a cloud and felt lush on my cock. He brushed his palm over my hard-on, and I canted my hips to push back, but his touch was gone as fast as it had arrived.
Next he slipped a lighter-than-air shirt over my head. The fabric was as soft as the boxers and teased along my skin as I helped him get it over my arms. It was a T-shirt, I decided, but made of the most decadent piece of fabric that had ever touched my body. He stopped to run his fingers along my chest and dragged the cloth over my nipples. I gasped and writhed on the spot because it felt so amazing, and I’d never even considered my nipples that much of a turn on before I’d spent time with Brooks.
He bent and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Do you like that, sweet prince?”
I was careful as I nodded.
He bent again, and I really, really wanted to do anything in the world that would result in him touching my cock. I whined in disappointment when he slid something else up over my legs—shorts. I wanted to beg him not to dress me, but he didn’t stop until they were up my thighs.
“Good boy, that’s right.”
Brooks moved my needy cock out of the way and tucked it as he carefully zipped the fly and did up the button. I let out a shaky breath. He took one of my wrists in his hand, and I tried to tug it free when I felt a strap slip around it, but he only held on firmly and tightened it. Then he did the same to my other hand. Restraints of some kind, clearly, though more comfortable than the zip ties, and way softer than cuffs. I yanked. I’d seen some like these before, and I laughed around the gag.
“Walk with me.”
He took one of my hands in his, and I tried to tug him to my throbbing cock, but he only laughed and yanked on my hand so that we moved forward. We made another terrifying trip, this time down the stairs together, and I huddled at his side, trying not to knock him off course. We walked for a bit once we hit the first floor, moving from hardwood to plush carpeting.
He turned me just so. “Sit and then lie down.” I sat onto a soft cushion, and he bumped his hand against my head. “I said lie down.” There was a canine whine nearby, and Brooks said, “Good girl, him, not you. Come on, Lemonade can listen better than this.”
Sighing, I did as he asked, and found a soft pillow. A slight tinge of wood polish and leather hit my nose, and I wriggled around. I was obviously on a couch. I hated to admit it, but this was soothing in a way not even the massage had been. All I could do was what Brooks told me.
“You’re in my office at my house. Darcy, you always looked exhausted, and you did for years, at least to me. Beautiful, but ready to give out. Nap, so I can have plenty of fun with you later. I want you full of energy for me.”
He ran his fingers down my cheek, and I snagged his wrist, bringing his hand to my gag. I tapped his fingers there.
“No, it stays. Otherwise, you’ll waste energy arguing with me.”
