“Piers was trapped in a bad situation and didn’t have the courage to get out of it for himself, but he found it to help me.” I clasped RJ’s hand and held on tight. “That counts for a lot.”
RJ didn’t say anything but held me close as we walked to the elevator together, then went inside. He stumbled a little and straightened, and I nudged him with my elbow because he kept trying to pretend his leg didn’t hurt at all. He probably thought I hadn’t noticed him limping here and there, and I assumed he didn’t want to take the stairs because he was still in pain. RJ rested his hand on the back of my neck and tickled the skin with his thumb. Since he was busy, I jabbed the button to take us to the second floor.
“That feels good.” I stepped closer to him as an electric shiver raced across my skin. He rubbed his thumb up under my ear and down to massage along my jawbone, which felt oddly good. “I don’t have anything here for, uh, sex, Daddy,” I murmured, glancing up at him.
“Good,” he said, and his tone was so self-satisfied that I had to chuckle.
“How is that good?”
“Daddies are supposed to take care of their boys. Everything we need will be in the room when we get back.” He winked at me.
My face heated. “So, someone at the Courtesan knows you’re planning to... be with me tonight?”
“They do,” he said as the elevator door opened, and we stepped out. I glanced back over my shoulder and my gut clenched for a moment. Because RJ was hurt, I’d been able to deal with the elevator. I didn’t think I would be able to stomach getting on one alone.
“What if I said no tonight?” I glanced up at him.
He smiled and tapped the tip of my nose. “I would respect it. But I don’t think you will.”
I snorted. “Cocky.”
“Yep.” He winked and dragged me in for a rough kiss that stole my breath and trapped me in time like we were in an hourglass on its side. I had no idea how long his mouth ate mine or when I got hard enough that I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my wood against his thigh, but someone walked past in the hallway and slapped RJ on the shoulder.
“Take that pretty cabin boy to a room and have your way with him, sir,” he said. I frowned after the man dressed as a pirate who hurried away from us along the hall.
“Does he work here?”
RJ chuckled. “Yeah, his name’s Ephraim. Come on.” RJ backed off a bit, but we stared into each other’s eyes and all I could do was grin until my cheeks hurt.
“I’m so happy to be here with you tonight, Daddy. Everything you did was nice.”
He tickled my chin with his thumb. “What do you want tonight, boy?”
My body burned so hot that I was sure I was on fire and my head felt spacey as I crooked a finger at him. He leaned closer so I could put my lips right against his ear. “I can’t stop thinking about how Piers was tied up. He did like Van at one point, so I think early on he must’ve agreed to all that. What I saw was bad. I don’t think Piers wanted to be doing it anymore. And I feel terrible for him. But I can’t stop wondering what it would feel like to be restrained that way with someone I love. Daddy, I want to try it.”
RJ groaned and attacked my bottom lip, sucking on it. “I can do that with you, boy.”
I grabbed his waist and held on for dear life. “Is it wrong that seeing him in such a horrible position made me want to try it? I might not have thought about it without that moment. In a weird way, I keep thinking all this crap was almost worth it because that image in my mind is.... I don’t have words. And at the time I was really upset and scared, but thinking back, there was something about the cuffs I liked. For me, not him. Fuck, I sound stupid.” Humiliation had my cheeks burning.
RJ tipped my chin up. “I don’t care if it is wrong.” His eyebrows flew high and some of my embarrassment vanished. “I want you to have anything you want or need from me, boy.”
RJ held out his elbow and I slid my hand around it. He walked me to my bedroom door. I was nervous as I used my key card to let us into the room, and theclickof the door closing behind us was shockingly loud as it echoed. Someone had been in here like RJ had promised. The rose he’d brought me earlier was on the dresser in a clear glass vase. I’d left the flower with the stem in the bathroom sink because I hadn’t known what else to do with it. There was a silver tray of different fancy glass bottles full of liquids—were they oils? I couldn’t begin to guess at the contents. Crowded next to the glassware were a few brands of lube I recognized from trips down the aisle at the grocery store.
There was also a small box that reminded me of something for jewelry, so I went over to the tray and flipped up the top. I groaned because it was a selection of condoms in different sizes and brands. I picked up one square packet and the gold wrapper winked in the lamplight. “Do you need silicone?”
“No latex allergies here,” RJ said with a smile. “It just needs to fit.” He stared at me while unbuckling his belt. My throat went tight enough that I didn’t think a pea would slide down to my belly if I tried to swallow it. He drew the leather out of the loops. “You’re allowed to be a little twisted, Winter. Most of us are. I won’t judge you because you realized something punched your card while you were in a bad situation.” He stalked toward me. “Take your coat off, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breezed out, as if I was born saying the words, and a small smile kicked up the corner of his mouth. I shrugged off my leather coat and folded it in half before laying it on the dresser. He stepped forward and trailed his hand down the center of my chest, then circled his thumb around my right nipple. His touch felt good, but the thought that he was caressing me there, where no one had really touched me, was almost more intoxicating than the stab of pleasure that flared to life in my groin. He played with the other nipple, and I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so I ended up rubbing them over my abs as my cock swelled and throbbed and shoved at the front of my leather pants.
“You want to be tied down. I don’t have anything cute like fuzzy cuffs here, nothing soft to cradle your sweet wrists, but I’m always willing to accommodate my baby,” he said, voice a low, warm rumble. He stepped back and slipped one side of his belt into the golden buckle and messed around with it for about a minute. When he was done, he had a circle of leather.
“Hands,” he said.
Frowning, I put my hands through the loop, and he was quick to pull on the tail of the belt. I was shocked as the leather tightened around my wrists. I tried to pull my hands apart and couldn’t. He dragged my wrists higher into the air and backed me up against the wall beside the dresser. My shoulders were cold while my front was on meltdown alert. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t ask Daddy questions while he’s working, baby,” RJ murmured, then leaned down and kissed my neck.
I moaned as he sucked on a spot near my Adam’s apple. My cock was struggling to get out of my pants, but I couldn’t do anything. I tugged lightly on my arms, and he held them in place.
