Snatching a cushion off a shelf to his left, Joe tossed it onto the edge of the countertop. He tugged both Scott’s trousers and his boxers down until they bunched around his knees. LiftingScott off his feet, Joe bent him neatly over his new makeshift bondage bench.
Stepping back, Joe considered the arrangement. Scott’s chest lay against the countertop, his crotch was pressed into the cushion, his legs were hanging over the edge and, most importantly of all, his bare arse was offered up for Joe’s personal pleasure.
A startled little yelp had been Scott’s only contribution to proceedings. Even now, when Joe walked away, Scott remained speechless and kept his hands behind his back. Shock or submission—either way, it suited Joe.
On the other side of the counter, Joe discovered a row of hooks.
Moving aside a gigantic pair of shears which were far more intimidating than the equipment in most BDSM clubs, Joe secured one end of his newly acquired tassel to one of the big hooks.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. Who needed a DIY section? Looking up, Joe met Scott’s eyes. He had everything he needed right in front of him. “Give me your hands.”
* * * * *
Scott slowly took his hands from behind his back and offered them to Joe across the highly polished countertop. He watched as Joe deftly secured them to a hook with a fancy curtain tie-back.
Scott frowned; he was reasonably sure the rope tassel wouldn’t hold him in place if he made any sort of serious attempt to free himself. Suddenly, Joe’s work on the knot pulled Scott’s whole body an inch closer to the opposite side of the counter. Scott’s bare cock rubbed against the cushion beneath him. Cool air caressed his arse. The tie-back became irrelevant. He couldvery happily spend the rest of his life in that exact spot without ever wanting to be free.
“Now I really can do whatever I want with you,” Joe said. “Can’t I?”
Scott nodded, still staring at his bound hands and wondering what else Joe might decide to tie him up with in the future. In that moment, Scott’s world stopped being a place that contained innocent everyday things and, in a completely different mental category, kinky things that were designed to be used in erotic games.
The line in the sand disappeared—Joe’s heavy boots stomped it out as he strode across it. A hundred kinky things followed in Joe’s wake, spreading through Scott’s world until there was nowhere he could hide from them.
Scott only managed to tear his gaze from the tie-back when Joe took a step back. That was wrong. Scott opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He might as well have been gagged.
Relief rushed through Scott, sweeping away his panic, as Joe failed to stride out of the room and leave him there, exposed and helpless. Instead, Joe walked around the counter and stood directly behind him, just an inch from his bare backside.
“Joe?” Scott finally managed to rasp out, as the silence stretched out.
Joe slid his fingertips down between Scott’s cheeks to tease his hole.
Lightening sparked through Scott’s body. His legs jerked. He kicked the side of the counter as he desperately tried to gain enough leverage to press his arse back against Joe’s fingers.
It was no use. The side of the counter was just as smooth as its top. All Scott managed to do was rub his cock more firmly against the cushion and grind his crotch into the rough, tapestry surface.
Scott was stuck, unable to do anything other than accept whatever Joe chose to give him. He couldn’t even spread his legs in invitation because his damn trousers were bunched up around his knees. He silently rattled through every curse he knew.
Joe hummed an unidentifiable little tune under his breath as he pushed the back of Scott’s polo-shirt up, exposing another few inches of skin. A shiver danced along Scott’s spine, more because of how vulnerable he felt than anything as irrelevant as temperature; and even more so because of how much that sense of vulnerability appealed to him.
“Joe?”
“Yeah?”
Scott peered awkwardly over his shoulder just in time to see Joe take a little tube of lube out of the back pocket of his jeans.
The next moment, Joe’s hands left Scott’s field of vision. Scott held his breath, mentally reciting every prayer he could remember. Someone was listening. All his desperate supplications were answered as Joe’s fingers slid between his buttocks.
The lube was warm after being carried around in Joe’s pocket. It was wonderfully slick as Joe circled Scott’s hole with his fingertips, teasing him without trying to enter him.
Even while he knew it was impossible, Scott struggled to spread his legs. Moaning his frustration, he dropped his head toward the countertop as Joe slid his fingers inside him, very,veryslowly. Scott only remembered how to breathe properly once those digits were buried so deeply inside him that he could feel Joe’s knuckles pressing against the cleft between his arse cheeks.
Scott crammed as much air as possible into his lungs, not sure how long his ability to breathe without conscious effortwould last this time. Joe crooked the digits and immediately found Scott’s prostate.
Scott jerked, damn near putting his foot through the side of the counter as pleasure hit him hard and fast. Pain shot through his toes, but it couldn’t compete with the pure bliss Joe pushed into him.
“If you stay still for me, I might give you permission to come.”
Permission.Might. Those words registered in Scott’s mind, even if nothing else did.
