“Look closer,” he purred.
Isaac looked again. The contraptions were shaped in such a way that he could picture a human body resting on them. There were soft straps in strategic places—places where they would hold legs apart, hold wrists out of the way, hold heads still.
A slow shiver went down his body, and Shadrach chuckled.
“Was that a good reaction or a bad one?”
“I… don’t know.” His eyes caught on a giant, black X standing in the corner. There were straps on the top and bottom—for wrists and ankles. Another looked like a padded table with raised, curved pieces that might be for calves. There was a chair with aholein the seat. “This is, uh, a lot.”
“I feel the need to add that everything is sanitized and well cared for. And even if it weren’t, you can’t catch anything with my blood in your system.”
Isaac’s brows rose. “Good to know. On both counts.”
Shadrach’s hand slipped down his stomach to palm him through his brand new jeans, and his cock gave a very interested jerk. “I think somebody likes what he sees.”
Did he? Was he interested in this kind of thing? He couldn’t deny there was a certain appeal.
“Where did you even get all of this stuff?”
“I bought some of it online. And some I had custom-made.”
Isaac believed that. He didn’t know what some of this stuff evendid, but he imagined it was all very expensive and top-of-the-line.
“I’ve been living with you for almost a week. Why haven’t you mentioned this room?” Why did his voice sound so hoarse?
“We were dealing with enough. There was no hurry. I only fucked you for the first time four nights ago, and you were untouched before that. Your whole world had been turned upside-down. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with anything. All of this stuff is meant to be fun.”
Teeth pinched his shoulder for a moment, and a groan left him.
“Very, very fun,” Shadrach said darkly.
He moved away from Isaac and went to the black chest against the mirrored wall. He dug around in it for a moment,and the sound of clattering metal and rattling chains made Isaac’s cock twitch again. When Shadrach turned around, he had a pair of velcro straps and a black, metal bar, about two and a half feet wide.
“Go get on the bed,” Shadrach said.
Isaac backed toward the door, his gaze sweeping the room one last time. “This is a sex dungeon. You have a literal sex dungeon.”
“I do. I’m very old, you see. I like to indulge.”
“What does that thing do?” Isaac asked as they emerged in the carefully bland and warm aesthetic of the rest of the apartment. It all seemed like a ruse now, the pretty luxe decor hiding the black heart that lurked within. He gathered the stacks of new clothes and set them in the cardboard boxes they’d been delivered in, leaving it all in a stack on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“This,” Shadrach raised the bar and straps together as Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, “is a spreader bar. It can go between your feet or your hands.”
A bolt of heat shot down his spine, and Shadrach didn’t miss the way it darkened his expression.
“You like?”
“I think so, yeah.”
Shadrach laid the bar on the bed beside him. “Undress yourself, then.”
Isaac obeyed, his heart thumping rapidly as he shucked off the shirt and peeled the jeans and boxer briefs down together. Shadrach stood right in front of him, not helping at all, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of freckled skin that was revealed. When he was completely naked, Shadrach carefully attached each strap to Isaac’s wrists, watching intently for any signs of discomfort. Nerves flutteredin Isaac’s stomach, but there was no reluctance lurking within him. In fact, this was exciting. He would be bound. He would be at Shadrach’s mercy. That, he’d learned, came with incredible sensations.
Shadrach turned him around to attach the bar behind his back. The D-rings were positioned in such a way that he could still twist his wrists, allowing the bar to be lifted over his head and brought to the front without having to remove it and reposition. Shadrach guided the bar over his head and down to his lower back. Their eyes met, and heat billowed through Isaac. His demon was still fully clothed while Isaac was naked and bound. He never would have expected to call thisfreeing, but he’d never felt more raw, more real, more unapologeticallyhimself.
Without warning, Shadrach spun him around and shoved him down face-first onto the bed, tugging on the bar to keep his arms taut. Isaac barely managed to turn his head so the blanket wasn’t suffocating him when Shadrach’s tongue speared into him.
Isaac moaned, digging his knees into the mattress and canting his hips back. Shadrach licked and sucked like a starving man, low snarls vibrating from his mouth to Isaac’s ass like he’d been hanging on by a thread this whole time and finally unleashed the beast within. His fingers dug divots into Isaac’s hips and thighs, thumbs spreading him open wide. Isaac couldn’t think past the hot, wet heat of Shadrach’s mouth on his most intimate places. Crazed animal sounds spilled from his mouth, his hands clenching into useless fists, because there was nothing for him to grab onto. He struggled against the bar, flexing his shoulders, but Shadrach’s grip was like steel, keeping his arms locked at his lower back.
