James liked Kit horny and overwhelmed and completely overpowered. If Darius wanted to help James with that? The more the merrier.
Darius wasn’t usually into men as young as Kit. As small as Kit. As fucking pretty as Kit. He liked topping and being in charge, but part of his satisfaction came from winning submission from men who weren’t used to submitting. Exerting control over men who controlled their own lives. Darius liked the way they melted at the chance to give up that control.
He hadn’t understood why he was drawn to Kit at first. A skinny white boy chained to Bishop’s staircase. Kit seemed anything but in control of his life, kidnapped from a massacre by a pair of vigilante murderers.
But captivity didn’t rob Kit of his iron self-control. Darius never expected that control to be all the more delicious wrapped in a vulnerable shell like Kit Byron. He could practically hear how loud Kit’s thoughts were, rattling around in his pretty little head.
Darius planned on pinning Kit down and making himstop.
James must have sprinted to the car—he rejoined them quickly in the living room. He dumped the duffel bag, condom, and packet of lube on the coffee table. “Did you bring your ropes?” James asked hopefully.
Darius walked behind Kit, touching his shoulders, his upper arms. He settled both hands heavy on Kit’s waist. “No ropes. We’ll have to improvise.”
Kit shivered in Darius’s grasp, craning around to look up at him. “Are you going to tie me up?”
“Would you like that?” Darius asked, though he could tell the answer already. “I can handcuff you or use my belt to tie your wrists.”
“Handcuffs?” Kit’s eyes darted to the duffel bag. “That doesn’t sound like improvising to me.”
Darius shrugged. “I always bring handcuffs with me.”
Kit laughed. “Condoms and handcuffs. Regular pair of Eagle Scouts right here.”
“I was never,” James said haughtily. “I didn’t need to pad my college applications. Go for the cuffs, Darius. He’s really hot in handcuffs.”
“Kit?” Darius asked.
Kit groaned. “I don’t care what you tie me up with, just fuck me already.”
Darius didn’t usually like taking orders—but that one, he was happy to obey. “James, strip him for me,” Darius said, letting go of Kit to unzip the duffel. The handcuffs were in a case with two copies of the key.
“I’m stripping him because I want to, not because you told me to,” James grumbled.
“I don’t care why you’re doing it, as long as you’re doing it,” Darius said cheerfully. He slipped one key into his back pocket and left the other in the case.
When he turned around with the cuffs, James had gotten as far as discarding Kit’s tank top and unbuckling his fly. James knelt in front of Kit, biting kisses and bruises into his stomach.Kit’s hands clenched around James’s shoulders, and he looked up at Darius with blazing green fire in his eyes.
Darius lifted the handcuffs. The metal clinked. Kit’s throat bobbed, his lips parting. He held perfectly still as Darius stalked behind him and pulled his hands from James’s shoulders. Kit’s wrists were just as thin, just as fragile as Darius remembered.
But Darius didn’t remember the reddened patch of skin on Kit’s inner forearm. He touched the pale skin around it. “What’s this on your arm?”
“Huh?” Kit tried to twist around, then laughed. He was still perfectly relaxed in Darius’s grasp. “Oh, that. I was clumsy making tea this morning.”
“Be more careful next time,” Darius said, as he clicked the first cuff around Kit’s left wrist.
Just like that, Kit stiffened again with anticipation—or maybe with the way James was groping him through his jeans. He held still as Darius closed the second cuff too. Even tightened all the way, the cuffs were nearly too large for Kit.
Darius ran his fingers along the border of metal and skin. He circled around so he could see Kit’s face. “You were in cuffs the day we met. Remember that?”
Kit bucked against James’s hand. His arousal flushed from his throat to the pink peaks of his nipples. The handcuffs clinked behind him, and he met Darius’s eyes. “Yeah, I remember. Now make me remember this too.”
26
“Do you like being a good boy, Kit?”
Kit’s whole body hummed with arousal. Both men’s attention held him in place, trapping him on a far deeper level than the cuffs around his wrists. The cuffs were perfect too, though. Each metal bite heightened every other sensation, dragging Kit under a tidal wave of fear and desire.
This was exactly what Kit needed. Remembering every time he’d been abducted, kidnapped, bound, as his cock ached perfectly.
