My heart drops straight into my balls. “We have.”
“That includes tonight. And the rest of our lives. Even old and gray—if Igrab your balls too tight—” I snort before I can stop myself. “—you tell me to stop.”
“I know… Why do you bring that up now?”
His chuckle is low, dark, and sexy as hell. It vibrates through me like a hum straight down my cock.
“This isn’t just a normal camping trip, sunshine.”
He pushes the door open, and heat immediately rolls over me. Not just from the fire glowing in the stove—definitely not wood-burning, since there’s no smoke—but from what’sinside.
Holy fuck.
There’s a sturdy wooden bed frame, thick beams reinforced with metal railings, perfect for restraints. Chains and rings are attached to the upper frame, leaving no question about their purpose.
Beside the bed sits a dresser drawer, its surface covered in ropes, bottles of lube, and toys. I recognize one of them instantly, causing my pulse to spike.
Across the room hangs whips, floggers, and implements I can’t even identify. They look intimidating… maybe even painful.
“You talked about wanting to try being bound, and that’s all this is.” Keo circles in front of me, his demeanor calm and grounding. I lift my chin, forcing myself to focus only on him. “Each tent has a different theme. Only one had bondage.”
I swallow hard and glance up at the beams overhead. A metal chain dangles from the center of the ceiling, cuffs hanging at just the right height for wrists to slip through.
“Say something.”
“Oh.” I clear my throat quickly. “Wow. I didn’t even know places like this existed.”
“You’d be surprised what you find when you Google ‘kink retreats’.” His hand comes to my jaw, thumb dragging across my lips. His gaze doesn’t waver. “We don’t have to touch any of it. Totally up to you.”
Wetting my lips, I smile. “I feel like you already know me… and what I like.”
He nods steadily. “I do.”
“And…” My chest tightens, anticipation replacing nerves. “I do want to try some of this.”
“Mhmm.” His fingers trail slowly down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he presses a kiss right against the spot that makes my balls ache.
I stifle a moan as his hands move to my waist. “And I want to do it, just… no degradation. That will never change.”
“Ayden,” he murmurs against my skin, voice low and reverent. “I love watching you fold when I praise you.” The filthy sound that escapes me is impossible to contain when his hands slip under my boxers and grip my ass. “As I said before, you deserve to be treated like a prince. Myfuckingprince. Nothing but praise, sunshine.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He rises to his full height, grinning down at me. “Is that a yes?”
I nod. “Yes. I trust you.”
The groan he lets out melts into my mouth as he kisses me, hard and deep. His passion leaves my stomach in knots, my chest on fire. Every part of me aches for what Keo is about to give, but beneath the heat, my heart feels safe and cherished. This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s so much more. It’s about being seen, protected, wanted.
My shirt is tugged up, and we break apart just long enough for him to strip it off. I fumble at his belt, eager, but he catches my wrists.
“No, no. I’ve got it,” he breathes against my lips.
My boxers drop to the floor with a tug of his fingers, and I kick them off. His hand curls around the back of my head, dragging me into another bruising kiss as he guides us further into the room.
We stop, and then gentle pressure lands on my shoulders. “On your knees for me.”
I sink instantly. The cushioned floor surprises me, softer than I expected. It’s almost like I’m kneeling on a thin mattress.
