Not Safe for Work(61)

I flicked on the lights, and as soon as Rick stepped into the room, his gaze went straight to the center of the room, and his eyes widened. “What…the hell…”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his waist. “Never seen anything like that before, have you?”

“Not outside of a medieval torture museum, no.”

“Well, it will get you saying ‘oh God’ repeatedly, so I suppose they could’ve used it during the Inquisition.”

He turned to me, and his eyes got even bigger.

I shrugged. “What?”

He eyed me, then looked at the machine again, and I let him just stare at it for a moment. It was an odd-looking device, of course—a complex system of wheels and gears attached to a long metal arm. At the end of the arm was a thick dildo, and especially with the black vinyl table in front of it, the purpose was fairly self-explanatory. So were the coils of rope stacked neatly in the middle of the table.

“I’m in charge now.” My Dom voice felt good, and Rick’s whole body tensed. I slid my hands down his sides, and then around to his stomach, and murmured in his ear, “Right now, I’m going to tie you down. Make sure you can’t move at all. And then I’m going to turn that thing on.”

A shiver ran through him, and I doubted he’d even tried to mask it.

“And then,” I went on, “I’m going to watch it f*ck you.”

Rick licked his lips. “Holy shit.”

“You will not come until I give you permission. Understood?”

“Understood.” He paused. After a moment, he turned to me, and Jesus, he already had that look in his eyes—semi-glazed, hungry, no sign of the powerful CEO.

Hello, submissive Rick. It’s been a while.

I let him go and nodded toward the setup. “Strip, and then lie back on the table.”

Before I’d even finished the sentence, he was unbuttoning his shirt. While he undressed, I rolled my sleeves to the elbows and moved the coils of rope out of the way.

When he was naked, I just gazed at him for a moment, taking in the sight of his beautiful body, and decided it had been much too long since I’d touched him, but I’d wait. I’d stay in control. I’d touch him after I drove him out of his mind.

“Table.” I nodded toward it. “Now.”

As ordered, he climbed on. Lying on his back, he gazed up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

I touched his arm. “You okay?”

He nodded. “I’m good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done this. Been completely tied, I mean.”

“But you’re onboard?”

“Completely.”

“I don’t have to tie you all the way.”

“It’s okay.” He grinned up at me. “Please do. All the way.” He took my hand. “I trust you.”

I leaned down and kissed him lightly. “I want you to keep trusting me, so if anything goes too far, use your safe word.”

“I will.”

I pressed my lips to his again and drew the kiss out for a long moment because I was his Dom and I f*cking well wanted to.

Eventually, though, I pried myself off him and picked up a coil of rope. Showtime.

I tied his arms down first, looping the ropes through holes drilled beneath the cushioned tabletop. Once his upper body was immobile, I started on his legs, pulling one up so his ass and his cock and balls would be exposed and easy to access. Oh, this was going to be fun.

I carefully wound the rope around his thigh, then his calf, and then knotted it in the middle, making sure it was tight enough to keep him immobile, but not so tight that it would cut off the circulation or do any damage.

“Still okay?” I asked once I was finished.

Rick nodded.

“Safe word?”

“Red.”

“Perfect.” I squeezed his arm. Our eyes met—God, his were beautiful when they were glazed and heavy-lidded like that. I couldn’t wait to torment him.

I gave his arm another squeeze, then let go and went around to tie his other leg. Now he was positioned exactly how I wanted him—legs apart and bent, his ass exposed and his cock and balls in easy reach.

“You look amazing like that,” I said.

He swallowed. “Thank you.”

I caressed his cheek. “You know, some people like to use ball gags for this, but I prefer not to.”

“Why’s that?”

I traced his lower lip with the pad of my thumb. “Because I can think of much better uses for your mouth.”

Rick gulped.

“If by some chance I do decide to keep your mouth busy, you’ll have this in your hand.” I picked up a karabiner and pressed it into his hand. “That hits the floor, I guarantee I’ll hear it, and that acts as your safe word. Understood?”

He nodded.

“Don’t hesitate. Even if you’re just getting a cramp or want me to loosen the binds. We can stop anytime and pick up where we left off if we need to.”

Another nod. “Got it.”

I leaned down to kiss him. “You are seriously gorgeous like this. Just so you know.”

His mouth was so soft and pliant, I wanted to draw it out forever. But with his limbs bound the way they were, there was only so much time before I’d have to let him down, or risk this getting painful for him. Which meant it was time to get down to business.