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I hug Jamie tighter and purr.

Two down, one to go.

ChapterThirty-Six

BRENDAN

GettingVeronica out of the office and keeping her out for over an hour is next to impossible, but somehow Anthony managed it. God bless that deviant beta. “How is that?” I ask Jamie. “Is anything pinching or numb?”

“No. It feels good,” Jamie admits, his cheeks turning pink.

A glance down at the mess of pre-cum dripping from the hole in his silver cock cage. It pools on his belly, showing me he’s telling the truth. He enjoys being bound. “I can tell. Good.”

The sight of his broad, perfect body tied up in hot pink rope makes my cock twitch in my pants. Nothing beats a good rigging. The sight of twisted rope digging into flesh, of restrained limbs leaving my poor little bunny helpless… Nothing makes me harder.

“I enjoy seeing you in my rope,” I say.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I trail two fingers over the loops that bind his arms behind his back. I reach around and make sure they’re secure. He’s caught. Helpless. Only his legs are free.

The rope makes a pattern of diamonds over his abs and chest. It wraps around his pelvis and upper thighs. Instead of obscuring his masculinity, his beauty, the rope enhances it. Each line draws the eye to the planes of his muscular body. Each crisscrossing holds it taut. Keeps him captive and still. Dependent on my mercy.

The blindfold I made of rope, the one I tied carefully so it wouldn’t catch his hair, keeps him in the dark. His head swings, tracking my movements through only his hearing, as I move around him where he’s seated in his chair.

I inspect Jamie once more, then I grab something from my bag and press the brass jingle bell into his hand. I reach around him like a hug and work my way to one of his bound hands.

“Hold this. If anything pinches or goes numb or tingles, drop it and I’ll hear the noise it makes. Now, open your mouth.”

Once he’s taken the bell from me and opened his mouth, I pull the rope gag I made earlier from around my neck and fit it between his teeth. I’m careful not to snag his hair as I pull it taut and tie it into place.

Under the pretense of checking each line and pinch point, I tease him. I touch everywhere but his aching cock. Stuffed in that tiny cage, the strain of his erection has to be unbearable right now.

“Time to take that off,” I tell him as I reach for the key around my neck. “Not that you’re going to be using it tonight. But your erection completes the look, and I want to see how hard my rope makes you.” I pull the necklace over my head and slot the key into the lock on his cage. Once the lock cylinder is out, the two pieces come apart quickly. Jamie’s cock swells instantly. His heavy penis flops against the seat of his chair.

I wrap my hand around his base and tug him until he’s at full mast. I jerk him enough to tease but not satisfy. His arousal leaks against his thigh, the chair, my hand.

“How badly do you want to come?” I ask him.

He nods, desperate, and makes a rough sound in the back of his throat. A line of drool drips around the hemp rope in his mouth.

“You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you? What a good toy you are, letting me play with you. Getting you warmed up and ready.”

Jamie pants around his gag, his hips twitching with the urge to thrust his cock harder into the ring of my fingers. But every thrust of his hips pulls at the bindings on his arms, putting a strain on his shoulders. After a few halfhearted surges, he gives up and goes still. Surrenders. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. That moment when a sub realizes they’re truly helpless without my gentle mercy.

Pre-cum leaks down my knuckles and his abdomen clenches as I bring him to the point of orgasm, then stop. “No. Not yet. I haven’t said you could come.”

He groans around his gag when I let him go. “Now your cock is nice and hard for your Mistress to appreciate.”

The scuff of footsteps on the stairs makes my heart race in my chest. It’s time.

“What sort of surprise is waiting in my office?” Veronica asks, her words and footsteps echoing up to us. The club is empty after a long night, and the music’s off. Everyone else has gone home to their beds. “Your surprises make me nervous. Did you do something to my office? How mad am I going to be?”

“Hush, baby. This one is Brendan’s doing and you’ll like it. Trust me.”

“That’s the problem because your last surprise involved a hollowed out pineapple and… oh. Oh my God.”

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” I ask her. My hand strokes over Jamie’s pectorals, which bulge around the rope winched around them. He was handsome before the rope highlighted his anatomy. Now, he’s perfect. A glorious specimen of young, cut alpha.

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