Page 14 of Tantalized By the Cursed Statue
But what if Nathaniel is being too squirmy and eager? The man holding him is so solemn, his words a deep rumble. Anxiety ripples through him, and he hesitates, looking up into the man’s eyes, trying to read his stony expression.
“I love how relaxed you are in my arms,”the statue tells him.
Nathaniel’s face burns.
“My name is Martell. What is yours?”
That’s right, they never introduced themselves. Well, and Nathaniel was always too busy running away in fear.
“I’m Nathaniel,” he says shyly.
“You’re beautiful,”the statue says.
“Really?” Nathaniel chokes out. “But I’m so…you know…”
“Gorgeous,”the statue says firmly.“I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but…”he shakes his head.“Things are about to get very weird for you, Nathaniel. Very good, but very strange. I want you to know that you can walk away at any time, and I will be proud of you for trying.”
“Wait—does that mean you’re about to get frozen again? I mean, if we don’t do this soon? Does it all have to happen on Halloween night?”
Martell gently squeezes Nathaniel as the frantic questions spill out of him.
“I will be fine no matter what happens,”he answers.“Breaking my curse requires an unusual amount of…”the statue pauses.“Courage. Which I already know you have in spades. But this also means you must summon the courage to stop me if you need to. The moment you shout three times, I will stop.”
“I get it,” Nathaniel breathes. He never thought he’d be discussing safewords with a living block of stone. And strangelyenough, this just makes him burn hotter. Because it means things are about to get even more freaky.
But what will happen if he fails?
“About breaking the curse, though…” Nathaniel stammers. “I haven’t gotten it to fit. Not even a little. I’ve tried really hard.”
“I know how hard you’ve tried,”the statue says, laying a kiss on Nathaniel’s head.“Quite frankly, it’s beendriving me madto feel how hard you’ve been trying. I’m grateful for your efforts, but you need to relax.”
“I’ve tried relaxing!”
“No, you need to be held. You need to give up control, then you’ll be loose enough that I can make you fly.”
Nathaniel actually whines before he can stop himself. That sounds amazing.
The statue gently sets Nathaniel on the floor, then goes over and picks up something.
At the sight of the metal links, Nathaniel’s heart begins to thud. They’re the shackles from his costume.
“Is this what you like?” The statue asks, hefting the chains in his hands.
Nathaniel blushes bring red. He can’t just admitout loudthat he wants something like that. “Um…I’m not sure…”
“They were among your belongings.”
Martell waits expectantly.
Well, Nathaniel doesn’tdislikethem. Especially when the statue’s eyes are roving over his body like he’s planning the specific way to bind him.
“Um, yeah.” Nathaniel’s feet shuffle. “I guess?”
“I want a direct answer,”the statue says. A shiver of arousal runs down Nathaniel’s spine at his firm tone.
“Yes,” Nathaniel says, trying to keep his voice steady. “I want you to bind me.”Really, really badly.
“Good boy. Take off your clothes, kneel down, and cross your hands behind your back.”
