Page 72 of Counterpoint
Adrian must have noticed, because he raised an eyebrow. “Everything all right?”
“Just fucking turned on.”
A wicked, wicked quirk to those lips, but no reply. From his dresser drawer of goodies, Adrian pulled out several bundles of the black rope he’d used before—but far more bundles. He placed them on the bench by the bed, then scanned Dom’s body, that same burning desire in his eyes as before.
It wasn’t entirely sexual, Dom realized. Sure, Adrian was hard, but the way he flicked his eyes over Dom’s flesh—it wasn’t with the gaze of someone who wanted to devour.
Adrian wanted to possess. Tame. Have.
Dom couldn’t help the shudder.
That gaze softened a little, and Adrian went back to the drawer to pull out another item—a pair of large scissors. He placed them on the bedside table. “At any time you need out, tell me, and I’ll have you free as fast as possible.”
Dom nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.” He paused. “But I want this. You know I do.”
“I do know. But wanting and handling can sometimes be different things.” He patted Dom’s calf. “Trust me on this.”
He had no other choice, really.
Dom had expected Adrian to start at his wrists and work down, but that’s not what happened. He started at the chest and worked up and down, shifted Dom this way and that. Looping, knotting, tying until rope crossed his body in weblike patterns and Dom felt the gentle pressure and friction with every breath. Arms were secured above his head, wrists tied together. Both arms bound down with rope. Adrian stroked and touched and murmured as he worked, and Dom’s nerves zinged and shook. His skin felt tight, and he was light and strong and secure in the web Adrian created over his body.
Then he worked his way down, rope lying over Dom’s hips and between his legs and—
Dom sucked in a breath and moaned when Adrian crossed the rope around the base of his cock. Lifted and separated his balls. Not tight, though. Just enough that he knew those bonds were there.
As if answering Dom’s thoughts, Adrian spoke, his words low and husky. “Yes, I could make it tighter. But we really haven’t discussed cock and ball torture. So we’ll leave that for now.”
Cock and—“I haven’t gotten to that chapter yet.”
Adrian laughed and set to work on his legs. Those were bound together, all the way down to his ankles. Adrian even wove rope between his toes.
The bed shifted beneath Dom when Adrian finished and stood. “There.” Adrian had a quirk of a smile.
He didn’t ask how Dom felt, which was good, since he didn’t even know how to process the sensations over his body. Rope pulled when he shivered or breathed or flexed a muscle, sending spikes of awareness down his body. There was security here, but also terror because he really was completely tied up and at Adrian’s mercy. He could move his arms a little more than the rest of his body—but not much.
Strangely, he was hard—but not aroused. At least not in the way he normally thought of it; that driving need to fuck wasn’t there.
Adrian drew his finger in a circle around Dom’s bellybutton, and everything went hazy. He moaned against the touch. Ropes pulled. Skin responded.
And oh, that grin. “Yes. Very nice. You’re a dream, Dominic.”
This felt like one, like some strange, surreal moment where everything he’d ever desired coalesced into one thing—the ropes around his body. He tried for words, but that seemed like too much, so he just met Adrian’s gaze.
A chuckle and more touches, and the same overwhelming flood of sensations. Adrian ghosted fingers and tongue over so much of Dom’s body. Rope shifted. Skin sang. No idea how long it lasted, but in the end, he was whimpering.
He was exhausted. He wanted more. “Please.” This time, he managed to get that word out.
Adrian bent down and kissed him. Not the devouring kiss he expected, but a sweet one that tasted of calm and quiet. He cupped Dom’s face. “I’m gonna untie you.”
Dom croaked. “But—sex?” Then again, the thought of Adrian flipping him over and plowing into him made him squeeze his eyes shut as waves of pleasure rippled over his body.
The hand remained. “Not tonight. You’re a little too far gone. And this is new to you.”
“Okay.” Yeah, ’cause he was actually really out of it. Good god. This was like being drunk.
“Dominic, thank you for trusting me. It’s been—a very long while for me.”
Dom had no idea what that meant. “Welcome.”
