Page 10 of Their Master

Smith adored bondage and physical pain, both dispensing and receiving it.

But the trouble with surrendering to such pleasure was that it left him at his most vulnerable, so he rarely indulged himself, even in his own home.

For years the only people Smith had allowed to tie him up were his close friends Malcolm and Susan Barton, a married couple who shared his proclivities. But Susan had died some years back and since then he and Malcolm had only engaged in annual debauches on the anniversary of her birthday.

Malcolm had recently remarried, so Smith wasn’t sure they’d even have those yearly trysts any longer.

Hemissedthose sexually liberated times with his two friends; he missed them terribly.

But even though he kept armed guards at the entrances to his house and employed a small army of loyal servants, he was still leery of permitting himself to be bound and gagged in his own home.

Smith’s reticence had driven Charles to distraction.

“You don’t trust me to tie you up!” Charles had accused him on more than one occasion.

Smith had not been able to refute the accusation; hehadn’ttrusted Charles not to exploit such a position of power. The younger man was simply too mercurial.

Other than Malcolm and Susan, the only person he’d ever relaxed his barriers for was Luke. For reasons beyond Smith’s ken—he trusted the big man implicitly. Even so, it wasn’t something he indulged in often.

But tonight, Smith desperately needed to give up control and enjoy nothing but sensation for a few hours.

Luke secured Smith’s ankles first, buckling soft leather cuffs around each and then attaching straps to the cuffs.

He then flipped up the sections of wood flooring that concealed heavy cast iron rings and fed the straps through the rings and spread Smith’s legs wide, until his hips and groin ached from the tension.

Once Smith’s legs were secure, he went to an unobtrusive wood panel set in the wall, flipped it open, and turned a dial. Thanks to the miracle of electricity—a subject Smith was interested in—the heavy wrought-iron light fixture descended soundlessly from the ceiling.

Luke attached Smith’s wrists to the fixture with more leather straps and then turned the dial in the opposite direction, not stopping until Smith’s arms were stretched high over his head and he was almost standing on his toes. The heavy fixture was anchored to an eight-inch beam embedded in the plaster ceiling, which meant that Smith could yank and struggle for the rest of his life and never get free.

Lastly, Luke fastened on the gag, which was fashioned after a bridle, complete with a curb strap, cheek piece, and a thick bit that spread his jaws wide and pinioned his tongue. Leather straps held the device together and fastened with a heavy buckle at the back of his head.

The moment Smith was bound, gagged, and immobilized a transformation came over his gentle, submissive servant, whose face was normally as devoid of emotion as a totemic carving.

Luke’s lips curved into a faint, cruel smile, his pale skin flushed, and his blue eyes blazed with arousal.

“So beautiful,” Luke murmured, caressing Smith’s spread lips with a thick, work-roughened finger.

He’d cinched the gag so tightly that the leather cut into Smith’s cheeks and the thick bit forced his jaws wide enough to ache. Not only was Smith deprived of speech and restrained like an animal, but he was also drooling, which was a humiliating side-effect of wearing such a device.

Luke glanced down at Smith’s prick, which was back to full hardness even though he’d ejaculated barely half an hour earlier.

“Is this for me?” Luke smirked and then slapped Smith’s cock with the flat of his hand.

Smith’s scream was effectively choked off by the gag. In a house was filled with servants, only he and Luke could hear the hoarse gurgle of pain.

Tears ran freely down his cheeks, the sight of them drawing a demonic laugh from his captor.

“Like that, did you?”

Despite the tears and scream, Smith’s cock was like iron, the copious fluid leaking from the slit a mute testament to his arousal.

Luke slapped him again, even harder, sending ragged bolts of pain from his groin to his belly while his balls tried to retract into his body.

Smith would have doubled over at the agony had he not been bound so tightly.

“You acknowledge a question when I ask you one,” Luke snarled.

Smith nodded vigorously, drool streaming from his mouth.

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