Page 40 of Chloé

Oh fuck. That’s right.They’d been making Chloé’s bookshelf, and Ethan reminded him about the bench he’d had Zayne construct one night, many moons ago. It was stored away in the cabana somewhere, he remembered now—and so did his dick.

“Get out of the pool, Z.”

Zayne pushed to his feet, and as the water sluiced over his body, Ethan’s eyes trailed down over him. They zeroed in on the soaked material clinging to his cock.

With their roles now firmly in place, he waited for his next instruction like the good fucking boy he was.

“Take them off.” Ethan waited for Zayne to follow his order. “I want to look at the body I’m going to be using tonight.”

Sweet fucking Jesus, Zayne hadn’t been prepared for this. But his balls tightened at the implication of what was about to happen as he hooked his fingers in his swim shorts and peeled them off.

When his thick erection came into view, Ethan gripped his own cock a little harder, and Zayne lowered his eyes and kept his hands at his sides, just as he’d been taught.

“Very good,” Ethan said as he walked closer. He reached out and drew a finger along the underside of Zayne’s shaft, and when it jerked, he hummed.

Fuuuck.That sound was so goddamn sexy, Zayne struggled to keep his hands at his side as Ethan trailed fingers up the V of his pelvis, over his hip, and around to his ass.

Zayne shut his eyes as Ethan walked around behind him, and when the hot, wet tip of a tongue dragged up the back of his neck, a shiver raced down his spine.

“Follow me.” Ethan walked off ahead of him, knowing Zayne would obey, and led them toward the cabana.

Zayne’s heart began to thump.Shit.He couldn’t remember the last time they’d played out here. It used to be a regular occurrence before they renovated their bedroom upstairs and opened the club. But the memories of being bound and restrained with the French doors wide, the summer breeze on his body, and the world potentially watching, had been an aphrodisiac like no other.

Ethan would spend hours teasing and tormenting his body, sometimes in the pool, sometimes on the grassy grounds, butmostof the time right here in the main room of the cabana.

As they stepped inside, Zayne expected to see the usual couches surrounding the coffee table that overlooked the pool and grounds. But instead, the couches were gone and so was the table, and in their place were silky black sheets covering the floor, and the bench he’d made all those years ago.

It had four wooden legs and a flat leather padded surface, with sturdy metal rings at the front for Ethan to restrain him, and straps attached the back legs for the same reason.

It seemed Ethan had been doing morethan just work while he was in here. He’d been setting a scene, and holy fuck, what a scene it was. There was a table set up behind the bench with all kinds of toys and lubricants, and candles flickered around the room, creating a sensual mood that was straight out of all Zayne’s fuck fantasies.

“Wait right there.”

Zayne froze at the head of the bench, his eyes once again dropping to his feet, as Ethan walked around to the table at the other end. Zayne’s cock throbbed harder than ever as he heard Ethan pick something up.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and your answer will be the last decision you make for yourself tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good boy. Now, raise your eyes.”

Zayne lifted his gaze until it connected with Ethan’s, and the desire swirling in those golden depths made Zayne’s body vibrate with need.

“Rope or cuffs?” Ethan held one of each in hand.

Christ, what kind of decision was that? But considering what he was about to be restrained to, Zayne decided to go with what they’d originally had in mind when they designed this piece of equipment.

“Cuffs.”

An immoral smirk curled Ethan’s lips. “Good choice. Now come with me.”

He turned on his heel, and like the well-trained sub Zayne was, he followed Ethan to the end of the bench and stopped where he was instructed to do so.

“Move into position.”

Zayne swallowed, knowing exactly what Ethan wanted. Sure, it’d been a while since they’d done this out here, but they sure as fuck had played on equipment like this in the house and at the club.

Zayne moved to the end of the bench and spread his legs as wide as its were. A second later he felt Ethan move in behind him, and just like outside by the pool, he dragged his tongue across the base of his neck, but this time he didn’t stop there. He trailed it down Zayne’s spine, stopping to flick it over his tailbone, then he scraped his teeth over his ass cheek and growled.

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