Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“I’d tell you to strip for me, but you’re getting a pass for that arm. Tell me if anything hurts,” Frank whispered, and unbuttoned Ezra’s shirt. “I want you naked before I choose how to strap you down.”
Every letter of those three last words had Ezra’s body vibrating with a mixture of anxiety and joyful anticipation. He knew for a fact that Frank would let him go the moment he asked, but he was still not used to giving away so much agency during sex. In bed, he was on the submissive side, and liked big, strong guys, but while whatever control he had around them might be an illusion, it was there, keeping him sane. This would be a step into a forest that had previously proven dangerous, but he trusted Frank to keep him safe.
“Please. I keep forgetting how annoying this cast is,” he said with a small smile, prompting Frank to unbutton his top and then peel the smooth, cooling fabric off him while carefully handling the arm and sling.
“Healing well, I hope?” Frank asked and kissed Ezra’s nape, but he wasn’t about to waste time and unbuttoned Ezra’s pants at the same time. The way fabric pressed against Ezra’s cock had his head spinning, and he leaned into Frank, ready to whet his appetite by pressing their mouths together.
“Can’t wait to be fully healed so I can kiss you. And then put my lips around your cock, teasing you all evening.”
Frank exhaled as he pulled down Ezra’s pants and underwear at an agonizing pace. “But only once it’s no longer tender. Though it pains me to say that. You give the most amazing head.”
Ezra grinned as his chest lit up with giddiness. “Oh, I know. You just wait, and I’ll reward you,” he said and winked at Frank above his shoulder before reaching back, between Frank’s legs.
“No, baby. I want this evening to be all about you.” Frank chuckled and nudged the hand away. “That’s my pleasure, though. Taking care of you, making you come, feeling you trust me.”
Frank grabbed Ezra by the waist and sat his naked ass on the wooden table. He gave Ezra’s lips one more kiss before scooting down to remove Ezra’s shoes.
It made Ezra feel both like a prince being undressed by his servant, and a celebratory meal being prepared for devouring. Once Frank took off every last item of Ezra’s clothing, he pulled off his own T-shirt right in front of Ezra.
And what a sight it was. Every hair on Frank’s chest, every ridge of muscle called out for his hands. He wanted to smash that damn cast on his arm just so he could use both of his palms.
Without thinking, Ezra reached out for Frank, his gaze descending his strong form until it stopped on the bulge at the front of his pants. “That looks uncomfortable,” he said in a breathy voice.
“I’ll live,” Frank said, but did pop one of the buttons of his jeans open. “I need to get you ready.”
A shiver went down Ezra’s spine when Frank opened the box filled with toys and bondage gear. Arousal made his face bloom with heat, and the excitement of not knowing what was to come gave Ezra an unexpected thrill. He hadn’t been very thorough in inspecting the box all those weeks ago, but now he wanted to try out everything it contained and see Frank’s eyes shine with lust.
Ezra’s thoughts floated to the last time Frank’s thick fingers had teased him open, and he spread his thighs, trying to calm down as his cock demanded attention, hard as steel. “Yes, please.”
Frank’s gaze scraped over Ezra, from his face to his dick. “I know exactly how I want you.”
He pulled out a set of leather straps and guided Ezra through the process of putting on what turned out to be a chest harness with several D-rings. Ezra’s breath sped up at not knowing where this would go, but when Frank wrapped his arms around Ezra’s waist to close the straps at the back, he was overcome by a sense of calm, as if he’d been dropped into a dark pool filled with water as warm as his own body. He could lose himself in Frank’s fresh, soapy scent, and he took the opportunity to kiss Frank’s shoulder.
There he was, happily allowing a man to restrain him without a single worry.
When did that happen?
When did one man take such complete ownership of him? And since when did he not mind?
The straps locking the harness around him were somewhat loose, to avoid compressing his chest, but when Frank tugged on the leather, the odd sense of weightlessness made Ezra’s mind fly.
“What do you like about this?” he asked when Frank put a cuff on his cast and used it to strap his healing arm to the harness.