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)
Frank smirked as he moved on to closing leather straps on Ezra’s thighs, right above the knees. “I like knowing you trust me enough to let me do this. That you believe me when I say that I’ll give you the pleasure you need and won’t fight me about it. That I get access to your beautiful body in whatever way I like. That you trust I’ll let you go if you ask, but also that you won’t ask, because you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Frank spoke with confidence as he splayed his hand on Ezra’s chest and pushed him down to the table without using much force. Something about the steadiness behind that movement made the butterflies in Ezra’s stomach spin rapidly, but he didn’t fight gravity and rested on the table, taking in Frank almost as if he were seeing him for the first time.
He’d always considered Frank handsome, with his strong, masculine features, thick dark hair, and eyes deep like secret passages leading to mysteries Ezra was desperate to uncover. “There was this boy, a bully, who’d always hold me down, and while I was always afraid it might spin out of control, a part of me liked it. The way he was hot against me. The way he touched me more than anyone else in my life. That’s when I started having fantasies of it turning into more,” Ezra said breathlessly, as he recalled discovering his first sexual feelings and immediately knowing he was not like most boys. “Do you remember when you knew you wanted this?” he asked, making the metal rings clink.
Frank hummed, circling the table with a little smirk. He grabbed Ezra’s wrist and pulled it all the way to the corner. There was a certain finality to the way he attached the cuff on Ezra’s wrist to one Frank wrapped around the table’s leg.
He then proceeded to pick up the glasses and dishes, as if Ezra wasn’t there, naked, hard, and desperate for more.
“I had a lover who was into being overpowered. He was a tiny thing, but needy and horny. One night he was scratching my back so much, and I just wanted to fuck him in peace.” Frank chuckled as he set a plate on the kitchen counter. “So I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. The way he looked at me when I did that and instantly calmed down. Mmm… It was as if I lit a fire in his eyes. He completely lost it, came like never before, and I knew I wanted more. I wanted to give it to him, but be in charge of his pleasure. He’d come on my terms. But it was only fun because he liked it.” Frank came back to the cleared table and met Ezra’s gaze from above. “I want you to like it. Tell me if at some point you don’t. I want to see you horny, red-faced, and your dick rock hard with arousal.”
At this rate, Frank might not even need to touch Ezra, because just hearing him say such dirty things had his heart beating faster and his skin burning. The fears that had kept him from letting Frank do this to him earlier were gone like a drawing in the sand blown away by the breeze. “Then come here.”
“And you know what else I like?” Frank teased as he walked his fingers down Ezra’s arm, all the way to his chest, until he pinched his nipple. “That you don’t get to decide. You get to experience.”
And what an experience it was to view Frank from his perspective. His size made Ezra feel so small in comparison. Frank was such an impressive man, like a noble warrior who’d always stand guard at Ezra’s side. It only made sense to give him whatever he needed.
“That’s so cruel,” Ezra complained, tensing his thighs to slowly fuck the air with his rigid dick. But he wasn’t sorry, or worried, or truly impatient. There was excitement in being at Frank’s mercy and provoking him.
They had time. They understood each other. Frank wanted him.
“Just a little. But pain isn’t my thing, so I won’t spank you,” Frank said as he circled the table, sliding his fingers over Ezra’s tense stomach and taking them away just when it seemed he was about to touch his shaft.
He stood between Ezra’s legs and spread them in one decisive move.
Fire sparked from under his rough palms and trailed up the inner sides of Ezra’s thighs before twisting around his groin. His insides felt empty, his hole—sensitive, and as he looked down at Frank’s unbuttoned jeans, all he wanted was to feel his hard dick against skin. To smell it. Taste it. Have it inside him.
“Yes…”
Though right now, he would have let Frank spank him. Maybe not too hard, but he would if Frank told him it was part of the experience.