Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
If anything, the thick leather made Jake sweat and bite his lips. Unlike the motorcycle boots, these were simple yet taller, with eyelets running up to half of Vars’s calf. They tightly encased Vars’s legs and ended with thick soles Vars could crush the skulls of his enemies with.
Without question, Vars grabbed Jake’s wrist and locked it in a soft leather cuff at the top of the X, then proceeded to the other. Shit got real when Vars kicked Jake’s feet apart, instantly making him more vulnerable. His balls and cock on show between his open legs were available to Vars for whatever he wished to do. Jake pulled on the cuff around his hand, but it had no give. He was really doing this—letting a man restrain him.
Vars needed to kneel in order to similarly restrain Jake’s ankles, and it felt so wrong to see him in that position, even if it only served putting Jake in bondage. The thick, warm scent of the candles penetrated Jake’s nostrils, and he gasped when Vars rose, touching all the vulnerable places on Jake’s body with his big, meaty hands.
“You are mine now, boy. This room is soundproof. No one will hear you scream,” he whispered in that hot, raspy tone.
A whimper escaped Jake’s lips, and his eyes shot up to Vars’s face, his chest contracting with fear. His life was in this man’s hands. Would he have given the same privilege to any of the men he’d been with before? No. No, he wouldn’t have. They had been exciting, decisive, and deliciously rough, but to allow another person such complete control had never even gone through Jake’s mind. And yet here he was, at the mercy of a man who’d earned his complete trust.
“I’m yours, sir,” Jake whispered back, trembling, as if he were about to lose his virginity all over again, but this time he knew it would only hurt the good way. His legs were spread, and the cuffs didn’t allow any leeway, leaving his whole body exposed to Vars’s touch like an offering.
Vars gave him a hard look, yet it was so full of longing and lust Jake had no doubts whatsoever that it was just part of the game. When Vars moved, Jake watched him lean down and pick something up. A disposable razor.
Vars got so close to Jake’s ear the movement of air sent shivers down his bound body. “That’s right. You are mine. Your body is mine, and I can do whatever I want with it. I will shave every hair below your neck. I will shave your chest, and your balls, and even around your hole, so that you’re smooth and delicious.”
Jake’s eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth, but at first nothing came out. His face had been hot before, but now it went up in flames. “I-I didn’t know that was something you… I mean…”
All this time they’d been fucking and Vars had just endured the body hair that wasn’t exciting to him? Oh, God… That realization was beyond embarrassing. All Vars had needed to do was say the word, and Jake would have gladly shaved and indulged him. It wasn’t exactly his preference, but whatever pleased Vars, he would get.
Vars grabbed his jaw and calmly asked, “What was that?”
“I’m sorry, sir!” Jake yelped, staring into Vars’s eyes. “I didn’t know it was unattractive.” Especially that he himself loved the fuzz on Vars’s chest, the hair on his legs, and the pubes around the cock. Oh God, he could rub his cheek against their musky softness forever.
Vars exhaled and slowly leaned over, gracing Jake’s lips with the softest of kisses. “That is not what this is about, boy. You will be shaved, because that’s what I want today. I will take you out of your comfort zone, and I will show you how good that can feel.”
Something Jake couldn’t name curled in his stomach. Was it relief? Was it excitement? He didn’t even know anymore, but he certainly didn’t feel as anxious as seconds ago. This made sense. He was here to please Vars.
“Yes, sir—” His words turned into a moan, and he thrashed in his restraints when Vars grabbed his nipple and twisted it hard. The cuffs weren’t a joke. The cross hadn’t budged, and if Vars left him like this, Jake wouldn’t have a chance for freedom.
“Maybe I’ll make you shave it all again tomorrow, or maybe I’ll let you grow it out and then have it shaved. From now on, it’s all up to me. Is that clear, boy?” Vars asked, gently massaging the numb flesh with his thumb.
“Yes, sir. My body is yours.” And wasn’t that ever more true? Jake’s nipple still throbbed, pulling him under and into the sweet yet painful place where his submission was rewarded not with contempt but love. How would he react to more of this? To spanking, or to the touch of the mean-looking floggers?