Simply Wicked (11 page)

Anthony flexed his thigh muscles and realized the linen wasn’t tight at all. David touched his hip.

“Think of it as a corset. You have to be completely laced up before you tighten the strings.”

“Ah, that helps,” Anthony muttered. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like to wear a corset.”

“Really? That is, of course, another avenue you could explore at Madame’s if you chose to. I believe Tuesdays and Thursdays are the most popular nights for the mollies.”

David’s quiet chuckle made Anthony smile even as his breath hitched when the cords were crossed behind the chair and then back under his balls. David paused as if to admire the effect and SIMPLY WICKED / 89

then added another twist of the linen to separate Anthony’s balls and bring them high and close to the root of his shaft.

Anthony couldn’t take his gaze away from David’s deft fingers as he arranged his balls to his liking, drew the cords back through the slats of the chair and away from his groin. For the first time, Anthony felt the tug of the rope as David wrapped it around his wrists and secured them to the back of the chair.

“And now for your cock.”

Anthony craned to look as David brought the rope forward again and wrapped it twice around the base of his shaft, across his hips and back behind the chair. As the rope extended over his body and secured him tightly in place, Anthony wondered if he should struggle like a fly in a spider’s web or simply give in and wait to be eaten alive.

“Your cock looks magnificent,” David said quietly.

“It does?”

Anthony groaned as David bent and kissed the straining tip.

The linen had drawn his cock away from his stomach in an aching curve of hot, trembling, swollen flesh.

“Almost done.”

David stood and continued winding the linen around Anthony’s torso until he was bound tightly to the chair. He could feel each individual wooden slat against his skin, the softness of the silk cushion, the hardness of the phallus. When David reached his neck, he laid the cords loosely around Anthony’s throat. He moved closer, kissed his way down the path of the rope that framed Anthony’s nipples, and sucked one into his mouth.

“Christ . . .”

Anthony would’ve jumped, but as his body was held immobile there was nothing he could do to stop David sucking anything he wanted to. The thought should’ve frightened him, but it didn’t. He liked this, this lack of control, the inability to pretend he didn’t want what he was being offered.

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His cock jerked as David’s breeches brushed against it, and wetness slid down his shaft. He tried not to moan as David kissed his way down his body, past his hips, his thighs, avoided his cock and ended up back at Anthony’s knees. With one last lingering kiss, David stepped behind the chair.

Anthony almost flinched as he saw his shadowed outline in the long mirror on the wall. As David had said, the red linen looked stark against his white skin. He stared at his bound body and felt no shame, only a sense of heightened anticipation.

“You look beautiful tied up for me.”

Anthony raised his eyes and met David’s gaze in the mirror.

He didn’t say anything. He hoped David saw his acceptance in his face. David nodded.

“Are you ready to come for me now?”

David picked up the two ends of rope and began to pull. It was if he had set light to a line of gunpowder. Anthony gasped as the cloth bit deeper into his chest and stomach, binding him to the unforgiving frame of the chair. He groaned as the sensation moved lower until it reached his balls and cock, his thighs . . . tightened and tightened until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he came, his seed exploding from the tip of his shaft, soaking the cloth.

Anthony closed his eyes as the incredible sensations finally ebbed. David released the ends of the rope and reduced the tension, but not enough for Anthony to move freely.

“That was . . . interesting,” he croaked.

David came around and crouched between Anthony’s legs.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. We haven’t finished yet.” He leaned forward and licked at the wet pool of cum on Anthony’s stomach. After he’d cleaned it all off him, he focused his attention on Anthony’s balls until Anthony was half erect again and eager for more.

“What now?”

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David unbuttoned his breeches and pulled his shirt over his head. “Now we enjoy this together.”

Anthony watched carefully as David stripped off his breeches to reveal his already erect cock. His own shaft twitched in response. In the pleasure house, David rarely shed his clothes, so he’d forgotten how big David was. He seemed to prefer to keep his sexual encounters to the minimum. Not for the first time, Anthony wondered why. “Did Minshom put you off fucking altogether?”

David ran a leisurely hand over his shaft. “No, why?”

“Because you seem to be happier giving sexual favors than receiving them.”

“Minshom didn’t do that to me. By the time I met him, I was already damaged and so was he.” His smile was wry. “I admit he took me to a new low, but I clawed my way out from under him eventually.”

“How?”

“It was quite simple. I was replaced.” He sought Anthony’s gaze. “He met you.”

“I didn’t know that. You were always very pleasant to me.”

“Of course I was. I was too busy trying to beg my way back into Minshom’s bed to upset his new toy.” He shrugged. “And eventually I realized I was glad it was you rather than me.”

Anthony grimaced. “I wish he’d find someone else.”

“Perhaps he will.”

“At the moment, he’s so angry I’ve walked away from him that he’s determined to have me back.”

David straddled Anthony’s lap, his feet taking his weight on either side of the chair. “He’ll get over it. He’s a grown man and no fool.”

“God, I hope so.”

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them between their bodies. Anthony held his breath as David wound the linen around both cocks, binding them intricately together. He could now feel the pulse of David’s shaft as intimately as his own.

He shuddered as David drew the cord around both their necks and tightened the coiled rope. His cock tried to fill out, met the resistance of the linen and David’s flesh, and began to burn and throb. David slid a hand into his hair and drew Anthony closer. He could no longer look down and see their cocks, only feel the erotic vise pulling tight as David rocked into him.

“God . . .”

David moved faster, jerking Anthony’s cock, pressing him down into the silk pillow and onto the base of the phallus until he saw nothing but need, wanted nothing but the red tide of desire that scorched and consumed him. He came as David came, shouted the other man’s name as he climaxed, his hot cum burst-ing through the tightly wrapped linen to mingle with David’s.

This time it took longer for him to recover, and it took David a while to lift himself away and unwrap their cocks.

“Did you like that?”

Anthony let out a slow breath. “Yes.”

“Good.”

David cupped Anthony’s balls and used his thumbnail to draw a line on the underside of his cock.

“Devil take it, David, I’m not sure if I can . . .”

“You can. I’ll make sure of it.”

Anthony licked his lips. “Will you fuck me while you make me hard?”

“Haven’t you been fucked enough?”

“What do you mean?”

David bent to lick the swollen crown of Anthony’s cock, insinuated his tongue in the slit, making Anthony strain against his bonds. He swallowed hard. “Fuck me, please.”

“I’d rather you fucked me.”

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“I’m tied to a chair, how do you expect me to do that?”

“We’ll manage.” David’s slow smile was a sinful invitation as he straddled Anthony’s lap and grasped Anthony’s cock around the linen that still bound it. He knelt up, guided Anthony’s wet shaft toward his arse and slowly lowered himself down.

“Ah . . . that’s good.”

Anthony held his gaze. “You’ll have to do all the work. It hardly seems fair.” He groaned as David started to move on him hard and fast. “Fuck me, please.”

“Not until you come for me.”

David groaned as he got into his rhythm, his eyes closed, his cock sliding against Anthony’s belly and the linen rope as he worked. Anthony’s cum tightened his trapped balls, making him moan. He had no way of slowing or stopping David, no control at all. He knew he’d have to come when the other man demanded it.

At that thought, he climaxed deep inside David, heard the other man’s growl of satisfaction at his complete surrender.

Abruptly, David lifted himself off, leaving Anthony’s cock feeling cold and bereft.

“I’ll fuck you now.”

David moved behind the chair, removed the thick phallus from Anthony’s arse and shoved himself deep. His fingers brushed Anthony’s throat as he sought the ends of the rope and tightened the bonds making Anthony gasp for air.

“David . . .”

Anthony’s cock responded to David’s presence and started to fill out again. The soreness and suddenness of the rough penetration caused another erotic surge through his overwrought senses and made him want to scream. David reached around and took control of Anthony’s cock, rubbing him hard in time to his thrusts.

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other release. It was almost painful this time, each spurt of seed, so hot and raw that he did scream.

When he opened his eyes, he was free of the rope and David sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. His sea blue gaze was contemplative; some of his blond hair had escaped its ribbon and curled around his face. His muscled skin gleamed with the sweat of his exertions as he slowly breathed in and out. Anthony licked his lips, tasted his own blood. David’s gaze followed the slight motion, and he smiled.

“I don’t usually fuck anyone these days.”

“Neither do I,” Anthony replied. “But perhaps I should try it more often.”

“I heard a rumor that you were looking for a wife.”

Anthony stiffened at the abrupt change of subject. “I’m not.”

“Then why are you escorting Lisette’s sister around town?”

Cautiously, Anthony sat forward and fixed his gaze on David.

“Lisette shouldn’t have told you that.”

David shrugged. “I won’t repeat it. I was just interested to hear your reasons.”

“I told you, I’m trying to get away from the third floor.

Marguerite offers me an opportunity.”

“Does she know what you are really like?”

“She knows enough not to judge me.” Anthony got up, aware of his body aching and shaking as it came down from its sexual high.

“I’m not judging you, Anthony,” David said gently. “And it might interest you to know that women often enjoy the art of
shibari
as well.”

“I have to get home.”

Anthony gathered his clothes and thrust one leg into his pantaloons. He tried to imagine Marguerite’s body adorned with the red linen cord and saw it so vividly that his well-used body whispered a protest.

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David pulled on his shirt and breeches and leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Anthony dress.

“I didn’t mean to spoil our evening.”

“You didn’t.”

“I hate to contradict you, but I obviously did.”

Anthony tucked his shirt into his pantaloons and looked for his cravat. David brought it over and helped him fold the linen into something resembling a decent knot and deftly pinned it in place at his throat.

“There, you look almost respectable now.”

“But I’m not, am I?” Anthony met David’s gaze. “I’m not the sort of man who should be sniffing around a woman’s skirts.”

David gripped his shoulders. “You don’t know that. Some men are able to satisfy both sexes. Perhaps you are one of them.”

“But, you’re right; I’m not being completely honest with Marguerite, am I? And I told her I would be.”

“With all due respect, she is Madame Helene’s daughter.

Maybe she will understand you better than you think?”

Anthony tried to smile. “Unlikely when I don’t even understand myself.”

David handed him his waistcoat and held out his coat. “My opinion is worth little, but having struggled to survive Lord Minshom’s attentions myself, I understand what you are going through. The man is like an addiction, isn’t he? Even now I sometimes find myself wanting to go to him and beg him to take me on again.”

Anthony let out his breath. “But perhaps in my selfish attempts to escape him, I might involve someone I’ve started to care about.”

David leaned in and kissed his cheek. “If Marguerite is anything like her mother, she’ll survive.”

“God, I hope so.”

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David bowed and gestured at the door. “You’ll be fine, my friend. Now go home and get some sleep, and if you want your own set of
shibari
ropes, let me know.”

Anthony paused at the door, held out his hand. “I don’t know what to say. You not only stopped me from debasing myself in front of Minshom tonight, but gave me one of the best sexual experiences of my life.”

“Good.”

“If there is anything I can ever do for you in return, just let me know.”

David’s smile was wry as he shook Anthony’s proffered hand. “Well, if you ever see me going anywhere near Minshom again, stop me.”

“I’ll do that, and thank you again.”

“Good luck and good night.”

Anthony went through to the main door of the house and put on his hat and cloak. He had no idea what the time was but knew it must be late. He hoped to God that by the time he got home, his mother would have gone to bed. She’d developed an unsettling habit of waiting up for him, which simply exacerbated his guilt and his desire not to tell her anything about his life at all.

Perhaps David had a point and it was time for him to move out . . . He started to walk toward the main thoroughfare, check-ing for potential hazards in the shadows as he progressed. He wasn’t sure if he had the guts to live alone. At least at his parents’ house he had to maintain some standards. If he were alone, there would be no one to stop him but himself. He stopped walking, allowed the biting wind to swirl around him and breathed in the bitter cold air.