“I’ll use sandalwood oil. It’s my personal favorite and nothing like that acrid flowery stuff Minshom prefers.”
Anthony gasped as David slid one oiled finger inside his arse and then another. His mouth trailed along Anthony’s shoulder, paused to nip, lick and nibble his skin. Anthony arched his back, asking for more, and sighed when David replaced his fingers with the hardness of the thick ivory phallus.
“Don’t come yet,” David murmured and then bit down hard on Anthony’s ear lobe. “We’ve hardly begun.”
“I won’t.”
“Excellent. Then come and sit in the chair.”
Anthony moved carefully toward the cushioned seat and sat down. There were no armrests, so he anchored his hands on the edge of the seat. His cock throbbed, setting off a vibration through the embedded phallus that made it difficult for him to breathe, let alone think.
David took a black silk bag out of the chest and brought it across to Anthony. He slowly untied the silk cords and tipped the contents into his hand.
“This is shibari rope. It can be made of hemp or jute, or in this case, fine linen.” David stroked the carefully tied skein. “I had it dyed red because I like the contrast against white skin. Each rope is about twenty-three feet long. That’s the traditional length, I’m not sure why.”
Anthony stared at the thin red linen, imagined it wrapped around his body and licked his lips.
David smiled. “The aim, I’m told, is not to use any knots. Unfortunately I’m not an expert, so I might need to use one or two. Are you ready?”
The sudden question made Anthony look up from his fascinated contemplation of the rope into David’s calm blue eyes. He swallowed hard.
“Yes.”
“Good. Will you put your hands behind the back of the chair?”
Anthony almost wanted to close his eyes as David knelt in front of him and brought both ends of the rope from under the seat. He positioned Anthony’s knees and ankles against the cold wood of the chair legs and wrapped the linen around his knees, holding them in place. With a practiced motion, he brought the ropes over Anthony’s knees and started cross-binding his thighs to the seat.
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 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.
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?”
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.”