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.”
David unwound the ends of the red cords from around Anthony’s neck, leaving him still bound to the chair, and brought 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 bursting 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.”
“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.
“I’m coming.” David’s hoarse words in Anthony’s ear and the sting of teeth settling on his shoulder jerked him into another 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.
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.”
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.