red lacquered oriental cabinet beside the bed. As David turned back to him he couldn’t suppress a tremor of excitement.
“I’m going to tie you up, but I want to take care of your arse first.”
He opened a flat box to reveal a collection of jade and ivory phalluses and a selection of perfumed oils.
“Do you have a preference?”
Anthony swallowed hard. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
“Perhaps later. There are more interesting things I wish to try first.” David hesitated, his fingers wrapped around one of the carved ivory shafts. “Unless you have changed your mind.”
“No, I haven’t. It’s just that Minshom . . .”
“Always fucked you first? But I’m not Minshom, and remember, I’m trying to show you that there are other ways to achieve the levels of pleasure you crave.”
SIMPLY WICKED / 87
Anthony mustered a smile. He had to stop expecting the worst and trust his companion. “Then go ahead, choose for me and I’ll be content.”
“I hope you’ll be more than content.” David stroked one long finger along the length of Anthony’s already erect cock. “I want to hear you scream.”
He drew his hand away from Anthony’s shaft, over his hip and cupped his buttock. Anthony sighed and tried to relax. He was so eager to fuck that the slightest touch made his cock twitch and his balls tighten with need. David moved behind him, his fingers stroking and caressing Anthony’s flesh until he wanted to groan.
“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 88 / Kate Pearce
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
“I’m going to tie you up, but I want to take care of your arse first.”
He opened a flat box to reveal a collection of jade and ivory phalluses and a selection of perfumed oils.
“Do you have a preference?”
Anthony swallowed hard. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
“Perhaps later. There are more interesting things I wish to try first.” David hesitated, his fingers wrapped around one of the carved ivory shafts. “Unless you have changed your mind.”
“No, I haven’t. It’s just that Minshom . . .”
“Always fucked you first? But I’m not Minshom, and remember, I’m trying to show you that there are other ways to achieve the levels of pleasure you crave.”
SIMPLY WICKED / 87
Anthony mustered a smile. He had to stop expecting the worst and trust his companion. “Then go ahead, choose for me and I’ll be content.”
“I hope you’ll be more than content.” David stroked one long finger along the length of Anthony’s already erect cock. “I want to hear you scream.”
He drew his hand away from Anthony’s shaft, over his hip and cupped his buttock. Anthony sighed and tried to relax. He was so eager to fuck that the slightest touch made his cock twitch and his balls tighten with need. David moved behind him, his fingers stroking and caressing Anthony’s flesh until he wanted to groan.
“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 88 / Kate Pearce
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
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