Simply Wicked by Kate Pearce Page A

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