Free Bound by Desire by Tempeste O'Riley Page A

pace around the room, moving this, rearranging that, feeling more and more turned on. All Seth needed to do was exist and James got hard, especially during extended denial.
    Seth looked at James and smiled. “Love how well you do that, baby. Now, tease and stroke yourself while I finish getting things ready. I want you aching and unable to think,” he added, his grin turning feral.
    A whimper escaped at the thought of what Seth might be planning. Deciding to move forward with Seth’s request, James wrapped his hand around his cock, pulling in long, slow strokes, squeezing and twisting just the way he liked. With his other hand, he tweaked and toyed with his nipples. He knew how much Seth loved watching him do so. He didn’t enjoy pain, but the tiny shocks were one thing he loved, whether it was Seth doing it to him or him doing so for Seth’s pleasure. Of course, he’d found less and less he wouldn’t do for Seth the longer they were together.
    His eyes slid closed as the pleasure built, his need and desire for his lover, his fiancé, growing every moment, with every touch. As need coiled at the base of his spine, James moaned and thrust into his hand, hoping Seth would hurry up and join him. As good as this felt, he wanted, needed, Seth’s hands, mouth, body, more than his next breath.
    Just as he thought he might lose the fight and come, Seth barked, “Stop.”
    James let go of himself, panting as he fought the drive to continue, to finish. Focusing on Seth instead of his body, he finally calmed, but the frustration riding him was worse than it had ever been. But then, Seth had never played this game with him for so long before, either.
    “So beautiful, baby,” Seth praised, melting James a little more. He leaned forward and kissed James on the lips, soft as a whisper.
    Seth set a closed box on the nightstand before sitting next to where James kneeled on the bed. “You please me so much like this.” He shifted, lifting the top of the box and rummaging around within it a moment before he withdrew a tightly bound bundle of what appeared to be indigo rope. “I have a few things I would like to do to you before we proceed, but you must give me your consent, James.”
    James knew Seth loved to tie him up, though he was always careful not to overtax James’s joints. It was usually with ribbon or scarves, though, so he was a little concerned as he looked over the rope. He watched, his mind still hazy, as Seth used one end of the rope to tease along his length, the silky material sending a shiver down his spine to wind its way around his already significant need. “Mmm…. Please, Sir.”
    “Please what, baby?”
    “Whatever you want to do is good, but please….”
    “I love how much trust you give me, James. You make me so happy,” Seth added, caressing James’s cheek.
    “Love you, Seth.”
    Seth immediately set about shifting James how he wanted, an action that still baffled James at times. Once satisfied, he untied the deep indigo silk rope that reminded James of the ribbon he usually used and began a series of intricate loops and cross patterns down his chest and abdomen.
    James was confused when Seth retrieved another item from the box. Seth wasn’t done with the rope—not with his hands still free. He stared at the items as Seth held them up. Cuffs? James looked from them to Seth and back, his thoughts tangled, feeling a little intimidated. “Um….”
    “These are padded so as to not injure, and I won’t be using them in a way that will harm your joints.” Seth leaned in, brushing his lips against James’s ear, and breathed, “Pleasure only, baby.” He pulled back with a wicked smile and held them up. Each padded cuff had little rings on the front and back, and they were in that deep indigo color Seth always loved against James’s pale skin.
    Unsure how Seth wanted his arms, but inexplicably excited by the thought of being completely at his lover’s mercy, James held out his wrists. “Then I