“Oh no,” Olbric says in mock distress. “It seems I’ve gotten all tangled up. I think I need some help getting down.”
Anger flares hot as I stomp towards him. “That’s not funny, Olbric!” My fingers fumble with the mess of ropes, trying to pick through the knots. Whoever suspended him did a fine job, but they fucked it all up by tangling extra strands around him in a haphazard web.
“No, but it’s gotten you in the same room as me, at least,” he says, the good humor in his voice going flat.
I scoff as I let my hands drop before heading to the cabinet. “I’m getting the scissors.”
“Dom, wait.”
The quiet plea in his voice stops me in my tracks. I take a breath, using it to tamp down my anger before I turn to face him. His arms are bound behind his back, one leg bent and hoisted high while the other is left perched on tippy toes. Yet under all those ropes, I realize he’s wearing red garters and stockings over matching lacy underthings. My silver collar is fastened around his neck.
“I don’t want you to be afraid to be around me. I don’t want you to be afraid of touching me.” He swallows before he gives me a wavering smile, his hazel eyes full of pleading. “Please touch me?”
I sigh even as my frustration cools to longing. It’s been days since I let myself touch him. Touchanyone. The urge tugs so hard that I take a step back towards him.
“What if it happens again?”
Olbric shifts his weight, increasing the bite of the rope to sway closer to me. “Dom, please look at me.” His eyes are full of trust. “I’m yours, Dom. Use me as you will.”
The breath leaves my lungs in a gust. Something in the words feels like a lifeline, cast out for me to grab onto. I’ve felt so alone in this for so many weeks, have been harboring so much fear and doubt.
But Olbric’s fearless. He always has been.
I step forward before I press my lips to his. He moans softly, his breath caressing my skin as he returns the kiss. Even when I pull away, he tries to follow me, craning his neck only to whimper when I pull back.
I take a steadying breath before I look at the mess of ropes around him. “Let’s focus on getting you down, first.”
“You don’thaveto get me down,” he says, a hint of teasing entering his voice. “For someone who thinks ropes are boring, Cancassi sure is good at tying them.”
“Yeah?” I ask as I untangle a wayward cord that looks like it’s been looped around itself just to make a mess. “You call this good, huh?”
Olbric chuckles and says, “Don’t let them hear you say that. It took them ages to truss me up.”
I toss the excess length of rope aside before starting on the next, though I avoid the ones that areactuallyholding him up. “I’m sure it did. You’re a fucking mess.”
“Bet you could get me messier,” Olbric says, and the heat in his voice makes my cock twitch.
After holing myself up for days, desire sparks hot. I reach out to wrap my hand around his loose hair before I pull his head back, exposing his neck. I step close, lips brushing over his pulse.
“For scaring the shit out of me, I should beat that ass raw.”
Olbric bites back a moan, his breath stuttering. It’s a thrill to feel his pulse race under my lips. “I’m yours, Dom,” he repeats softly. “Use me as you will.”
I tighten my grip on his hair before I crush my mouth against his. He returns the kiss, all fire and heat as he nips at my lower lip.When I pull away, he’s breathless, his lips swollen already. He sinks into the bite of the ropes with a groan, his eyes heavily lidded. “Dom, please...”
Fuck, but I’ve never been good at saying no to him. I pull him close, hearing the creak of the ropes before I deliver a sharp smack to his ass. He grinds prettily against me, a wanton whimper escaping him.
“Hurt me,” he gasps. “Please, Dom.”
I swear before delivering another slap, harder this time. I remember the first evocation I ever cast with him. How scared I was of hurting him in a way that wasn’t welcome. That fear has taken on a new clarity lately, but that doesn’t change the fact that Olbriclovesthis. He always has, and hearing his quiet plea erases every worry, every fear for a blissful moment.
The next strike makes my hand tingle before I release him to go to his supply cabinet. I search through it until I find a flexible leather paddle and return to him. I pull his hips flush against me before I deliver a stinging slap to the back of his thigh. He throws his head back with a shout, and the sound makes my head swim.
“You want me to hurt you?” I ask as I bring the paddle down again. Olbric jerks against me, his hard cock barely contained by his lacy small clothes. “I’ll hurt you, love.”
Everything outside of this room is so uncertain and frightening, but here, listening to Olbric’s shout of pain and bliss, everything makes sense. I crave that normalcy as I strike him again.
“I want you to rut against me like the mess you are,” I hiss, making him sway in his ropes as I smack a tender spot on his inner thigh. “And I’m going to keep hurting you until you cum in those pretty little panties.”
