Page 9 of The Centaur’s Impulse

“Lighthouse,” Dimitrios repeated, testing it out. “Good. If you say that word, everything stops. No questions asked. We clear?”

“We’re clear.”

“Excellent.” His hands came around my torso, one splayed across my chest, the other trailing down my abdomen toward my cock. “Now, I’m going to tie you up. Nothing painful, nothing that will leave marks. Just silk rope. It will help you let go, help you understand that you don’t have to be in control right now. Is that acceptable?”

Every rational thought in my head was screaming at me to say no to letting a stranger tie me up in a bathhouse I’d never been to in my life. But I was tired of listening to that voice.

“Yes,” I said.

I heard him move, felt him shift off the bed briefly. When he returned, he had coils of soft silk rope in his hands. It was a pale cream color, almost ivory in the candlelight. He worked with practiced efficiency, creating intricate patterns across my body. He started with my wrists, binding them together behind my back in a way that was snug but not painful. Then he moved to my torso, wrapping the rope in elaborate loops that framed my chest and ribs.

As he worked, I realized he was doing something I’d heard about but never seen. Shibari. Japanese rope bondage. Each knot was placed with precision, each loop served a purpose beyond just restraint. It was almost artistic in its execution.

“You’re doing very well,” Dimitrios murmured, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “Just relax. Let yourself enjoy this.”

I did relax, or at least I tried to. The rope was surprisingly sensual against my skin, and the act of being bound was doing something to me psychologically that I couldn’t quite articulate. It was like a weight had been lifted from me, even as I was being physically constrained. For the first time in years, I didn’t have to think about what came next. I didn’t have to plan or strategize or control the narrative. I was completely at the mercy of Dimitrios and his strong hands.

When he finished with the rope, Dimitrios guided me down onto my back on the bed. The silk was cool beneath me, and I kept my eyes closed as he positioned me. He arranged my bound hands above my head, securing them to something at the headboard. I didn’t open my eyes to see what.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

I opened my eyes to find him looming above me, his massive form silhouetted against the candlelight. His cock was hard and impressive, jutting from the lower part of his torso like you’d expect on a man. But it was darker than the rest of his skin, almost purple in the dim light, and significantly larger than any human man I’d ever seen. And as I glanced downward, I realized he had another cock. But this one was where you’d expect it on a horse, and every bit as long and thick as that implied.

“You… You have two cocks?” I gasped, feeling slightly worried and more than a little jealous.

He laughed, the warm sound filling the room. “Yes, that is how my kind works. The one in front is only for pleasure,” he said, reaching down and giving the purple human-like cock a lazy stroke. “The other is for breeding.”

I swallowed hard, heat filling my cheeks.

“You look beautiful like this,” he said, trailing a finger down my sternum. “All bound and flustered. It’s a cute look on you. I can already see your tension melting away.”

I couldn’t deny it. I felt lighter somehow, despite being bound and astounded by this centaur’s plethora of equipment. Or maybe it was because of it.

His hands moved over my body with deliberate slowness, mapping every muscle, every curve. He paid particular attention to my chest, my sides, and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. By the time he wrapped his hand around my cock, I was already leaking pre-cum again.

“You’re very responsive,” he observed, stroking me with a firm grip. “I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight before you’re begging me to stop.”

The thought should have summoned up some sort of fear. Instead, it sent a jolt of pure lust through my entire body. Nobody had ever threatened me with anything like that before.

He stroked me slowly, deliberately, taking his time. It was different from what Silas had done in the bath. This was more controlled, more intentional. Dimitrios seemed to know exactly when to speed up and when to slow down, keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall over.

“Please,” I heard myself say, though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was asking for.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

“I don’t... I need...”

“You need to cum?” he supplied.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Not yet,” he said, and his grip loosened slightly. “We’re just getting started.”

He released my cock and instead moved his attention to my body. His lips found my chest, his teeth grazing my nipple, electricity shooting through my body. I arched upward, pulling against the silk restraints, but they held firm. I was completely at his mercy, and the realization should have panicked me. But it didn’t.

Instead, I found myself sinking deeper into the sensation of it all. The warmth of his mouth on my skin. The pressure of the rope around my chest. The knowledge that I had no choice but to surrender to whatever he wanted to do to me.

“Did you shower before you came into the bathhouse?” he asked simply.