Page 28 of Blades and Bone

“One at a time.” Brodie changed the speed of the pulsing.

Hamish grunted, wishing that he wasn’t enjoying it, and dropped the rope on the bed before carefully placing the lube on the shelf. “I guess it’s lucky I didn’t find your weapons, or you’d be using them on me.”

That he knew how to deal with.

“You did find them.” Brodie smiled. “Anything can be a weapon if you know what you’re doing.”

The pulsing of the toy intensified, even though it didn’t speed up. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. If he kept moving this slowly, he wouldn’t last long enough to finish the task. Did that even matter?

“You’re going to wave a dildo at someone armed with a knife?” He gave the base of his dick a squeeze with one hand and grabbed the rope with the other.

“Sure, if it distracts them long enough for me to disarm them. Why don’t you tell me why you left the mess for me to find? Why did you not conduct the search and keep what you found to yourself?”

“I saw your note and figured you wanted proof.” He dangled the rope from his fingers.

“Is that what happened in your family?” Brodie beckoned him closer.

Hamish was sure that walking around the bed was a bad idea, aside from the way each step made the plug wiggle so it hit different nerves. “Sure, you conduct a search, you make sure the person knows. It’s a threat.”

“Is it?” He placed the glass of wine down.

Hamish hadn’t managed to have a sip yet, even though he’d gotten a glass…or had that been another test? “You don’t leave a warning?”

“No. We don’t make a mess.” Brodie dropped his gaze to Hamish’s cock. “May I?”

Hamish was very tempted to step back and say no, but he was aching to be touched, even though Brodie’s game was pissing him off. “That depends on what you’re going to do.”

Brodie glanced up. “Clean up the mess you’re making.”

The word yes formed on his tongue a little too fast. He wanted to see Brodie’s mouth around his cock. Just the thought made his dick twitch and leak…but he hesitated. “Is this a trap?”

“No…why would you think that?”

“Because you’re making me clean up the rest of the mess.”

Brodie’s lips curved. “You are a quick learner.” He leaned back. “And also very chatty.” He took the rope out of his hands. “Turn around.” His words were soft, but there was no mistaking the order, and Hamish had taken a step before his brain had connected what was about to happen. That smile again. “You can tap out any time you want… Just say sorry.”

Hamish turned his back to Brodie, which was a mistake, as he knew exactly where that rope was going before it touched his wrists.

“I saw you touch yourself, and I can’t have that while you’re supposed to be cleaning up.”

“I can’t put things away without my hands.”

“Sure you can, and it will keep your mouth busy.” Brodie tugged on the rope, letting Hamish know he wouldn’t be wriggling out.

“This is ridiculous…what are you trying to prove?”

“Nothing. What are you trying to prove by not apologizing?” He turned Hamish around. His lips too close, yet not close enough to the head of his dick.

“I don’t need to apologize for finding your stash, that you clearly wanted me to find, or you would have put it away along with everything else that might be interesting.”

“I had planned to let you settle in and learn more about you…but this is far more revealing.” He held his finger out and caught the drop of pre-cum before it fell on the floor.

“So you always planned to tie me up and…and make me clean up.”

Brodie licked his finger. “No, while I had hoped our interests would align to some degree, this is far better.” He leaned back. “Continue.”

Continue? With his hands behind his back? Was Brodie fucking insane?