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Nathan doesn’t even realize he’s saying those words out loud until Carter is panting them back to him. “Yours. Yours, Nate. All yours. I’m yours.”
“I want-” Nathan stops himself, biting down on Carter’s neck to keep from speaking things he knows he’ll regret. He licks the mark, realizing it was a harder bite than he intended, but he doesn’t apologize for it. He doesn’t say a damn thing. If he speaks, he might admit to desires he’s promised himself to never give into.
“What?” Carter asks. “What do you want?”
Nathan wraps his hand around Carter’s cock, hoping to distract him. The boy moans and writhes and gasps, but he doesn’t drop it. “What do you want, Nathan?”
Shaking his head, Nathan presses his mouth over Carter’s to silence him.
It doesn’t work.
“Tell me,” he gasps. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“I want to tie you up,” Nathan nearly growls. “I want to tie you to my bed frame and fuck you so hard you forget anything but me.”
Carter stills beneath him, staring up at him with wide eyes. Nathan’s heart stutters. “Carter, I-”
“Yes,” Carter says quickly, cutting him off. “Yes. That. Do it. Tie me up.”
With a shudder, Nathan pulls away from Carter and goes to his bedside table, opening the second drawer. His body is trembling with a need he’s quickly losing control of. There’s a steady panic rising in him, keeping his chest from fully expanding, keeping his lungs lacking in oxygen. He wants to do so many things to Carter. Things he’d never allow himself to do without the boy’s consent. Things that aren’t just to fulfill the expectations of his role as Nathan, but genuine desires of Travis’s. His fingers are unsteady as he strokes the red rope that’s looped and tied off in the drawer.
“I want to hurt you,” Nathan forces himself to admit. His throat feels impossibly tight. “I’d make you feel good, too. So fucking good. But I want to hurt you.”
There. He said it. Now Carter knows.
When he gets the courage to look over at Carter, he sees that the boy is watching him carefully. He’s not afraid. Not even nervous. He’s aroused, his cock still hard and leaking against his stomach, his lips wet and parted as he pants in anticipation. His cheeks are pink. So are the tips of his ears. His voice is merely a rasp when he speaks. “Yes. Yes, please. Nathan.Sir.”
Nathan grips the rope tight, heart in his throat. He forces himself to take in a deep breath and release it slowly as he sinks into the part of himself he doesn’t enjoy very much. The part of himself that’s still completely Travis, but looks an awful lot like Nathan. Like themonster.
“You have to tell me if it’s too much.” He approaches Carter slowly, a predator afraid to spook his prey. Nathan locks eyes with him before slowly, carefully, lifting his hand to cup Carter’s right cheek. He brushes his thumb along the delicate line of the boy’s chin. The boy leans into his palm. Nuzzles it. “You won’t get in trouble, but you have to tell me.”
“Okay.”
“No, Carter. Promise. Promise me you’ll tell me.”
Carter raises his hand, pressing it against Nathan’s. There’s nothing but trust in his eyes. Well, trust and arousal. “I promise.”
“Alright.” Nathan clears his throat before jerking his head in a nod. “Alright.”
He stands, reaching for the rope now. Carter’s eyes lock onto it immediately. His breathing goes rapid. His body trembles.
“You okay?” Nathan asks, his hands worrying the red rope.
“I’m fine, Nate.” Carter licks his lips before offering a shaky smile. “I trust you.”
Don’t. God, don’t do that, Carter. I don’t deserve it.
Nathan takes Carter’s hands in his, hoping the boy can’t feel the way his own hands are unsteady. He stays still and quiet like the perfect little slave as Nathan wraps his wrists with the soft rope. It’s almost soothing to begin binding the boy, every intricate knot steadying him, every stretch of red across pale skin an echo of peace.
After guiding the rope through one of Carter’s knots, Nathan brings the material up to one of the metal rings near the top of the bedframe that he never thought he’d actually use, tying off the ends and tugging at the rope twice to make sure the boy can’t possibly escape. His cock is so hard it aches.
More rope around the boy’s legs. Bright red securing one ankle to the intricately carved wooden bedpost on his left. The process repeated until the other ankle is secured on the right.
“Watching you do this is unfairly hot,” Carter says breathlessly.
That startles a laugh out of Nathan, the pressure in his chest releasing. He grins at the boy before him, taking him in now that he’s all wrapped up and ready to go.
Carter looks like a goddamn dream.
