Page 37 of Finally, His

“Thank you, Sir,” he said.

“Knees.”

Eric fell to the oriental carpet before Alexander and bowed his head, trying desperately to ignore his growing hard-on now bobbing from the drop, the skin biting into the metal. He studied the man’s Dior derby shoes, a dark brown and shined to perfection, and waited.

For long minutes, nothing was said. Just the scratch of a five-o’clock shadow across a chin. Alexander’s. Eric conjured up the image of the man rubbing his finger along it, assessing him. That only got him harder, the devil cage fighting it.

Finally, Alexander rose. The rustle of fabric was next. “Eric, look at me.”

Alexander shed his jacket. “I want you to look at me the whole time. Your whole world shows in your eyes.”

What the hell did that mean? He didn’t bother to puzzle it out because Alexander began to roll up his sleeves. He revealed his strong forearms dusted with silver inch by inch. It was the hottest thing he’d seen in weeks.

Alexander picked up the ropes. “I should gag you.”

“Whatever you want.”

Alexander yanked one skein free and snapped it so the long rope spread out. “But I want your mouth available to me.”

Cage or not, Eric’s cock would explode right then and there in front of everyone. A small crowd had formed. In addition to Claude, Jeanette, and Carrie, others had filtered into the room. Word likely got out. He recognized the people, but his mind had shut out their names. It didn’t matter.

“I see you like that idea.” Alexander roughly grabbed his chin.

Right then, Eric was sure Alexander would rescind his idea. But he simply removed his hand and smiled down at him. With a snap of his wrist, another rope coil unfurled, the ends hitting the Oriental carpet in a softplunk.

Alexander kept his eyes focused on his work. He looped two lengths of rope around Eric’s rib cage, the restriction just on the right side of too much.

“You’ll tell me if you get dizzy, right?” Alexander asked.

Eric nodded once, unable to rip his gaze from the concentration etched across the man’s face. He had Alexander’s full attention, which made his belly flutter like a schoolgirl’s. Another yank and he gasped. Leaning now against Alexander’s broad chest made his cock twitch with hunger—and pain.

More pulls around his sternum shifted his attention. Beautiful knots lay against his chest, the ends hanging loose like tentacles. Alexander’s fingers slipped under the ropes, checking them. Such care nearly made Eric’s eyes prick.

The slither of rope as Alexander continued to bind him, forcefully and mercilessly, awakened every nerve ending he had. He couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his throat.

Alexander grasped his captured cock and held it. “I see you appreciate my work.” As if Eric’s swollen erection, now an angry red, could give any other message?

Another snap of rope across the carpet. For long minutes, Alexander worked on encasing his chest and arms. Pulls on the rope covering his torso had him swaying and pitching. Then one final harsh yank and both his arms were laced behind him. Could he free himself, if needed? He sucked in a long breath, the ropes stopping his chest from expanding.No. The cage bit into his cock as it began to pulse in frustration.

He'd been bound before—many times. But it’d been so long since he’d been handled by Alexander in that manner. He was in his full element, and Eric’s body screamed for more.

If he had pined for the man before, the last year had turned him into an Alexander addict. When Alexander scened, he was all in. That was what had been missing for the last number of weeks: Alexander’s full attention, Eric’s drug of choice. And he was getting a fix right then. It only ratcheted up his craving.

Alexander rose to his full height and assessed his work. “Beautiful, Eric. Spread those knees. Let us see your beautiful captive cock.”

The words floated through his brain like water, but his knees widened, scratching against the carpet from his full weight, given his arms were no use in helping take any of the load.

Alexander slowly walked around him—once, twice. “Claude, see his skin all pink around the rope.” At least, Eric thought that was what he said. He was growing spacey.

More words were bandied about between Alexander and Claude. Eric sucked in more air and tuned into the tight crunch of ropes around his chest and arms. Alexander had skills—and his assessment as he circled Eric made his mouth water.

As he shifted on his knees, the devil cock cage bit into him. Fuck, it hurt. And God, he wanted to be taken right then and there on the spot. Anywhere—mouth, ass. Just let him come.

Alexander chuckled, and his mouth just spit out some words.

The tips of Alexander’s expensive shoes touched his knees. “What did you say?”

“Sadist.” The word was true but bratty nonetheless. As if the man didn’t know what he was? No one knew himself, grew fullyintohimself, more than Alexander.

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