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  God, but he was gorgeous like that. Darren smiled as he ran his eyes over the other man one more time. As he watched, a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of Jamie’s cock.

  Darren quickly swiped it up with a fingertip and brought his first taste of the other man to his lips. Sucking gently on the end of his own finger, he watched Jamie squirm.

  He didn’t move like a man who was used to bondage. His attitude wasn’t that of a submissive who’d been trained by anyone who had any right to call himself a dominant. He was new, and raw, and…

  Darren took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. And if he wasn’t very much mistaken this holiday was going to be even more amazing than he’d ever dared imagine it might be.

  Jamie began to squirm again. Darren quickly brought his hand to rest on the top of the other man’s head. He stretched his fingers out so they reached as far over Jamie’s scalp as they could and pressed firmly down until Jamie finally fell still.

  Jamie Baker whimpered softly into his gag. The huge rubber ball was already making his jaw ache, and the pressure Darren was placing on the top of his head wasn’t helping at all.

  Gradually, all of Jamie’s attention centered on the other man’s hand. What Darren wanted became more important than the minor inconvenience of his jaw feeling as if it were going to explode at any moment. Jamie fell still.

  “That’s better,” Darren said.

  From the darkness behind the blindfold, his voice sounded deeper and richer than Jamie ever remembered it being.

  The two little words shouldn’t have made Jamie feel a million times better about the world and his place in it, but they did. Jamie even managed to draw two deep lungfuls of air in past the gag. His heart still raced so quickly it felt as if it might leap out of his chest, but that possibility didn’t send quite as much panic racing around Jamie’s veins as it had a few seconds before.

  A piece of paper rustled to Jamie’s left. Darren had obviously discovered the note Jamie had scrawled before he threw himself into his bondage. Even trapped behind his blindfold, Jamie could still see the paper clearly in his mind’s eye. Red. That was the only word he’d written.

  “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that it would be really difficult for you to say any safe word while you were gagged?” Darren asked.

  The gag wasn’t so bad. In that moment, Jamie was really glad he had a bloody good excuse not to even try and provide a sensible answer. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he realized he’d completely failed to hide his novice status from the other man, but at least he didn’t have to confess it all out loud.

  Darren’s thumb stroked over that bit of Jamie’s cheek that was visible between the strap holding his gag in place and the bottom of his blindfold, making Jamie well aware that he’d noticed his embarrassment. There was no way he could hide anything.

  Jamie’s palms itched with the desire to cover his cock. Darren could see every bit of him, and Jamie didn’t even know if Darren was still hard from their make out session in the corridor. That wasn’t fair. Another frustrated whimper was almost entirely swallowed up by the gag.

  Without any warning, Darren’s hand disappeared from Jamie’s scalp. He quickly turned his head, trying to work out where Darren would move to.

  “No.”

  The hand came back, but there was no pressure behind the touch this time. Darren’s palm simply rested on the top of Jamie’s head, warming his scalp and making his preferences perfectly clear.

  “When I want you to move. I’ll move you. Until then, stay still.”

  Jamie murmured his understanding into the rubber ball. His words were unintelligible. He sounded like an idiot. For some reason, that fact only made Jamie’s cock leak pre-cum more quickly.

  When Darren took his hand away again, Jamie remained very still but the word of praise he’d hoped for didn’t arrive. He heard Darren step away from the bed instead. The sound of a zip being undone floated across the room. It was far too long to be the fly on Darren’s jeans. The sound of metal teeth moving against each other continued for so long, it could only have two sources. Either Darren was delving into Jamie’s suitcase or into his own backpack.

  A moment passed, Darren began whistling a cheerful little tune to himself under his breath. Clothing rustled. For a second the whistling turned muffled.

  Jamie barely held back a loud groan of disappointment as he realized Darren was pulling his t-shirt off over his head.

  He really shouldn’t have used the blindfold. It had been a stupid thing to put on. He wanted to see, no he needed to see what Darren looked like naked. It was like a deep ache inside him, far more intense than the soreness in his joints as they protested at the unfamiliar bondage he’d put himself into.

  Darren was still whistling quietly to himself, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As Jamie carefully tracked the other man’s progress around the room as best he could, he had more than enough worries to make up for the other man’s lack of concerns.

  Without any warning, the chains attached to the cuffs around Jamie’s wrists were jerked up toward the ceiling. His torso toppled forward. His knees slid from beneath him. Every muscle Jamie possessed tensed, but there was no way he could prevent himself falling face first into the mattress.

  Then, as if the world had somehow become one of those weird sci-fi shows where time could be slowed for a certain man’s whims, Jamie felt his progress toward the mattress turn sluggish. He was lowered gently, until he rested face down on the mattress.

  “You didn’t think I’d let you get hurt, did you?” Darren asked, as he let go of the cuffs and Jamie’s arms came to rest upon the small of his back again.

  Jamie tried to shake his head. It wasn’t an easy thing to do while he lay with his cheek pressed against the blankets. But he knew deep inside himself that Darren wouldn’t let him come to any harm—or at least not to any more harm than he’d enjoy inflicting on him.

  It was impossible not to squirm slightly at the reminder of just how much control he’d handed over to his friend. Jamie’s cock pressed against the bedspread, trapped firmly between his stomach and the mattress, surrounded by unexpected, but very welcome, opportunities for friction. Footsteps walked away from the bed, then came back.

  A moment later, Darren’s hand tapped against the inside of one of Jamie’s thighs, not hard enough to hurt, but certainly firmly enough to let Jamie know the other man was serious about wanting him to spread his legs.

  Jamie wriggled his feet as far apart as he could get them. Something hard and slick brushed against his hole. Jamie only just managed to keep his legs spread as he tensed and his buttocks tried to come together.

  The mattress hadn’t moved. No one else had joined him on the bed. It had to be some sort of toy, except Jamie was pretty sure he hadn’t brought any toys like that with him. There’s hadn’t been room for dildos, once he’d filled the case with leather.

  “I’m going to give you some time to decide what limits you want to set for the week,” Darren announced.

  Jamie mumbled into his gag.

  “But, just so you won’t get bored…”

  The toy buzzed into life, sending a wave of pleasure racing through Jamie’s body. Darren altered its angle slightly. The tip of the vibrator came to rest against that sensitive bit of skin between Jamie’s hole and his balls. Jamie whimpered more loudly around the gag.

  “Isn’t that nice?” Darren asked.

  Jamie wondered if the other man could tell that the mumbles behind his gag were actually curses.

  Darren laughed.

  Yeah, Jamie mentally muttered to himself. Darren could definitely tell…

  The other man ruffled Jamie’s hair. Fingers moved against the back of his head a moment later, right against the catch for the gag. The tension on the strap holding it in his mouth eased. Jamie pushed his tongue against the hard rubber, eager to get it out of his mouth as soon as possible.

  “No, you don’t.” Something nudged against the other side of
the ball, keeping it exactly where it was.

  Jamie frowned behind the blindfold as he tried to move his tongue out of the way and let the ball back in, but it seemed even bigger now than it had been before.

  “I want you to keep the gag exactly where it is. The only reason you’re allowed to push it out of your mouth is if you need to say your safe word. If you do that, it’s fine. But if you push it away to say anything else, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  Jamie nodded, trying to keep the ball where it was when every little bit of instinct he possessed wanted it spit it all the way across the room. He squirmed slightly on the bed. The vibrator shifted. It even seemed to speed up as it found an even more sensitive spot to press against.

  A moment passed, then Jamie heard Darren walking away from the bed. A door swung open. For one horrible moment, he thought Darren had actually walked out of the room and left him all alone.

  Water splashed against something. Darren had gone into the bathroom, Jamie realized. As he strained his hearing, his other senses became more heightened too. Steam from a hot shower seeped into the room and settled against his skin. Darren hadn’t closed the bathroom door behind him.

  Jamie groaned softly to himself. He’d only peeked into the en-suite briefly when he’d rushed into the room, but somehow his brain had still managed to imprint every detail of it into his psyche. He saw it all so clearly in his mind’s eye.

  The shower was right opposite the door leading in from the bedroom. Jamie tried to open his eyes. The blindfold clawed at his eyelashes until he gave up trying to see through the thickly padded leather.

  There was nothing to get in the way of his imagination though. He might have never seen Darren naked, but he’d fantasized about him so often, it was almost second nature for him to strip the other man off and track his progress under the spray.

  Water splashed again.

  Jamie imagined Darren’s dark brown hair slicked back from his face, hands coated with soap and moving over his body with strong confident movements, wrapping around his cock and jacking himself off. Unable to remain still, Jamie rocked his hips in time with the imagined strokes, shamelessly humping the bed.

  The vibrator pressed harder against him in response, obviously wedged very firmly into place. Jamie closed his eyes tightly. His tongue developed a mind of its own and pressed against the ball gag as he fought back the need to lick the droplets of water off the other man’s body.

  Clamping down with his teeth made his jaw ache, but it kept the toy in his mouth and that was what mattered. Darren had been very clear—he expected the gag to stay where it was. Jamie couldn’t let him down.

  The water stopped. The vibrator didn’t. All of a sudden, through the confusion of arousal swirling around inside Jamie’s brain, a memory surfaced. He was supposed to be thinking about his limits.

  Jamie raced through every single curse word in his vocabulary, as he desperately tried to think of an answer he could give Darren.

  Limits? He was pretty sure he didn’t want to actually die at any point over the weekend. That counted as a limit, right? Jamie really hoped it did, because if it didn’t he was going to be screwed in all the wrong ways. He was damned if he could think of anything else.

  He heard Darren shuffling about the room, no doubt drying himself off before Jamie had the chance to lick up one damn droplet.

  The vibrator disappeared from Jamie’s world as Darren moved it away, allowing him to take a deep breath for what felt like the first time in years. His lungs burned with pleasure as they finally received the oxygen they required.

  The ability to breathe was short lived, it deserted Jamie again when the mattress shifted beneath him and he felt Darren join him on the bed.

  “I’m going to take the gag away now. Don’t speak unless you want to say your safe word.”

  Fingers brushed against Jamie’s mouth. His jaw was forced open even wider as Darren pulled the ball past his teeth. Finally, Jamie was able to close his mouth. He bit back a wince, and promptly found out that grinding his teeth was a really stupid thing to do so soon after being gagged.

  “Just take a deep breath,” Darren said. His fingers came to rest on the joint on Jamie’s jaw. They worked in circles against the strained muscles, warming them and, not so much coaxing them to relax as ordering them to do so.

  Slowly, that particular pain faded away, but not before it brought Jamie’s attention to all the other aches that were building in his other joints. He wasn’t used to being tied up. His cock might have been hard and his mind sending all sorts of pleasure signals racing through his body, but his joints were letting him know in no uncertain terms that the night wasn’t turning out to be half as much fun as they’d hoped it would be.

  Jamie was so lost in trying to process all the new sensations racing through him, it was almost possible for him to believe that he was alone in the room, until Darren spoke up again.

  “Tell me a limit.”

  Chapter Two

  Darren watched Jamie swallow several times in quick succession. He was pretty sure the submissive was just playing for time, but he allowed Jamie to do that, curious as to how far the other man would try to push his luck.

  It didn’t take too long before Jamie gave in and lips parted. “No dying,” he blurted out.

  Darren chuckled and stroked his fingers along Jamie’s jaw. The other man had shaved that morning but it was late enough in the afternoon that there was just a touch of stubble coming through. “That sounds reasonable.” He’d be damned if he’d let anything happen to his soon to be lover. Now that he had him, he wasn’t going to let Jamie wander off anywhere—especially not to an afterlife! The mattress moved slightly as Darren took advantage of having the ability to move in any way he wanted. “Next,” he ordered.

  “What?”

  “Tell me your next limit,” Darren specified.

  The blindfold covering Jamie’s eyes shifted slightly as he frowned beneath it. “I…” Apparently it hadn’t occurred to him that he’d need more than one.

  Darren pushed his fingers through Jamie’s hair while he waited for him to come up with something. He’d never seen the other man’s spikes so messed up. A few seconds passed. Jamie still didn’t say anything. Darren ran his palm over Jamie’s shoulders. No matter how long it took for his friend to speak, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get bored—not when he had such a pretty, new toy to play with.

  Damn, but he felt like he’d waited several lifetimes to see Jamie like this. Darren stroked his knuckles down the other man’s back until he reached his bound hands. Jumping over the cuffs, he continued his caress down over Jamie’s naked buttocks.

  “Condoms and lube for anal.”

  The words were half mangled by a groan of pure pleasure as Darren stroked dry fingers across Jamie’s hole.

  “Fair enough,” Darren said. For now at least. He kept that particular disclaimer to himself. No need to scare the would-be submissive with plans that wouldn’t come to fruition for months. “Next.”

  Jamie shook his head, turning his face into the mattress. At the same time, he pushed his arse back into Darren’s hand. “Can’t think.”

  Darren grinned down at him. “Then how about, we play it by ear. If we hit into something you really don’t want to do, you’ll say your safe word and we can return to the subject of limits then?” he offered.

  Jamie merely whimpered and tried to push himself down on Darren’s fingers, completely forgetting the limit he’d set just for himself a few moments before.

  Sitting up, Darren took the digits away.

  “What…? Why…?” Jamie demanded.

  “You weren’t paying attention.” Darren let his voice harden just a fraction as he said it.

  The change in Jamie’s manner was instant. His whole body tensed at the first hint that he might have displeased the man he was submitting to.

  “This is serious,” Darren went on, making sure his tone didn’t waver in the slightest. “If I can’t
trust you to let me know what your limits are, this stops right now and I won’t lay a hand on you for the rest of the weekend.” The frustration might kill him, but Darren was still completely serious.

  Jamie whimpered. He tried to roll onto his back, scrambling to bring them face to face, even while there was no way he’d be able to look anyone in the eye. Darren didn’t reach out to keep him still. That fact only seemed to panic Jamie all the more. Turning onto his side, he squirmed forward, blindly trying to find him, and failing.

  “I’ll tell you,” Jamie finally said. “Any limits I even think I might have, I’ll tell you straight away.”

  “Good boy,” Darren slid his fingers into Jamie’s hair and guided him closer, until their lips were just on the verge of touching. Stopping there, Darren held them both completely still as he stared down toward Jamie’s lips. “Here’s what’s going to happen now. I’m going to screw you.”

  Jamie’s hair tugged at Darren’s fingers as he tried to nod his complete approval of that plan, but Darren purposely kept the other man’s head still, refusing him permission to even agree with him. Jamie had a safe word. Until he said it, his agreement to anything and everything Darren decided to do to him was implicit.

  “You’re not going to come.”

  Jamie’s attempt to shake his head was similarly unsuccessful.

  “From now on, you’re only going to come when I want you to,” Darren said. “Not whenever the hell you feel like it.”

  A whimper was Jamie’s only response.

  Darren brushed their lips together, relishing the vibrations that the sound sent singing through him. “You did a good job of trussing yourself up for me,” he said as he pulled away.

  “I didn’t re—” Jamie began, before quickly cutting himself off.