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  Before Darren could reply, Andrew walked through the door.

  “So where’s this submissive I’m going to truss up?” he joked.

  JJ tensed and swung around to face Darren. “You said we wouldn’t—”

  Darren’s hands were on his upper arms immediately. “You told me it was a soft limit, and I think we both need to be pushed a little. Andrew won’t touch you, at least not sexually. He’s going to teach us some basics.” Darren kissed JJ on the lips, the touch light as a whisper. “I know this makes you uncomfortable, but I won’t risk your health by trying something I’m not familiar with.”

  Relief flooded through JJ’s body, leaving him weak. He nodded, leaning into Darren, drinking in his familiar scent.

  “It’s good to hear you say that,” Andrew said. “Because what I said just now? This first time, you’ll be the one I tie up. No Dom should ever try something on his submissive he hasn’t done himself.”

  JJ grinned. “Okay, this just got a lot more interesting.”

  Andrew’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and JJ felt bolder.

  “I think you’re amazing, by the way. I saw your Shibari demonstration with Gareth, and it… well, it fascinated me.” He was dying to ask Andrew about what he’d seen and heard, but for some unaccountable reason, his belly was filled with that familiar writhing mass of nervous snakes. He knew in part it was the prospect of being bound, but the memory of Gareth during that demo had stayed with him.

  Darren chuckled. “My boy has a question, Andrew.”

  JJ stared at him. How does he do that?

  “Sure, shoot.”

  Darren gave JJ a nudge, and JJ glared, as if to say Okay, I got this, all right? He turned to Andrew. “If it’s okay, I wanted to ask what you said to Gareth that day when you were doing the demonstration. It made him smile.”

  Andrew gave a wicked grin. “Oh, I remember that day. I wanted to calm him. To remind him I was there and he was safe with me. I whispered in his ear that I had him trussed up like a Christmas turkey and couldn’t wait to get him home so I could do a bit of stuffing.”

  JJ laughed out loud and then bit his lip. Andrew smiled.

  “That’s better. This is not torture, JJ. Gareth loves it when I tie him up. Last week I was demonstrating how to hogtie someone, and he was so relaxed, he fell asleep on the bench.”

  “Seriously?” JJ couldn’t imagine being chilled enough to fall asleep while someone tied him up. Then it struck him. Gareth must truly trust Andrew to be that relaxed.

  JJ wanted that level of trust with Darren.

  Andrew shrugged. “He was in his head space, perfectly content.” He walked over to the table. “Shall we get started?”

  “By all means.” Darren joined Andrew at the table, JJ beside him. “What do we do first?”

  Andrew’s eyes gleamed. “We talk rope.”

  For the next five or ten minutes, Andrew spoke about the best type of rope and where to get it, having differing lengths of it, and how much Darren would need, depending on his purpose. JJ listened, rapt, not missing similar concentration on Darren’s face. When Andrew had finished, he picked up a coil of rope and gazed at Darren.

  “For today we’re not doing anything as complicated as Shibari. I’m going to teach you the basics, starting with knots. One common misconception is that in bondage, knots have to be fancy.” He grinned. “Knots just have to be inaccessible. Any knot that JJ can reach with his fingers, toes, or teeth is a knot that he’ll eventually work loose.” He peered intently at JJ. “And we can’t have that, can we?”

  JJ stared back at him. “No, sir.” It was slowly dawning on him that one of his fantasies was that bit closer to coming true.

  “Oh, and I must share with you Andrew’s Law.” He was still grinning. “Once the hands are tied behind the back, the nose will start to itch.”

  Darren guffawed. “I’ll make sure I have something suitable handy.”

  JJ took one look at Darren’s face and snorted. “Oh really? And why do I think it’d be a feather?”

  Darren beamed. “Because you know me?”

  Andrew looked from Darren to JJ and burst out laughing. “You two are a really good fit. Do you know that? It’s hard to believe you haven’t been together that long.” He picked up one of the shorter lengths of rope. “Okay, time to pay attention.”

  JJ watched as Andrew talked Darren through about five knots and loops, then made him do them. Darren’s face was alight when Andrew praised him.

  “I’m going to show you how to do a cinch loop. These can be used whenever you bind wrists, ankles, knees, or elbows together. Especially wrists. And they’re really useful for tying body parts to bedposts.” He winked at Darren. “So step forward, offering me your hands, palms facing each other.”

  Darren did as instructed, his gaze focused on JJ. It wasn’t difficult to guess what was going through his mind. The same thing was running through JJ’s—him tied to their bed.

  Andrew picked up two six-foot lengths. He took one, and having made sure there was about a finger-width of space between Darren’s wrists, he wrapped the rope repeatedly around them and then tied its ends together. The second rope was wound between the wrists over the first, providing cinch loops.

  “As the Dom, it’s your responsibility to carefully regulate tightness. If you apply the ropes too loosely, you give JJ the opportunity to escape. Too tightly and you may harm him.”

  Darren caught JJ’s gaze. “Escape? We certainly can’t have that.” He grinned before peering at his wrists and nodding to Andrew. “Got it.”

  Andrew undid his wrists and then stepped back, looking Darren up and down. “Okay, I’m going to show you how to bind JJ at the wrists, ankles, and knees, using the knots you’ve seen today. That way, you’ll know how it feels when he’s in the same position.” He pointed to the bed. “Hop up on the bed and lie on your front.”

  Darren glanced at his clothing. “Should I take these off?” He indicated his jeans and shirt.

  Andrew shook his head. “Not this time. You’re fine as you are.” He grinned. “Of course, when you try this out on JJ, it should definitely be clothing optional.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind if Darren takes his clothes off,” JJ said with an innocent smile.

  Andrew chuckled. “I’ll bet. Darren, just take off your shoes, then we’ll get started.”

  Darren complied, and Andrew proceeded to work on him, informing him at every step what was happening. Darren kept twisting his neck to watch Andrew’s progress. JJ walked around the bed, his gaze riveted on Andrew’s every move. When it was done, Darren lay on his side, wrists bound behind his back, ropes wound around his knees and ankles, rendering him immobile.

  “So, not too tight?” Andrew asked him.

  “No, that feels fine. I know you have to be careful not to cut off the circulation.”

  “Exactly.” Andrew stepped back to admire his handiwork.

  JJ was admiring it too. And it was definitely giving him ideas.

  “So, he can’t move?” JJ asked.

  Andrew snorted. “Only if he wants to wriggle around like a worm.”

  “A worm on a hook,” JJ mused, “unable to get away.” He grinned.

  Darren slowly turned his head to face him. “JJ.” There was a note of warning in his voice.

  Like JJ was going to listen to that. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

  “Andrew, could you maybe give us a few minutes?” he asked, trying his damnedest to keep his tone innocent.

  Andrew laughed out loud. Apparently he didn’t fall for it for a second. “It’s funny, but you’re not the first sub to ask that.” He grinned. “Maybe I’ll just go to the bar for a cup of coffee. Will fifteen minutes be enough?”

  Damn. Andrew was a good sport.

  “Oh, I think that should be just about right. Thanks, Master Andrew.”

  Darren stared at Andrew, wide eyed. “You’re leaving me here like this?”

  Andrew mimicked his stare. “
Why, do you think JJ will let you come to any harm?” That grin was positively evil. “Relax, Darren—like you can do anything else when you’re all tied up.” He glanced in JJ’s direction. “Have fun.” Andrew walked out of the door humming a little tune.

  JJ turned his attention to the bed.

  Darren watched him approach, his body tense. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” he warned.

  JJ tut-tutted. “That doesn’t sound like you trust me, Sir.” He couldn’t hold back his grin. “Besides, this is likely going to be my only chance to get you like this, so I’m really going to make the most of it.”

  “JJ, whatever you do to me, I’m going to do back to you, and it’s going to be twice as bad.”

  JJ nodded, his eyes wide. “Oh, I’m counting on that, Sir.” He circled the bed slowly. “See, the thing is? I love what you do to me. Seeing this? I’m definitely looking forward to trying it out. In fact, I think we should combine this with a little burglary role play. For now, however, I’m going to do something, and you need to keep in mind your promise that you were going to do double to me.” Slowly, leisurely, he unzipped Darren’s jeans and fished out his hard cock.

  “Oh fuck,” Darren said in a whisper.

  JJ leaned over and licked the head, which was already moist with precome. He gazed at Darren and licked his lips. “Does this turn you on? Is that why you’re already leaking?”

  “Yes,” Darren admitted, his voice hoarse. “The thought of you tied to the bed has had me hard from the beginning.” A low growl forced its way from his lips. “Now stop talking and just do it.”

  JJ shook his head. “Nah, I’m going to take my time. I want to savor this.” He slid his mouth slowly down Darren’s shaft, drawing a long moan from his Dom. When he pulled off, he smiled and said, “Don’t you wish you could grab my hair now?” He let out a mock gasp. “Oh, but you can’t, can you?”

  “You are so in for it when I get you home,” Darren said through gritted teeth. Then he shivered as JJ once again took him deep. He slipped his hand through Darren’s zipper and cupped the heavy balls, rolling them around in his hand. “Fuck,” Darren groaned.

  JJ licked a line from the head down the thick length, then sucked at it around the base. Darren let out a low moan, and JJ sucked harder, before taking Darren’s cock into his mouth, his head bobbing as he enjoyed his task. Darren’s breathing sped up, and JJ knew he was close. He’d been counting on it, in fact.

  When the knock on the door came, he quickly stuffed Darren’s hard cock back into his pants and zipped them up, struggling to contain the heavy shaft in the tight jeans.

  “Now, think how much easier this would have been if you’d been naked like I suggested,” JJ said with a grin.

  Darren gave a roar. “Damn it, JJ, finish what you started!”

  JJ gave a heavy sigh. “So sorry, but I can’t right now. Maybe when we get home.”

  A noise rumbled out of Darren, something that spoke of lust and frustration, and JJ was so damn proud of himself for bringing his Dom to this state.

  Darren gave JJ a baleful stare. “I’m going to buy a chastity device. Do you hear me? A nice, shiny cock cage. You’re not going to be coming for a month. Maybe longer.”

  JJ shrugged. “Yeah, that might happen, but I have to tell you, it was so worth it.” He leaned closer to whisper. “I’m looking forward to payback. Because I’m thinking by the time we get home, you’re going to want to take out your revenge on my arse.” Before Darren could respond, he straightened and called out to the door, “Come in, Andrew.”

  The glare Darren gave him told JJ this wasn’t over. And JJ couldn’t wait for round two.

  BY THE time they were through the front door, Darren had it all planned out in his head—and a surprise for JJ in his jacket pocket. Andrew had been very accommodating, once Darren had explained what he needed.

  I really need to do some online shopping. One look in the cupboard at the club had been enough to show him what a well-stocked and varied toy box should look like. Part of the fun would be sitting down with JJ and a laptop and spending a few hours choosing lots of fun things to play with.

  That would have to wait, however. Right then it was payback time.

  JJ hadn’t said a whole lot during their trip home, but the atmosphere in the car had been nothing short of electric. The air crackled with sexual energy, and by the time they’d pulled up outside the house, Darren was more than ready to give his sub a taste of his own medicine.

  “You, in the living room, naked and on your knees by the time I get downstairs,” Darren said shortly, removing his jacket and bounding up the staircase. He just about caught JJ’s startled “Huh?” followed by a joyous little yelp that made him feel ten feet tall. Darren pulled open his wardrobe door and brought out the rack that contained all his ties. Not ideal, but they’d have to do until he could go shopping. He grabbed five or six, then rummaged in the bedside drawer for the blindfold he knew was in there somewhere. When his fingers touched satin, he grinned and pulled out the eye mask he’d bought to try out on Michael. Except Michael had hated it.

  Darren opened the box of condoms and removed a couple, grinning to himself. Better make the most of it, JJ. It’s going to be a while before you get to come again. Then he looked at the ties. Are they going to be long enough for what I have in mind? He scanned the room, searching for something longer. Then he had a brainwave and dashed into the third bedroom. It wasn’t that big a room, and there wasn’t enough space for a double bed, so he had a single one instead. And single sheets in the chest of drawers, he thought gleefully. He pulled out two folded sheets and went back into his bedroom to collect the rest of his supplies, once he’d kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. What is it about socks that is distinctly unsexy? On his way down the stairs he paused where his jacket hung over the newel post and reached into his pocket. Can’t forget this.

  JJ was kneeling on the rug, his hands behind his back and that long, slim cock already hard, poking up toward his belly, precome glistening on the tip. His gaze went to the objects in Darren’s arms, and his eyes widened.

  Darren chuckled. “Someone’s eager.” He left everything on the couch and came to stand in front of JJ, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. JJ’s eyes were focused on him, lips slightly parted. Darren smiled as he slipped the shirt from his shoulders. “Do you like what you see?”

  JJ nodded. He bit his lip when Darren unfastened the button on his jeans and lowered the zip just enough so JJ could see the base of his bare cock. “How about now?” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

  JJ swallowed. “Fuck,” he said softly. “Quit teasing me.” His dick twitched, and precome slid down his shaft.

  Darren slowly pushed his jeans down to his ankles and removed them. His own cock was easily as hard as JJ’s, thick and full. He looked JJ in the eye. “On your back, on the coffee table.”

  JJ glanced at the small wooden table and then back to Darren.

  Darren grinned. “I believe I just gave you an instruction, boy.”

  That got him moving. “Yes, Sir.” JJ scrambled up off his knees and cleared away the magazines from the coffee table before lying down on the smooth surface, his head raised. He regarded Darren in consternation. “There’s not a lot of room.” His body was in contact with the table from his shoulders to midthigh.

  “I didn’t imagine you were going to be comfortable,” Darren said dryly. He walked around the low table until he was standing at JJ’s head. He slipped his hands under JJ’s shoulders and tugged him until JJ’s head was hanging over the edge. “Perfect.” Darren straddled him and held his dick to JJ’s lips. “Now open wide.”

  JJ did as instructed, and Darren slid his heavy cock between warm lips. He groaned at the sensation of JJ’s hot, wet mouth around his shaft. “Suck my cock.”

  JJ pushed out a low moan and sucked him deep, his head bobbing as he worked the shaft.

  “How deep can you take me?” Darren demanded. “Relax your throat. I’m
going to fuck it. If you have a problem, tap me on the leg.”

  JJ’s head fell back, and the angle was perfect. Darren leaned over and placed his hands flat to the table on either side of JJ’s body and began to thrust, slowly at first, carefully, listening for any sign that JJ couldn’t take it.

  The exquisite feeling of tightness around his dick was driving him crazy, and he gasped. “Oh my God, just like that.”

  JJ moaned around his length, and Darren fucked him faster, pushing deeper until he felt his cock bump the back of JJ’s throat. “Fucking hell, yes.” JJ’s dick was right there, the head wet with precome, and Darren couldn’t resist. He took it deep, groaning loudly when JJ’s moans intensified. It felt way too good, and Darren pulled free of JJ’s mouth with a moan. “Any more of that and I’d be coming down your throat.” That wasn’t the idea, after all.

  He had plans for JJ’s hole and a boy to tie up.

  JJ’s chest heaved, and he reached down to grab his cock.

  “Uh-uh,” Darren warned him. “That dick is mine tonight. No touching.” He walked to the foot of the table and, grabbing JJ’s legs, tugged him once more until his head was supported, his arse balanced on the edge. “That’s it. Now pull your knees to your chest.”

  “Yes, Sir,” JJ replied breathlessly, grasping his legs around the knees.

  Darren went over to the couch and picked up two of the ties. JJ watched him with wide eyes, and Darren laughed. “Yeah, you know what’s coming, don’t you? Now, before we go any further, what are your safewords?” In the heat of the moment, he’d almost forgotten.

  “Red and yellow, Sir.”

  Darren nodded. “Hands on your thighs.” When JJ complied, Darren looped a tie around JJ’s wrist, binding it to his leg. He made sure he could slide a finger between the fabric and JJ’s wrist before repeating the action with his other leg. JJ was left with his legs in the air, hole exposed. Then Darren picked up the bedsheet and twisted it until he had a thick rope. He placed it under the table, pulled the ends up so that it crossed JJ’s chest, and tied it to one side, effectively tying him down to the coffee table. Darren laughed. “You’re not going anywhere.” He looked JJ up and down. “Nothing is hurting you, right? Not too tight?”