Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
He didn’t know if what they were doing would last beyond Owen’s roof getting patched. He hoped, but with all their talking they’d never mentioned anything about the future. Jeremy didn’t want to waste a minute or have a single regret. He loved Owen, and wanted to know every part of him, including Master Finn.
When he finally pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine, Owen was already striding out the front door and drenched to the bone as he came to help him unload the supplies. Water and candles, canned goods and propane for the grill in case the power went out.
“How are the roads?”
Jeremy grimaced. “Not good. I’m glad I went out when I did. I doubt they’ll be drivable until this is over. Do we still have power?”
“For the moment. Come on, let’s get inside.”
He shivered when he stepped into the air-conditioned foyer, water streaming from his hair down into his eyes as he headed to the kitchen with his bags. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get back. Traffic was slowed to a crawl.”
Owen set his handful of bags on the counter. “That’s okay. It gave me time to get ready.”
Jeremy pushed his wet hair back from his forehead and met Owen’s gaze. His heart started hammering in his ears. “Ready?”
“Let’s get this put away first.”
He was clumsy, suddenly all thumbs and shaking hands as they put away the groceries and supplies in silence. He’d asked for this. He wanted it. But when he glanced up toward the living room, he lost his breath.
Owen had been getting ready. He’d moved all the furniture up against the wall and out of the way. He’d also brought out a flat padded bench from the workout room.
What was he going to do to him on that bench? Jeremy’s dick pressed insistently against his jeans and he licked his dry lips. What kind of torture was Owen planning?
A hand covered his and took the can he’d been holding away from him. “That’s the last one,” Owen murmured. “Now let’s take off your clothes so we can put them in the washer.”
Jeremy pulled off his wet t-shirt while Owen unbuttoned his jeans. He kicked off his boots, leaning over to pull off his damp socks before shucking off the clinging denim. Owen gathered his clothes and disappeared into the laundry room for a moment, leaving him standing naked and trembling in his kitchen.
He glanced at the refrigerator. Had it only been ten days since he’d leaned against it and Owen had talked him into opening his pants out of curiosity? How could his life have changed so completely in less than two weeks?
When Owen reappeared he was barefoot and shirtless, but he still had his pants on. He studied Jeremy’s body as if he were seeing it for the first time, lingering on the thick erection between his legs.
He held out his hand. “It’s tomorrow, Jeremy. Are you ready for this?”
“I think so.” He took Owen’s hand and let him lead him into the living room. “I like your decorating style.”
Owen laughed. “I had to work with what we had on hand, but we needed the space.” His thumb caressed Jeremy’s palm. “I’m going to start out simple. Some teasing and touching while you’re cuffed to the bench. We’ll go from there.”
He was so busy staring at the bench and the black suede-and-leather cuffs lying on either end that it took him a moment to notice the television was on. An aroused, naked man was standing in his living room beside a workout bench and his lover.
His eyes narrowed in on the camera attached to his large screen. “Owen? What the hell is that?”
“I want you to be able to see everything I’m doing to you. You’re an artist and a man. I thought you’d appreciate the visual.”
Jeremy swallowed. He wasn’t wrong. “Is it recording?”
The hand holding his tightened. “Let’s leave that a mystery for the moment. I like the idea of you wondering whether or not your screams of pleasure will be saved for posterity, or if they’re being sent out on a live feed for anyone with an Internet connection to see.”
Jeremy shook his head. He knew from their discussions that Owen would never expose him that way without negotiating it in advance, but the suggestion definitely fucked with his head. If he didn’t trust him so much… “That’s evil.”
“Welcome to my world. Now I want you to kneel in front of the bench and spread your arms out on either side.”
He did as Owen asked, stretching his arms out on the bench so his wrists and part of his forearms were hanging off both ends. Owen knelt down beside him and reached for the first cuff. It had a chain attached to it that went underneath the bench to attach to the cuff on the other side.