Bound by Desire (2 page)

“Nothing is wrong, but I need to ask you something.”

He tried to think through what he could want to ask
now
but drew a blank. “Love, you’re scaring me a little. I’m bound, hard, and leaking, but now you want to talk?” James gave a strangled laugh, not sure what to expect.

“Shh…, baby. Relax and listen, please. I was going to wait until later, but I cannot wait any longer.”

James bit his lip, but relaxed as much as he could, trussed up as he was, and nodded.

“As you know, I searched for a long time before I found someone I could love and who could love me as you do,” Seth explained, cupping James’s face and lifting it so their eyes met, pinning James in place. “Since that first meeting at Skye Designs, you have held my heart and happiness in your delicate and beautiful hands. You have learned to not just love me, but trust in that love and in our family since then, and soon you will become my husband, something I never thought I would want, much less have. But there is one thing more I want from you, for us.” Seth paused, holding James entranced.

J
AMES
CLEARED
his throat, unsure what Seth could want from him. He’d already given him his heart, home, time, body, and control. James’s thoughts swirled and distorted as he fought to puzzle out what else there could be. “What do you want, Sir?”

Seth wrapped his strong arms around James’s trembling body, peppering his face and neck with kisses and soft words of love. James reveled in the feel of Seth’s skin against his, in the sweet kisses and caresses, in the love he felt and could feel returned in everything Seth did.

Seth slipped his right hand down James’s back to cup one butt cheek, ghosting across the plug base, shifting it inside him and drawing a small whimper. He toyed with James’s testicles and cock, bringing his need back to the forefront of his mind.

“What I want, James, is your complete submission. For you to be mine in all ways. Not just when we play, but always.” Seth withdrew, leaving James again confused and aching. Moments later, Seth moved back in front of him, a large, flattish square box in his hands. “You wear my ring as a promise for our upcoming nuptials, but I would also like you to wear this,” Seth explained before he opened the box.

It took James a moment to pull his thoughts together enough to figure out what he was looking at. Nestled in the plush velvet within was a gleaming circle of platinum with purple-blue stones set into the band. A flat disk made of the same stone was set dead center in the choker, the chained links on either side of it connected by an unusual clasp.

James tilted his head, trying to read the inscription on the disk, but couldn’t make his eyes focus through the confusion and needy state he was still in. “I don’t understand. You stopped to give me a necklace?” He wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or not by Seth’s odd behavior.

Seth’s deep chuckle startled James as he continued to stare. “It’s not a necklace, baby. It is a collar, though I wanted it to be one you could wear all the time.”

Collar?
“You want to collar me? Like a real Dom/sub type collar?”

Seth nodded but did not speak. The uncertainty in Seth’s eyes tore at James’s heart. He didn’t like seeing his lover unsure of himself or his place in James’s heart.

“I….” James paused as he thought about how to answer. Since they’d gotten back together after his insanity, when he’d run near the beginning, James had done a lot of research, both online and by talking to people. Most of what he found wasn’t anything he wanted any part of; not that he had an issue with others that did… it simply wasn’t for him. However, he understood what a collar meant, what he would be agreeing to if he accepted it.

James twisted his hand and fidgeted with his engagement ring—he’d worn it since Seth put it on him at his first gallery show—and considered what the ring already said about his commitment, what the way he was restrained and decorated at that moment said, and couldn’t come up with how he could be more “in” that he already was. “Will… will it change things between us? I mean, if I accept. Will you still accept my ‘nos’ and my limits?” James hated asking, but he had to be clear. He had to make sure Seth understood what he could and could not accept.

“It will in some ways, but not in the ways you fear. It is an outward declaration and reminder to both of us of your submission. Of you giving your power and control to me. It is also a promise and oath from me to protect, care for, and love you. It’s a power exchange, not a ticket to use or harm you, James.”

The fact Seth kept using his name, not any of the pet names he often used, told him how serious Seth was. The look in his eyes did as well. Swallowing hard, James met Seth’s fathomless hazel gaze and smiled. “If it would please you, Sir, I would wear it with the same joy and pride I do the ring on my finger. Will you put it on me? Take me with it on?”

Seth released an explosive breath as a huge smile spread across his handsome face. “I cannot imagine anything better, my beloved.”

James held completely still as Seth carefully removed the collar from its presentation case and shifted behind him. With slow movements, Seth placed it around James’s throat. It felt oddly good against his skin. James had expected the weight to be noticeable, or for the meaning to make it feel odd when the latch snapped closed, but instead he felt pride and love.

Seth grazed James’s nape with his lips where the lock settled, down the side of his neck and back up to nuzzle behind James’s right ear.

“What, what does it say?” Even when Seth had held it up, he hadn’t been able to read it.

“
A ghrá mo chroí
. It means ‘my heart’s beloved’ in Irish and is exactly what you are, James. You are my beloved, and it looks… stunning on you,” Seth breathed against James’s ear. “Better than I thought it would. Thank you.”

Before James could reply, Seth began teasing between the ropes, reaching around to play with the skin on his chest and cock, down to his balls, ghosting along his taint while continuing to kiss and nibble. The material of Seth’s pants abraded James’s oversensitive skin as Seth rocked against him, jarring the plug in his backside and tugging on the ropes at the same time.

“Please… I want….”

“I know what you need, baby. I want the same thing,” Seth murmured. “Are your shoulders still okay?”

James assessed his physical state, pleased when he realized the way Seth had cuffed and bound him didn’t hurt even after their talk. “Am fine, love…. Need you.”

Seth stood up and divested himself of the remainder of his clothes. James swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the sight of Seth’s thick cock, standing out from his body. The whimper he let out gave him a moment’s pause, but he wanted Seth in him more than he cared about his pride.

Seth smiled. “If you weren’t already bound as you are, I would lay you down with your head off the bed and take your pretty mouth that way. Sadly, that would harm you right now, and I won’t have that.”

Seth climbed on the bed again, quickly claiming his mouth in a bruising, devouring kiss that shut out everything but Seth and the sensations he currently gifted James with. Breaking the kiss, Seth kissed and nipped down James’s throat, teasing along his collarbone and down his chest to torment and suckle each nipple, exactly how James liked best.

Fighting his need to come and move, James trembled as Seth settled even lower, as he continued to tease until his face was level with James’s throbbing bound cock. Seth blew cool air across the wet tip, making him shiver before mouthing his shaft, licking between the thin indigo ropes binding him. Dropping even lower, Seth pulled first one and then the other ball into his mouth to lick and tug gently.

The ropes were driving James insane, as they didn’t give. He writhed, fighting to stay up on his knees as Seth wanted him. He was certain he had never been that rigid or horny in his life. “Oh, God!” he shouted when Seth took just the tip into his mouth and sucked hard. Moments later, Seth added erratic nudges to the plug, reducing him to pure need, babbling, “Can’t…. Need to…. Please!”

“Mm….” Seth purred. “That’s what I love to hear, pet.” With one last lick to the head, Seth sat back and watched him.

James was unable to verbalize the demand for more, but Seth seemed to understand. He found himself lowered, face down, ass up, onto a pile of pillows on the bed. “I will not hurt you, so the pretty cock binding has to go. For now. Though you have to be good and not come, baby, as the sensations may be a bit overwhelming at first.” With those words, Seth nudged James’s legs apart a little more and quickly undid the silk binding his cock, but not the part acting as a cock ring. The flood of blood into the shaft brought a near overwhelming rush of sensation so strong, it bordered on pain.

Seth gave him a minute to adjust before giving him a few light strokes. James panted and writhed, pushing against Seth, so desperate he could no longer think of anything but having Seth buried inside him.

Seth grasped his hips, stilling him, before James felt more toying with the plug. He cried out in joy when Seth slowly worked it out of his passage, tossing it somewhere James couldn’t see. “Look at you, all open and hungry for my cock. So beautiful like this, baby. Stunning.”

All James could manage was a moan in reply, but Seth chuckled, the sound holding delicious promise. “Patience, my beloved James.”

At the end of his patience and need, James pushed back, ecstatic when he felt slicked fingers massage and toy with his sensitive rim. Slowly, two digits entered him, teasing him and coiling his impending orgasm even tighter. When a third joined in, James sobbed with need, barely noticing the tears streaming down his face.

“So perfect, pet,” Seth cooed as he continued to thrust his fingers, hitting James’s happy spot over and over.

Moments later, Seth pushed in, James’s body so hypersensitive he felt every inch, every shift, everything. He cried out in joy when Seth sank all the way in, his hips resting against James’s ass. Seth paused before setting a slow, leisurely pace, pumping in and out of James.

James startled when Seth settled his hand between where his wrists were linked with the cuffs, allowing James the simple, but connecting, touch. He wrapped his fingers around Seth’s forearm, grateful to be able to touch his lover. Touch had become so important to him, and he knew that was why Seth held him the way he did.

He fought his need, determined to bring Seth as much pleasure as possible before he lost the fight. Rhythmically clenching his muscles, he milked Seth’s cock, pleased when Seth growled and sped up, plunging harder each time until James’s legs gave out and he fell the rest of the way onto the bed. Seth didn’t pause in his thrusting, and the new angle drove Seth’s cock against James’s prostate, forcing a series of panting yells from James.

Seth forced a hand under James’s body, tugging on the rope acting as a cock ring, releasing the hold it had on James just before grinding out, “Come for me, James!”

James screamed his release, and the world washed away in pleasure and nothingness. He was only vaguely aware of Seth calling out his own completion before everything whited out completely.

Eventually, James became aware of Seth curled around him, cradling his head on his arm as he murmured how much he loved James, how beautiful he was, how happy James made him. James opened his mouth, but the sound that came out was more of a croak than words. He cleared his throat, but before he tried again, Seth shifted him, holding out a bottle of water for him to sip.

“Slowly, James.”

He worked at swallowing again, handing the bottle back once he felt able to do so without pain. “Thank you, love.” James looked down at himself, suddenly aware he was no longer bound with cuff or rope. He noted he had been cleaned up as well. Forcing his eyes to focus, James smiled up at Seth sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? For loving me? For giving me such pleasure and joy?” Seth trailed his fingers along James’s cheek before threading them through his hair. “James, just let me hold you and enjoy how you look in your collar.” Seth brushed his lips across James’s, deepening the kiss slowly but pulling back before it became too heated.

James reached up, tracing the collar with his fingers, enjoying the feel of it against his bare skin far more than he would have thought possible. “Thank you.” At Seth’s raised eyebrow, he hurried to add, “For this, for wanting me this much, for taking such good care of me.”

“Caring for you is my pleasure, James, and you can’t imagine how happy it makes me to see you wearing my collar and ring.”

“Love you too, Seth.”

James curled against Seth tighter, happier than he could ever remember being… except maybe for when Seth had proposed. With a smile on his lips and his heart and mind still floating on the bliss Seth had given him, he drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in the arms of his lover and soon-to-be husband.