“I’m not that fond of creepy crawlies.” Rowan shivered, imagining what he might come nose to nose with in that scenario.
“Me either. Get going.” Lorcan gave Rowan’s arse a smack. “The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get to the good stuff.”
* * * *
Lorcan gazed out of the circular picture window at the end of the attic. The view was spectacular and he couldn’t wait for it to fill Rowan’s vision. However, his current companion was Luke Redding, not Rowan.
“I think we are all set,” Luke said, making a final adjustment to the equipment he had been preparing. “All you need to do to set the machine going is flick the switch.” He demonstrated the device Lorcan had requested, which whirred into life. Lorcan smiled as he watched the fucking machine pump backward and forward. The thick black dildo mounted on the horizontal arm remained steady. He still needed to apply a thick coating of lube but otherwise he was happy with his preparations.
“It only has the one speed,” Luke informed him. “And it’s probably not fast enough to make a man come, but I imagine that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Lorcan nodded. “Rowan is in chastity and he’s going to stay that way a bit longer. This scene is the prelude to the main event.”
“I’m impressed. This set up is fiendish. I think Rowan will love it.”
“I hope so,” Lorcan replied. “I want to do something special, so he remembers our first time together.”
“I’m glad you took your time before asking him to take the next step with you. As submissives go, Rowan is an innocent and I think he needs time to get things straight in his head before he makes decisions.”
“That’s an accurate assessment,” Lorcan agreed. “And you don’t have to worry, Luke. I’ll never push him further than I think he can go. The boy’s probably never had to use his safe word in his life. I don’t intend that he should have to use it with me.”
“Good to know.” Luke checked his watch. “He’ll be here soon, so I’m going to go. Enjoy the rest of the day.”
Lorcan spent a few minutes checking the rest of the equipment he and Luke had hauled to the loft. It was the first time Lorcan had been into the space, not having seen it on his tour. It had been kept simple because its main attribute was the view. The A-frames supporting the roof made perfect places for tying or suspending a sub for a good flogging, but Lorcan had other ideas. He was fond of predicament bondage and, after discussing his ideas with Luke, had come up with a suitably wicked plan. While he and Luke had made the arrangements, he had sent Rowan to his room to have a shower and handle other essential matters. Lorcan would have been quite happy to help him with that but he needed time to prepare. He wanted everything ready when Rowan arrived, so that he could enjoy the experience too rather than worry about whether everything was going to work. Luke had been thorough and had even got down on his hands and knees to check the positioning of the machine.
There was a slight creak and Lorcan turned to see Rowan entering the attic through the door at the far end of the roof. He had followed Lorcan’s instructions to the letter and was clad only in a black leather jockstrap, which concealed the chastity device imprisoning his cock. Lorcan couldn’t wait to see how the black straps framed Rowan’s ass once he was down on all fours.
Rowan walked toward him. He was smiling but when he saw the equipment set up on the central path through the attic, his eyes widened. He lost his footing and pitched forward. Lorcan reached him just in time to stop him hitting the floor. He released his hold only when he was certain Rowan wouldn’t fall.
“Hello, Rowan.” Lorcan greeted him with a smile. “Quite the entrance. I hope you’re ready to play.”
Rowan nibbled on his lower lip but nodded. There was a flush to his cheeks and his eyes sparkled.
“I’m going to push you hard this afternoon,” Lorcan warned. “You are going to be immobilized and at my mercy, so remember your safe words.”
Lorcan picked up a pair of steel wrist cuffs joined by a rigid bar. He locked them around Rowan’s wrists. Rowan stared at them as if he didn’t quite understand how they’d gotten there.
From his pocket, Lorcan extracted a set of nipple clamps connected by a sturdy chain. Each clamp was fixed with four individual screws that would dig into Rowan’s tender flesh. Lorcan gave Rowan’s nipples a few flicks with his finger, bringing them to hardened peaks. He fixed the clamps in place, tightening the screws until Rowan squirmed and panted. Lorcan gave the chain an experimental tug, making Rowan moan. The sound made Lorcan hard. The afternoon was going to be just as much of a trial for him as it was for Rowan.
“You see the foam pad down there on the floor? I want you to position yourself in the middle of it, on your hands and knees.”
The pad was made of memory foam, meaning that Rowan’s knees would be comfortable, even if the rest of him wasn’t. Rowan got into place and Lorcan took a moment to admire the firm globes of his ass.
“Have you heard of predicament bondage, Rowan?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s one of my favorite ways to play.” Lorcan collected the two spreader bars he had waiting. The first went between Rowan’s knees, with the straps fastened just above the joint, pushing his thighs apart. The second bar, which was slightly longer, Lorcan placed between his ankles. He made sure the cuffs were tight, not wanting them to chafe. He then took a link chain with clips at either end. One clip was fastened to the bar between Rowan’s knees the other to the center of the chain linking his nipple clamps.
“I suggest you put your forearms flat on the floor. It will make your position more stable.” Lorcan waited until Rowan was in place then tied a strip of black silk around his eyes. “The sensations you feel will be magnified without your sight.”
Lorcan applied lube to the dildo that was now pointing directly at Rowan’s hole. The height setting was perfect so Lorcan didn’t have to make any last-minute adjustments. He slicked his fingers and pressed two of them to Rowan’s ass. Rowan jerked forward at the contact and gasped.
“As you’ve just discovered,” Lorcan said, “if you remain in position and keep still, the tension on the chain remains slack. But the moment you try to pull away it will go taut and tug on your nipples.” He pushed his fingers into Rowan’s channel, stretching him quickly. The process wasn’t about giving Rowan pleasure, just making him ready for the machine. The dildo wasn’t as big as Lorcan’s cock but sizeable enough for Rowan to feel it. Satisfied that he had prepared Rowan enough, Lorcan wiped his hands on a cloth. He moved the fucking machine closer to Rowan so that the tip of the dildo pressed against his hole. He held it in place then flicked the switch to turn the machine on. With slow but inexorable pressure, the machine pushed the dildo into Rowan’s body. Rowan’s entire frame shivered. His immediate response was to try to get away from the intrusion by edging forward. The resulting tug on the nipple clamps brought him straight back into position.
“Oh my God,” Rowan moaned. “It’s so much… I can’t…”
“You can.” Lorcan spoke with absolute certainty. He watched, entranced, as the machine fucked his helpless sub. Retraction of the machine’s arm meant that the dildo was pulled completely from Rowan’s body before being pressed back inside. Rowan whimpered and panted, his breath coming in short gasps. Watching him turned Lorcan’s erection to iron. He went to stand in front of Rowan’s head then pulled off the blindfold. Rowan’s eyes were glazed and Lorcan wasn’t sure how much he was seeing as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his aching dick. He palmed himself, hefting the weight of his shaft before rubbing his thumb over the sticky head.
“Please, Sir…” Rowan’s line of sight was firmly fixed on Lorcan’s groin. Lorcan jacked himself slowly, not wanting to come too soon.
“What is it, Rowan?” Lorcan didn’t expect an answer. He jacked his hand faster, getting rougher, bringing himself to the edge of orgasm. He came and splatters of white liquid landed on Rowan’s face. Rowan licked his lips, gathering as mu
ch of Lorcan’s cum as he could. Lorcan leaned against the roof supports, legs a bit unsteady. He rested there, recovering, while the inexorable machine—that had no problems with fatigue—continued to drill into Rowan’s hole.
Rowan began to tremble and Lorcan decided he had had enough. He switched off the machine then released Rowan from the spreader bars as quickly as he could. The linking chain connected to the nipple clamps followed. He brought Rowan to his feet, keeping a protective arm around his shoulders while he loosened the screws on the clamps. As they came free, Rowan screamed, his voice ragged. Lorcan rubbed the soreness away then pulled him into a hug, Rowan’s bound hands trapped between them. He whispered soothing, nonsense words into Rowan’s ear and planted soft kisses on his hot skin.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmured. “You were spectacular.”
Rowan nestled against him and kept as close as he could while Lorcan guided him down the stairs from the attic back to the Blue Room. Once inside, he lifted Rowan onto the bed, leaving him there for just a moment while he fetched a warm, damp flannel from the bathroom. He wiped Rowan’s face before fetching him a bottle of water and supported him while he drank.
“Lie there and rest,” Lorcan said. He stripped out of his clothes before joining Rowan, pulling him close. He stroked Rowan’s back and listened to his soft sighs as he relaxed. “That was quite the afternoon, wasn’t it? Something we’ll both remember for a while.”
Lorcan closed his eyes, feeling drowsy. A nap seemed like a good idea. He drifted into sleep to the sound of Rowan’s breathing.
* * * *
Rowan awoke to warmth and a dreamy sense of inner satisfaction. He tried to roll over but found himself contained in a prison formed by Lorcan’s arms. Disorientation swamped him and for a moment he had no idea where he was or what time of day it was. Lorcan shifted, tightening his grip. Rowan grinned—even in sleep, Lorcan was overprotective. Gradually, the events of the day seeped into Rowan’s consciousness. He wondered if it had all been a dream. The scene Lorcan had gone to so much trouble to set up had pressed every single one of Rowan’s submissive buttons. After only a week together, it seemed Lorcan knew him better than he knew himself.
Beneath the covers he fingered the infuriating plastic encasing his cock.
“Leave it alone. That belongs to me.” Lorcan’s voice was rough from sleep.
“Did today really happen?” Rowan asked.
“I believe it’s still happening. How long have we been asleep?”
Rowan peered at the clock on the dresser. “I’m not sure what time we came back to the room, but it’s five o’clock now.”
“Just an hour or so, then.” Lorcan stretched and the covers drifted down to his waist.
Feeling brave, Rowan planted a gentle kiss on the hard planes of Lorcan’s chest.
“It’s been a wonderful day. I’ll never forget it.”
“I would hope not. But it’s not over yet.” Lorcan slipped out of bed, much to Rowan’s disappointment. He tried to see what he was doing but there wasn’t much light under the four-poster and the curtains were partly drawn. He settled for admiring the lines of Lorcan’s naked body. He was erect and his cock bobbed as he returned to the bed, something clasped in his hand. Lorcan pulled the covers to the foot of the bed, leaving Rowan exposed before climbing up next to him.
“I’m not going to tease you,” Lorcan said. From his hand he produced a condom and the key to Rowan’s chastity device. With a few deft movements, he removed it. Rowan’s cock stiffened with alarming speed.
“It doesn’t seem to have done you any harm.” Lorcan petted Rowan’s aching shaft.
“Sir…please! If you keep touching me I’ll come!”
“Well, we can’t have that. Not yet. Not until I’m inside you. Turn over.” Lorcan switched his attention to Rowan’s backside, fingering his hole. “Still nice and slick. You’re not sore after this afternoon?”
“Not at all. Just empty, Sir.” Rowan knew there was a note of pleading in his voice. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted Lorcan inside him with quiet desperation. Nothing else was acceptable.
“I want you looking into my eyes when we make love for the first time,” Lorcan said.
Tears welled and Rowan snuffled while he shifted onto his back. Lorcan brushed a tear away.
“No more words.” He rolled on a condom then lifted Rowan’s legs so his calves rested on Lorcan’s shoulders.
Rowan held his breath. The moment he’d dreamed about was finally happening. When Lorcan pushed inside him, a piece of a puzzle Rowan hadn’t even realized was missing slid into place. Sheer joy ignited every single nerve ending Rowan possessed and he sighed his contentment. Lorcan smiled down at him, holding his weight on his arms.
“You good?”
“Perfect.”
“Thank Christ!” Lorcan pumped his hips, no longer holding back. He was an aggressive lover, claiming Rowan’s body with fierce determination. There was no way Rowan could prevent the orgasm that rolled through him. After almost a week in chastity, his body was no longer under his control. His vision grayed and though he was aware of Lorcan driving into him, he could do nothing but lie there and take what Lorcan gave him. He spurted his release between their bodies, hips jerking, muscles in spasm. Lorcan lowered one of his legs to the bed then twisted him to the side, gaining deeper penetration. Rowan’s orgasm continued. It was too much. Lorcan came, straining inside him. Rowan screamed Lorcan’s name then the world faded to black.
It couldn’t have been many minutes later when Rowan regained consciousness to find Lorcan wiping him clean. The scent of their lovemaking filled the air. Rowan breathed deeply, not wanting to forget a single moment. He lost his breath to Lorcan’s kiss, parting his lips to accept Lorcan’s tongue. He tasted him back, surprised at his own temerity, and Lorcan responded with a fierceness that made Rowan’s heart pound. The kiss left him no room to doubt who had control.
Lorcan rolled onto his back, one arm beneath his head. He pulled Rowan close before Rowan could regret the loss of contact.
“Next time, I’m going to tie you down. Fuck you long and slow until you scream in frustration.”
Rowan was just happy there was going to be a next time. He snuggled against Lorcan’s warm, firm body.
“Yes, Sir.” He hoped it wouldn’t be too long before Lorcan lived up to his words.
“I’m going to plug you, dress you in nothing but a leather collar and cuffs, then have you kneel next to me through dinner. I want you to keep yourself hard. By the time I take you to bed again this evening you’ll be mad with need.”
Rowan squirmed, his cock already plumping into life.
“That sounds wonderful, Sir.”
Lorcan chuckled. “You might not be saying that in a few hours’ time. I think my more sadistic tendencies need an airing.”
“I’m at your service.” Rowan rubbed his cock against Lorcan’s thigh in an attempt to get some friction.
“And I think we will start with a nice, spiked cock ring.”
Rowan’s moan was a mixture of dread and anticipation. He suspected he still had plenty to learn about Lorcan and that those lessons were likely to be frustrating in the extreme. He gave a contented sigh. It was hard to imagine how life could get any better.
Chapter Nine
Rowan wished he had a softer chair. Working on the big table in the banqueting hall gave him the space he needed to spread out his paperwork, but the eighteenth-century dining set had not been built for comfort. He shifted from one cheek to the other but only succeeded in jiggling the end of the plug lodged in his arse. He was grateful that Lorcan had replaced the spiked cock ring he had been using for the last few days in favor of one made of leather, but the ball splitter was hard to ignore, especially since Rowan was naked. Lorcan seemed to have developed an aversion to Rowan wearing any clothes at all, apart from a matched set of red leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles and a narrow collar. The house was warm but Rowan would have preferred t
o be a little less exposed. Not that anyone on the staff looked at him as if his condition was anything other than normal. Today, though, it didn’t seem fair. Lorcan had left for London early that morning, leaving Rowan with a list of instructions, the first of which was to remain naked. He had actually handwritten the list, with ‘stay naked’ written in block capitals on the first line.
The next instruction was much more enjoyable. Lorcan had asked him to start building a portfolio of potential properties for him to view both in London and in the Cotswolds. In the capital, Lorcan had specified that the property should be within a twenty-minute walk of The Underground. He also had some stringent security requirements and a preference for a top-floor apartment. He didn’t want a house because the place in London would be more of a crash pad than anything. He had been less specific about the house in the country, leaving it to Rowan to make some suggestions. He did want enough space for a playroom and again, security was important to him, though he was content to have systems installed if need be.
Rowan had spent a very enjoyable couple of hours viewing luxury properties on all the upmarket estate agents’ websites. When he found a place he thought might appeal to Lorcan, he printed off the details. He also bookmarked all the pages in case Lorcan wanted to look at them online. Luke had helped him set up a printer on the table so he had everything he needed. Except a cushion. At eleven, Tor brought him cookies and milk from the kitchen. He returned again at one with a plate of sandwiches and some sliced fruit. By the time he had eaten, Rowan was ready for a break. He tidied his papers then made the short trip to his room, hoping to be able to make a couple of phone calls. He hadn’t had a chance to call home or talk to Ed for several days.
He sat on his bed, Bilbo on the pillow next to him. Even though he was alone and in his own space, he didn’t dress. Lorcan’s orders had been clear and Rowan had no intention of disobeying him. He called Rory first in the hope that she might be working from home and she answered on the first ring.
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