Three days. Three questions. Three answers.
Kidnapped, blindfolded, and bound to a bed, running away isn’t an option any more for Will Chambers. Despite being a linguistic tutor and having every conversational tool at his disposal, all Will wanted to do was fade into the background, become lost in the echo of wild heath and harbour. But now someone wants to put his body and mind on full display, force Will to find his voice—answer three questions, over three days. All Will has to do is provide three… simple… answers. (M/M)
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“Hm.” Will brushed the flat of his stomach, just by accident at first as he shifted the sheet to get comfortable, but then, as his body reacted, a run of happy goosebumps chased a second, more deliberate touch.
One arm covering his eyes, almost hiding him from loving the touch he played on his body, Will dug the flat of his feet a little harder into the mattress. The shy covering of sheet only added to the slow tease of the back of his hand brushing the length and thickness between his thighs. So easy… so easy just to slip between material and skin, maybe just to feather-play those fingers between navel and the vulnerability of everything hidden beneath the thin safety of the covers, to stroke, to please.
Will arched his back slightly, letting a soft murmur escape his lips. How long had it been? How long since he’d known the feel of his body pressed into the mattress by someone else. Hearing a whisper in his ear, keep the touch light… a game of mutual consent, or shift it into something darker, where giving up control tipped the scales, and a harder tease with cuffs slipped around his wrists as that heated body above him shifted a cock deeper, dug that rough drag of nails down his thigh— harder.
Control. He didn’t mind games of surrender, if only in the bedroom. He didn’t mind admitting how much he missed being held and fucked hard enough so that—
Giving a cry, he twisted to his side; head now buried in his pillow, legs curled up in almost a defensive position as he gripped at the sheet, trying to stop the heat he could feel burning in his cock.
Wrong. Today of all days, it was wrong.