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down. I almost couldn't believe that I was going to be allowed
to play with Wynn as I really wanted to. Today was my lucky
day. Or the gods had decided to favor me. Whatever it was, I
wasn't about to question it. Wynn would gladly bottom for
me, and he'd let me play rough with him. My day couldn't get
any better.
"So, are you okay for a little rough play today? I know we
barely know each other and really only just met...." I trailed
off, giving Wynn one last out.
"It's been over a year since I've been able to play like I
think you're suggesting. I found out the hard way that playing
like that with humans is a bad idea. Finding a gay or even bi-
sexual shifter... well, there just aren't that many where I'm
from, and the few Otherworldly creatures I know about, they
either weren't something I was interested in sleeping with,
they weren't into me, or weren't into BDSM. You aren't gonna
freak out if I get loose from restraints when I shouldn't be
able to, and you sure as hell aren't going to have a psychotic
break if I happen to shift a little because I get too far gone
into sub-space to control myself."
I actually shivered a little, and my nipples hardened as
arousal twisted through me. This was going to be so fucking
good. I was going to make absolutely sure of that so Wynn
would want to come back for more. I did wonder a little about
the psychotic break comment, but figured that could be
something we talked about at a later date. Right now, I had a
willing, sexy man to torment for both our pleasure.
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"If I do something you're uncomfortable with, say so right
away. Fire will be your safety word, and everything stops at
that. Ember will be your slow word, and I'll back off
immediately until you're ready again. If your mouth is
otherwise occupied, I'll give you a ball of vines to hold. You
drop it, and I dead stop so you can tell me what's wrong.
Agreed?"
"Fire to stop, ember to slow down, and drop the ball if I
can't speak and need you to stop. Got it. So does this mean
you're going to punish me for sneaking into your tree without
being invited?"
There was a heavy undercurrent of lust in Wynn's words,
and I smiled at him, my gaze raking over him as if he was
already nude. I think he was going to really like my idea of
punishment. I was willing to bet he was going to ask me to do
it to him again, too. Time to get started with my new
playmate.
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Chapter 3
I was so excited by what Etireh said, I was surprised I
hadn't lost consciousness from all the blood rushing to my
dick so fast. The wank before we'd eaten was fantastic, and
going by what we'd discussed, I was going to like this next
part a whole lot. I already liked that he had me restrained
again. I knew if I applied myself, I could get free, but I didn't
want to. I liked the helpless feeling, even if it was mostly an
illusion. I'd like it a whole lot better if I was naked.
I'd been surprised when Etireh's clothes shifted around his
body and turned into one of the hottest looking pieces of
bondage gear I'd seen in a long time. I couldn't see his cock,
but there was a very nice bulge at his groin framed by thick
vines with some of those wickedly long thorns sticking up like
spikes. Vines circled his arms and legs with more thorns
sticking up. There were even some vines criss-crossing his
chest with more thorns.
God, he looked hot.
"Do you care if the clothes you're wearing get shredded?"
My mouth went dry, and it took me several seconds to
remember how to form words.
"I'm gonna need my jacket and jeans when I leave. The
shirt and underwear... not a big deal if they get trashed."
Etireh nodded, and vines slithered up my body, under my
jacket. They circled my upper arms, holding me tight while
the vines around my wrists dropped away. Etireh peeled off
my jacket, and a vine dropped from the ceiling, grabbed my
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jacket and disappeared with it. The vines wrapped farther
down my arms once my jacket was gone. Etireh bent, undid
my shoelaces, and slipped off my sneakers. He unzipped my
jeans and pulled them down my legs. More vines wound their
way down my legs from thigh to calf. The vines around my
ankles disappeared, and Etireh pulled my jeans off. Not once
was I free to move or try and get away.
I loved it.
Vines slithered up my body and thorns pushed out of
them, snagging on my T-shirt and underwear. They pulled in
opposite directions, the tips lightly scratching my skin as the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]