RANSOM
“I thought you were leaving early,” I said to Jasper when he walked into my villa an hour later than we’d originally planned.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. Talon called me to do a physical and final sign-off on the new possession, Jones.”
“Don’t apologize.” I hadn’t been accusing him, simply stating fact. “I thought I’d cook.”
Jasper turned into my arms when I walked up to him, finding his mouth with my own.
I’d come to enjoy this time of day, when we both came back here, settling in for the evening. It was our time, just the two of us, the way it used to be. Only back then, we would generally meet at a motel when we sought privacy because there’d been no other choices.
“How’d he do?” I asked. “Jones pass?”
“With flying colors. All his blood work came back, too. He’s clean as a whistle.” He smiled, stepping back when I did. “I guess that’s good because he’s already owned.”
I headed to the refrigerator to retrieve the steaks I’d appropriated from the resort’s kitchen. “By who?”
“Um…”
Meat in hand, I went to the counter, set it on the cutting board to season it.
“Don’t tell me Talon took another one,” I teased.
“Actually … this one is … uh… He belongs to Braelyn.”
My head snapped around. “My sister?”
Jasper nodded, looking not at all at ease with my reaction.
I considered it for a minute, then found myself smiling. “What d’ya know.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Should I be?” I shrugged. “I probably should’ve figured it out myself. She’s been keeping close tabs on him since his arrival. I knew it bothered her that he’d been abandoned.” I grinned over at him. “Plus, he’s rather pleasing to the eye.”
Jasper frowned, which made me laugh.
“Not as pleasing as you are, though. Plus, I seriously doubt it’s like that between her and him. My sister might like Talon, but I doubt she’s comfortable with all his play toys. Probably wants Jones to do her laundry or something.” I nodded toward the living area. “Do me a favor. There’s something on the coffee table. Could you bring it here?”
Turning back to food prep, I listened to Jasper’s footsteps, the soft but unmistakable inhale when he reached the coffee table.
When he returned, I didn’t look his way. “I’m actually going to cook these on the grill.”
“There isn’t a… Oh.”
I grinned, wrapping the steaks in foil and retrieving the vegetable kabobs I’d put together.
“Nice night for a swim,” I said casually, gesturing for him to lead the way.
Jasper was right, there was not a grill here at the villa, but there was a rather impressive setup by the private pool. I’d already gone to check it out, pleased to find that it was fully stocked, likely managed by the possessions.
I could practically feel Jasper vibrating as he carried the rope I’d found in one of the storage rooms where they kept a variety of interesting toys and tools. I’d purposely left him to wonder what I would be using it for. More fun that way.
“Strip,” I instructed as I set the food on the work counter and turned on the propane grill.
He hesitated, his eyes scanning our surroundings. There was no one out here, so he must’ve felt comfortable since he set the rope down to do as I instructed.
Because I knew Jasper needed attention, I continued to glance over, ensuring he saw me watching as he stripped out of his scrubs, setting them neatly on one of the lounge chairs.
Earlier in the day, when the plan had come to me, I’d instructed two possessions to reposition some of the seating out here, having the tantric chair moved closer to the outdoor kitchen. I figured it would be a pleasant place for Jasper to recline while I worked.
I pointed to it now. “Relax.”
While the grill heated, I went back to the villa, retrieving glasses and a pitcher of tea. Once he was tied down, I wouldn’t leave his side—for safety reasons, obviously—so I figured it was best to get everything I needed now.
When I returned, I found Jasper had gotten comfortable on the chair, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was relaxed. His muscles were tense, his cock already hard. It was nice to see his excitement. I hadn’t tied him up since that first night, but I’d thought about it endlessly. Now that we were back on even ground, settling into a rather comfortable routine as though we hadn’t lost nine years of our lives due to stupidity on both our parts, I figured there was no better time than now to add some spice to our lives.
When the grill was at the right temperature, I laid the steaks out on the grates, closed the lid.
Now it was time for the fun part.
I took my time getting him strapped down, utilizing the various hooks located on the bottom edge of the chair. Criss-crossing the rope, I ensured it was tight enough to tantalize but not so tight as to cut off circulation. Because the rope was coarse, I played around with options, changing it up. All the while, Jasper remained perfectly still with the exception of his rapidly expanding chest.
When I was finished, I stepped back, admired my handiwork. “You look good like that.”
I left him momentarily, heading back to the grill. Not so much because I needed to but to let him stew for a few minutes, getting used to the coarse fibers that restrained his arms, legs, hips, ankles. I’d pulled one length across his groin, which coincidentally brushed on his cock with every breath he took.
“I thought I smelled something cooking out here,” Gideon said as he appeared, strolling toward me with two possessions trailing behind him, one of which was Cody.
“Nice night for a cookout,” I told him.
Gideon’s eyes snagged on Jasper and he took a moment to admire.
“Very nice,” he said with a soft whistle. “You’re rather skilled.”
“I’ve been practicing,” I lied, wanting Jasper to hear my teasing tone.
“Mind if we hang out here for a while?” Gideon asked.
“Have at it.”
“You two,” Gideon commanded the possessions, “strip, then in the water.”
I watched Jasper as his eyes followed the three of them. I could sense some of his tension, figured he was wondering if I would invite those possessions to join us. I liked the idea of him thinking about it, although I had no desire to invite anyone to play with us. I’d heard Jasper loud and clear, and I would not violate his trust in me. Plus, I happened to enjoy the one-on-one we had between us.
“I didn’t realize there was a party.”
I turned to see Zion walking toward us. He was wearing a pair of shorts while Micah walked two steps behind, already naked.
“The more the merrier,” I told him. “Although, I didn’t bring enough for everyone.”
“No worries. We ate early. It’s time for dessert.” Zion’s gaze shifted to Micah, who was sporting some serious wood. “Grab a float.”
Micah headed over to a nearby storage room, came back carrying a silver float big enough to hold one person.
Zion didn’t hesitate, dropping his shorts and taking the steps down into the water.
*
Jasper
Nervous.
That was what I was.
I could feel my lungs working harder as my breathing grew more labored. It had started the moment I’d found the rope and grown increasingly more rapid since then.
Now, as the others played in the pool, I kept my attention divided between them and Ransom, who was still manning the grill. Every so often, he would look my way as though admiring me. It only heated my blood more, had my cock thickening until it was damn near painful. No thanks to the coarse fibers brushing against sensitive skin.
He’d told me to relax, but there was no way that was happening. Not when my brain was working double time in an attempt to figure out what his plan for me was. Deep down inside, I knew he had no intention of inviting anyone to join us, but convincing my imagination was another story. It added to the torture, the anxiety.
“Just a few more minutes,” Ransom said when he walked over, smiling down at me. “Are you hungry?”
I wasn’t. Not anymore. But I still answered with a nod of my head, because I would eat if he wanted me to. Hell, I would do anything this man wanted me to.
“They’re watching you,” he said, glancing at those in the pool. “I think they’re jealous of my rope bunny.”
My chest swelled with an unnamed emotion. He used to tease me about that, long ago. I’d always found pleasure in how he said it, so much amusement in his tone. This was the Ransom I had fallen in love with so long ago, the man I’d remembered, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with now. I trusted him, knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically, not emotionally. Not on purpose, anyway.
“I like you like this,” Ransom said, his eyes heating. “At my mercy.”
He left me with those words ringing in my ears.
The next half hour, Ransom alternated between feeding me and teasing me, while he ate and casually chatted with Zion and Gideon, as though it was perfectly normal. They discussed various things, mostly work. They told stories, about previous possessions, current ones, even about how they’d come to be here. Had it not been for my anxiety levels ratcheting up with every passing second, I probably would’ve learned a lot.
The conversation lulled, and it took a few minutes before I realized the interactions in the swimming pool had turned more … erotic. Zion was still relaxing on the float, but Micah was now between his legs, servicing him with his mouth. On the other end, Gideon was directing Cody and the other possession while they stroked and sucked one another, performing for his pleasure.
It was difficult not to watch because of the eroticism of it, but my attention continued to shift back to Ransom while I waited to see what he was going to do with me.
He finally came over after putting the empty plates on the counter near the grill.
His eyes were hooded, his mouth lax. He looked good. Relaxed.
But he also looked hungry.
To my surprise, he untied me, but I should’ve known he wasn’t finished. Rather than go back to the privacy of his villa, Ransom continued to prove how creative he was with those ropes. He had me prop myself on the curved end of the tantric chair, my head hanging over, legs straddling the chair, feet firmly on the ground. He then proceeded to tie my hands to my ankles.
“Comfortable?” he asked, smacking my ass.
“Yes, Titan.”
I couldn’t see anything except for the chair. But I could hear the noises, grunts, groans, moans.
The chair shifted slightly, then I saw one of Ransom’s feet. He was straddling the chair behind me. His location registered seconds before I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. Then his warm breath followed by his tongue.
I moaned loudly when he rimmed me.
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done that. The pleasure … absolutely unparalleled. His skilled tongue teased my hole, brought to life sensitive nerve endings. He worked me for long minutes, tongue-fucking me then using his fingers, alternating until I thought I might lose my mind.
Every now and then, he would grab my cock, pulling it backwards as he tugged roughly. It made me moan louder, the stimulation more than I expected. But it was when I heard the click that I knew what was coming. He’d opened a tube of lubricant he produced out of midair apparently. When his fingers returned, they were slick, sliding inside me with ease. He fucked me like that for several more minutes, massaging my prostate and making my groans intensify until I was sure everyone over at the resort could hear me. I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me.
I got my wish, and while I’d hoped for it, I wasn’t at all prepared when Ransom stood suddenly and drove into my ass in one punishing thrust. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he sank all the way in.
Then the real torture came as he retreated inch by inch only to push back in.
It. Was. Unbelievable.
I’d never had anyone do that, filling my ass with excruciating patience, as though it was his job. In, out. Over and over. Minute by minute, long, deep strokes. So. Fucking. Slow.
My balls had drawn up tight to my body, my climax just out of reach. I figured Ransom knew that, which was why he never hurried.
When I thought he would get tired, he just continued. In, out.
“Titan, please,” I groaned.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Please just fuck me.”
Begging didn’t work as he continued with the brutal pace, his cock sliding in, retreating.
“Please, Titan,” I whimpered. “I need…” In, out. So fucking slow. “I need you, Titan. Fuck me, please.”
And then he did.
I thought the slow and deep was torture. I could hardly breathe from the overwhelming chaos his jarring thrusts caused. My ass was sore from the constant friction, but I was desperate for release.
“Do. Not. Come,” he bit out.
I cried out then bit my lip in an attempt to stop myself. I don’t know how I succeeded, but I did.
For about a minute.
When Ransom drilled me hard enough to shift the chair, I knew I was done for.
But when he barked my name and came in my ass, I completely lost it, my body betraying my command.
I came so hard I was pretty sure my vision dimmed.
It was absolutely perfect.