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Reluctantly, I draw my thumb free of his mouth, heading to the bed. When I return with my black and red cotton rope, he stands up a little taller on his knees. I run it through my gloved hands, letting the rope whisper against the leather.
“This should not hurt, but you may experience soreness,” I say. “If it does hurt, I want you to tell me, understand?”
He groans and nods, and that would be fine in some scenarios, but not this one.
“Words,” I say, harder.
“Y-yes,” he says.
“Good boy. My questions are not optional. I expect a response — a clear response spoken in clear words. There is no room for compromise on this point.”
“Yes,” he says. “Uh, sir?”
My eyebrow quirks, but I don’t dislike how that title sounds coming from him. “That will do fine. Extend your arms.”
He does so immediately, but he simply holds them out in front of himself. I have to turn his wrists over and draw them closer together myself to put him in the proper position.
“You will be securely restrained,” I say, “but if you ever want me to stop, you need only say so. Do you understand?”
I reward him, petting along his palms and kneading at his fingers, easing the tension from his hands before I actually go for the rope.
At first, I simply wrap the rope around his wrists, not pulling it tight or tying it off, just watching for his reaction. His eyes study my hands, study every movement, but he does not pull away or flinch, so I loop the rope around itself and between his wrists, finally cinching off the first knot.
Again, I pause, waiting for him to resist, to decide this is too extreme, to want out. But David simply kneels where I put him, his wrists bound and a long trail of rope extending from them to my hands.
“How does it feel?” I say. I need to be certain. I need to hear it.
“Good,” he says. “I-I think. I mean. Good, sir?”
I let myself smile just a little.
Boyfriend Café, Book 2
“Tie me up. Make me yours.”
Accidents don’t happen to me. I eliminate random chance with surgical precision, whether that’s in my role as the manager of the Boyfriend Café or my role in the bedroom.
Having an earnest, soft-eyed stranger show up one day is not part of my plans.
The university is sniffing around the café, and David says he wants to help hold them off. But why should I trust someone I’ve just met, someone who’s acting on pure intuition, someone who isn’t part of the road map?
David is smart, kind and earnest. When he looks at me with those big, soft eyes, it makes me want to discard all my careful calculations. But I don’t do spontaneous. My wealthy parents groomed me to be a perfect CEO, cold and calculating. So why do I want to throw out the rules for him?
I’ve heard rumors of a Boyfriend Café on campus that’s staffed by a bunch of queer students. And I’ve also heard that the university is breathing down their necks, threatening to shut them down.
I know I’m still pursuing my law degree, but I’m sure I can help – if they’ll just let me. Unfortunately, Albert literally slams his door in my face when I try.
I can’t bring myself to give up, no matter how ardently Albert wants to shut me out. This guy has major control issues, which really shouldn’t be a turn on, but here I am trying to get closer to Tall, Dark and Handsome despite every instinct telling me he has a closet full of ropes and handcuffs somewhere.
I’m supposed to be thinking about how to help him save the café, not what kinds of crazy toys he has stashed in his bedroom. Now if I could just stop imagining him in sexy leather gloves and me on my knees…
Pumpkin Spice and Chill is an MM grumpy/sunshine romance with a secret billionaire, a kind-hearted nerd, a closet full of “creative” toys, and spicy open door scenes. CWs available at linktr.ee/faraywrites.
F.A. Ray started writing as a child and never really stopped. They enjoy rock climbing and hiking in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, where they live with their partner and cat.
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