Bound by Desire

This short is dedicated to Grace and Nikki, without whom James would never have received the love he deserves or have grown into the man you
will find within. Thank you, ladies, for your faith in me and in my
characters.

S
ETH
STOOD
beside the car as James sneered at the wheelchair in front of him. He understood why Seth insisted on the chair, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. No, the fact he would be tired from the long trip didn’t help his disposition in the least, nor did the long walk from area to area in the airport.

“James, it will not bite, and I don’t want you overtaxed when we arrive at our destination. Now.” Seth’s voice took on the commanding tone James loved, though he still had trouble admitting that outside his head.

Grumbling, he levered himself from the car and into the chair. James settled his crutches across his lap and watched as Seth collected their luggage. One of Seth’s newer assistants, Tyrell, stepped behind James, unlocked the wheels, and followed beside Seth as they moved inside. Once they were through the ticket area and had dropped off their luggage, Tyrell bid them a pleasant trip and walked toward the front as Seth stepped behind James and began pushing.

“I
can
walk, Seth.”

“I am well aware of that, pet, but we’ve had this discussion, and I will not put up with you continuing to fight me.”

James fidgeted in the chair a moment but then settled and kept quiet. He didn’t want to fight with Seth; he just hated the reminder of his limitations. “Sorry, love.”

“Thank you, baby. Now,” Seth breathed against his ear, “I want you to think about what I have planned for when we arrive at the hotel tonight.”

A soft whimper slipped out before James thought to control his reaction. “You mean…?”

“Yes, James, you will get to finish this time.” The dark promise in Seth’s deep voice had him rock hard and wanting, again. Not that he hadn’t been in a constant state of arousal for the last five days. James liked the denial games Seth had started with him a couple of months ago, but he didn’t usually make James go so long, nor did he generally tease and torment him quite so thoroughly. They still had sex every day throughout the denial, but the only one allowed to finish was Seth.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I plan to make you work for it. Now, be a good boy and let’s head to the plane.”

“Still not sure why we’re flying somewhere for the weekend. Or why we’re doing so on a commercial flight.”

Seth nipped his ear. “Shh…. You fuss when I spoil you, now you complain when I do things your way? Be good, baby, and I promise, you will enjoy the weekend.” He started pushing the wheelchair again. James bit his tongue and fought to calm his want and his breathing. God, he loved this man.

H
OURS
LATER
—he’d dozed during the flight in the reclining first-class seat—James was wide awake, hard, and wanting Seth so severely he couldn’t manage to focus on the hotel suite he was now in. They had arrived, and once they’d eaten, settled into their rooms. Knowing Seth was the one who’d set up their plans, the thought flitted through the back of his head that he ought to take a moment to soak it all in, but then Seth tugged his crutches from his hands, moving them away.

James stood in the bedroom, next to the king-sized bed, confused. Seth never took his sticks away from him, knowing he couldn’t walk without them. “Um, Seth?”

“Center of the bed, naked, and on your knees, baby. Let me set this stuff down, and I will be right back.”

Unsure what Seth was up to, James slowly stripped, placing each item in a neat pile to the side. Again glancing toward his lover, James considered not cooperating, but only for a moment. Shrugging, he climbed onto the bed, settled himself on his knees in the middle of it, and sat back on his heels. Once comfortable, resting his hands on his thighs the way Seth liked, he considered what Seth had been doing to and with him lately. It was still weird for him, all the control Seth preferred, but James had come to terms with how much he loved that about his fiancé.

He watched Seth pace around the room, moving this, rearranging that, feeling more and more turned on. All Seth needed to do was exist and James got hard, especially during extended denial.

Seth looked at James and smiled. “Love how well you do that, baby. Now, tease and stroke yourself while I finish getting things ready. I want you aching and unable to think,” he added, his grin turning feral.

A whimper escaped at the thought of what Seth might be planning. Deciding to move forward with Seth’s request, James wrapped his hand around his cock, pulling in long, slow strokes, squeezing and twisting just the way he liked. With his other hand, he tweaked and toyed with his nipples. He knew how much Seth loved watching him do so. He didn’t enjoy pain, but the tiny shocks were one thing he loved, whether it was Seth doing it to him or him doing so for Seth’s pleasure. Of course, he’d found less and less he wouldn’t do for Seth the longer they were together.

His eyes slid closed as the pleasure built, his need and desire for his lover, his fiancé, growing every moment, with every touch. As need coiled at the base of his spine, James moaned and thrust into his hand, hoping Seth would hurry up and join him. As good as this felt, he wanted, needed, Seth’s hands, mouth, body, more than his next breath.

Just as he thought he might lose the fight and come, Seth barked, “Stop.”

James let go of himself, panting as he fought the drive to continue, to finish. Focusing on Seth instead of his body, he finally calmed, but the frustration riding him was worse than it had ever been. But then, Seth had never played this game with him for so long before, either.

“So beautiful, baby,” Seth praised, melting James a little more. He leaned forward and kissed James on the lips, soft as a whisper.

Seth set a closed box on the nightstand before sitting next to where James kneeled on the bed. “You please me so much like this.” He shifted, lifting the top of the box and rummaging around within it a moment before he withdrew a tightly bound bundle of what appeared to be indigo rope. “I have a few things I would like to do to you before we proceed, but you must give me your consent, James.”

James knew Seth loved to tie him up, though he was always careful not to overtax James’s joints. It was usually with ribbon or scarves, though, so he was a little concerned as he looked over the rope. He watched, his mind still hazy, as Seth used one end of the rope to tease along his length, the silky material sending a shiver down his spine to wind its way around his already significant need. “Mmm…. Please, Sir.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Whatever you want to do is good, but please….”

“I love how much trust you give me, James. You make me so happy,” Seth added, caressing James’s cheek.

“Love you, Seth.”

Seth immediately set about shifting James how he wanted, an action that still baffled James at times. Once satisfied, he untied the deep indigo silk rope that reminded James of the ribbon he usually used and began a series of intricate loops and cross patterns down his chest and abdomen.

James was confused when Seth retrieved another item from the box. Seth wasn’t done with the rope—not with his hands still free. He stared at the items as Seth held them up. Cuffs? James looked from them to Seth and back, his thoughts tangled, feeling a little intimidated. “Um….”

“These are padded so as to not injure, and I won’t be using them in a way that will harm your joints.” Seth leaned in, brushing his lips against James’s ear, and breathed, “Pleasure only, baby.” He pulled back with a wicked smile and held them up. Each padded cuff had little rings on the front and back, and they were in that deep indigo color Seth always loved against James’s pale skin.

Unsure how Seth wanted his arms, but inexplicably excited by the thought of being completely at his lover’s mercy, James held out his wrists. “Then I want you to use them too.”

“Thank you.” Seth quickly put the cuffs in place. He raised each hand, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin around the restraints before moving James’s arms so they folded behind him, and then clipped the cuffs together. “That’s not too much on your shoulders, is it?”

James flexed and shifted, but it was no different than holding his hands behind his back, so he shook his head, not meeting Seth’s eyes. Seth never demanded that level of submission, but James often found himself driven to give that to his love. He truly craved Seth’s power and love and knew, just as with calling him “Sir,” it made Seth even crazier for him. In addition, it just felt “right.”

Seemingly satisfied, Seth continued the soft praises as he worked to bind the rope around James’s arms, the pattern intricate. As Seth moved lower, he retrieved a thinner, shorter version of the rope he had been using. Seth stroked James’s cock from base to tip a few times, pulling groans and whimpers from James, ones he would have been embarrassed not that long ago to have made but right then couldn’t make himself care about. With his other hand, Seth teased and tugged lightly at James’s sac, driving his need higher and making him squirm, though he fought to be still.

“I do love the sounds you make, pet. So beautiful, just like the rest of you.” Seth continued to tease a few more moments, but then stopped, releasing James’s painfully hard cock as he panted with the effort to not come. He knew he wasn’t to do that until Seth commanded it, but after all the denial and teasing over the last few days, he wasn’t certain how much longer he could hold back.

After James calmed some, Seth began an even more intricate series of knots with the smaller rope, binding his cock and balls tightly. He’d used a cock ring many times in the last few months, but this was very different and, oddly, served to make him even more desperate to please Seth. The odd ladder pattern was snug against his flesh and he watched himself swell a bit more, the binding standing out even further from his sensitive and needy dick.

By the time Seth was done, James knelt in the center of the huge bed, whimpering, ready to do anything to get Seth to move forward and fill him. To do that, Seth would have to remove the plug James had been instructed to put in on the plane. James squirmed, hoping Seth would hurry, even as he knew that wouldn’t happen.

Seth took his time teasing, licking, nibbling, and touching him everywhere. He was so sensitized, even the lightest of brushes on his sides or thighs had him fighting for control and moaning nonstop. Before long, the only sounds he could make were whimpers, groans, and the occasional begging for
more
,
please
, and
can’t
.

When Seth nipped his ear and gave a dark chuckle, James nearly lost his hold and came. It took a moment for his sex-addled brain to catch up with the fact Seth no longer touched him and stood beside the bed. “Sir?”

“Patience, James,” Seth murmured. He carefully removed his long-sleeved dress shirt and the tight undershirt beneath, revealing his strong chest and arms for James’s hungry gaze. He kicked off his shoes, removing one sock at a time, driving James crazy in the process. He knew the sex and orgasm to come would be better for all the denial and teasing, but he didn’t care right then. No, he wanted Seth.
Now
. Next went the belt and then the buttons and zipper for the dark slacks Seth wore, but before they slid down to reveal anything more than the black band of the boxer-briefs Seth wore, he stopped.

“We need to talk before I continue.”

James fought his need for Seth’s pleasure to focus on Seth and what he’d said. He knew everything would stop if he didn’t. “Y-yes?”

“This is important, James.” Seth voice was firm, the tone pulling James’s attention away from his desire for his lover. “I have something I want to give you before we continue. You will get your release either way, do not fear that, but….”

“Seth? What’s wrong?” The odd look in Seth’s eyes confused him. There seemed to be worry mixed with love and desire, but it was the worry that froze him.