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Would he come again?

Probably.

The ropes seemed to trigger something inside him. Who the fuck was he trying to fool? It was Hawk that triggered something inside him—the ropes just added to the fantasies he’d been creating since the first night they’d met.

Should he jack off? Maybe that would help? How much longer would Hawk be upstairs working before he was ready for him? What if he called for him right when he finished up and he wouldn’t be able to get hard again? At the moment, he was rock hard—his cock begging for a touch…just not by his own hand. His cock wanted Hawk to do the touching.

“You ready, Atlas?” Hawk called, looking over the railing at him.

So much for releasing the overwhelming horniness controlling his every thought and movement. “Sure! I’ll be right up. Let me dry off.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

A few minutes later, Atlas was back on the third level, cock hard, and his robe doing very little to hide the fact. Too late to worry about it. He was in for the long haul. Rope play was about to happen, whether he was prepared or not. “So, what’s up with this one? You might have me a bit worried. You made it sound pretty intense.”

“Worried or intrigued?” Hawk questioned, a serious expression on his face. “Be honest. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This is art. Ambrose is going to fuck himself when he sees the work we’ve already done.”

Atlas thought about it for a few seconds and answered, “Worriedandintrigued.” That was him being completely honest.

“Fair enough. This pose will be more explicit. I’ll explain it to you first and you can shut it down if it seems too much or we can give it a try.” Atlas nodded in agreement. “Okay, you’ll be on the center of the bed, on all fours. The ropes will be around your wrists, come up around your throat, but not tight at all. The two ends will go down the center of your back, between your ass cheeks, around your thighs, and then finish up at your ankles. It’s very intricate work, will take at least an hour, and when I’m finished, your, uh, hole will be very exposed. The way the ropes work once they are all tied together, when you move your ankles, the two ropes in your crease will open you up.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit. There’s no lying. That’s intimidating.” Atlas said as he tried to picture the final result in his mind. To be honest, he couldn’t even work out the details of what Hawk had just explained. Atlas laughed nervously. “You seem to know your way around the ropes.”

“It’s my other superpower. Control and ropes. A few others that I hope you learn about when our business relationship ends.”

Annndddd, that was all it took. Atlas was one-hundred percent in. “Yeah, me too. Okay, I can do this. Don’t laugh at me, though.”

“Laugh at you? There’s nothing funny about this pose. It’s one of the most erotic Shibari scenes ever created. I’m only hoping that I’m capable of doing my part of the job without crossing boundaries.”

“I don’t have any boundaries.” Atlas quipped before he could stop himself.

“Yes, you do and so do I.” Hawk answered, being the reasonable one. “If I get this right, this will be prime real estate for Ambrose’s new club. Everything’s ready, just waiting on the art for the walls. With your body and my skill, we are going to rock his world.”

Atlas climbed onto the bed, positioning himself in the center on all fours, just as Hawk had told him. Funny, he wasn’t at all embarrassed by his nudity—not like before. If anything, he felt confident. Hawk had dropped him a bread crumb with his boundaries comment and Atlas, by damn, was going to gobble it up.

So, Hawk went to work, doing exactly what he had described. The ropes were soft yet firm, restricting but somehow gave Atlas a feeling of freedom. When Hawk carefully worked the two nylon ropes between his ass cheeks, Atlas actually felt like he was having an out of body experience. His body felt like it was soaring. With Hawk’s first touch with the rope, his skin had burned. Then chills had set in as Hawk continued to work. But with each passing moment, his body simply warmed to the perfect temperature. His mind cleared. Atlas wanted to open his eyes, wanted to see how he looked and the look on Hawk’s face as he worked the ropes, but his eyes were too heavy. For some strange reason, he felt more relaxed now than he had in the hot tub earlier. Everything was simply perfect. Atlas knew it wasn’t possible, but he never wanted Hawk to stop winding the ropes around him. If he had his way, he would stay locked in Hawk’s loft until the man didn’t want to play with him anymore.

CHAPTER THREE

“Honey! I’m home! You better have something good to show me!” Ambrose’s booming voice caused Atlas to bolt straight up and scream.

What the fuck? Where was he? He wasn’t tied up. No pretty ropes. No warm feeling throughout his body. Well, he was warm but not in that same fabulous cocoon as before. Atlas looked around the room. He was untied and laying on the bed. Hawk sat in a chair next to him, holding a bottle of water. As soon as he saw Atlas’ eyes open, he opened the bottle and reached for him. “Here. Drink slowly and take deep breaths.”

Turning away, Hawk yelled to tell Ambrose to wait for him downstairs—not to come up. After that, all his attention was back to Atlas. “Slow sips.”

“What the fuck happened? Did I have some sort of panic attack and ruin the shoot? Please tell me I didn’t. I’m so sorry. I knew I would fuck it up.”

Hawk grinned. “My dear boy, you far from fucked it up. The photos will be fabulous. It’s just…well, I’ve never witnessed anybody go into subspace just from being tied. I’m going to be honest, it was the sexiest, most erotic, most satisfying experience I’ve ever had in my life, and it didn’t even happen to me. Fuck, you were beautiful.”

“Sub-subspace?” Atlas asked, confusion all over his face. “What in the hell is that and how do I do it again?”

Hawk laughed a low husky laugh that was much more sensual than humorous. “Lots of people play the scene andneverreach subspace. I’m not sure I have the words to describe it properly, but I’ll try. It’s a natural chemical high. It affects the person mentally and emotionally—calms everything by balancing the chemistry in your brain and calming your state of mind. It’s different for everyone. Some people feel very strong effects, like you did. Others have only mild effects. Both are good but yours is definitely the best. Hotter than hell.”

“I’m getting bored down here by my little lonesome, boys!! Come down and play with me or at least show me some photos that will knock me on my ass!” Ambrose yelled.

“Pour yourself a drink, get in the hot tub, and shut the fuck up!” Hawk called back with a grin. To Atlas he said, “Don’t worry about him. He’s such a fucking push-over unless he’s in total Dom mode.” Hawk brushed Atlas’ hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. “You’re special, Atlas. I hope you might consider going to the opening of Ambrose’s new club and seeing BDSM in action. I think you might enjoy the lifestyle.” Hawk gave Atlas a grin that could only be described as a bit shy. “I also hoped you might enjoy my company—when the job is over, of course.”

Atlas basked in the warmth that flowed rampantly through his body as Hawk’s words sunk in.

“Pouring myself a drink and getting in the hot tub but I’m not shutting up!” Ambrose yelled back. “Show me what you did today!”

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