Thing was, Breck didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
He kept his mouth shut, though. Refused to do it. To make himself look desperate or—God help him—needy for more.
Kai reached for his ropes.
“Your students,” Breck blurted.
Kai paused. “Yes?”
So much for not looking desperate. Breck scrambled for a way to stall. “If their partners are tied up and can’t move, then… then how do they play together? It’d be completely one-sided.” Random question, but screw it. It bought him some time. And truth be told, he actually wanted to know.
Kai quirked a brow, as if surprised by his inquiry. “Any way they want to. That it’s one-sided is entirely the point. Although, I assure you,” his lips curved up rakishly, “both parties are most definitely having fun.”
His voice had dipped back to velvety.
Breck’s boner twitched. He wanted more specifics, but Kai obviously wasn’t volunteering them. God forbid the man make anything easy.
Inhale, exhale.
Breck tried from a different angle. “Okay. So if you’d just tied up your partner, how would you play?” Yes, he fucking went there. Go big or go home. Besides, now he craved another peek inside Kai’s mind. A chance to see the kind of things that turned him on.
Kai’s eyes glittered. Shit, that midnight gaze. Then his lips quirked. “The answer to that would be pretty involved.”
Breck tried to shrug. Not easy in his binds. “I’ve got time.”
“Hmm.” Kai looked entertained. “Thing is, to merely verbalize it wouldn’t suffice. It’s one of those cases where one has to experience it to fully understand.”
Breck stilled. Was Kai extending an invite?
Oh God, a part of him hoped so.
“Okay,” he accepted, like an impulsive fool. Not that Kai had actually offered. He quickly amended. “I mean… Fine, then show me.”
Kai lifted a brow.
Shit, maybe he was jumping the gun.
Screw it. He was rocking a fucking flagpole. It wasn’t like Kai hadn’t noticed and couldn’t do the math.
Thankfully, Kai’s overall expression seemed… pleased. With that subtle little smolder in his gaze and that impish quirk to his lips. He didn’t reply right away, though. Just canted his head again and studied Breck’s face. “So, what you’re saying is… you want me to demonstrate… on you?”
Ugh. Must he spell it out so bluntly? Breck feigned a casual shrug, bound and determined—no pun intended—not to be deterred. “Why not? Is there a reason I shouldn’t? It’s not like you’d torture me or anything, right?”
Kai tamped a laugh. “No, but for my kind of play…” He shook his head in amusement. “You’re not even at the level of a novice.”
Breck blinked, then frowned. What kind of shit was Kai into that he’d have to gauge a partner by their level of experience? Only one way to find out. Breck lifted his chin, his heartbeat racing. “Yeah, and? So is everyone, at first.”
Kai nodded. “This is true, but jeja…” He raked Breck’s bundled body with a desirous look. “I’d be teaching you a thing or two.”
Breck stiffened at his words. Such a simple statement—yet with such a mammoth effect, putting him back on the defense. Reminding him of past exchanges when Kai had called him that. Jeja. Which Breck had always interpreted as meaning, knowledge is power, and I have more. Something that, more often than not, he’d taken offense to. Kai wasn’t better than him. Breck was the king.
Problem was, now that he knew the guy a little better, another part of him didn’t feel so instinctively offended. Yeah, Kai was reminding him who the teacher was, but in fairness, he was well within his boundaries to emphasize that. After all, Breck had just admitted to being a rookie—and now was asking Kai to show him the ropes. Which literally translated to teaching him something. So now Kai was merely asserting that he wanted Breck to acknowledge that fact.
Besides, if Breck was being honest, he suspected that little nickname was also a kind of endearment. He’d never heard Kai use it on anyone else. And, God, the way he said it... All low and purry… That husky little timbre always went straight to Breck’s dick. In the past, he hadn’t wanted to admit that. It felt like a weakness. That one word like an arrow to his Achilles heel.
But now, as Breck considered it, he couldn’t help wondering. Maybe Kai had a thing for him—kind of like he had a thing for Kai; that part of him that felt the pull but didn’t want to fight it.
Steeling his resolve, Breck held Kai’s gaze. He’d accept his terms. A pretty small price, overall, for what those dark eyes were promising. His blood pumped hotter. “Understood,” he murmured. “I’m willing to learn.”
— EIGHTEEN —
Breck watched as Kai regarded him.
What was he thinking?
Would he actually bite?
Should Breck even want him to bite?
Probably not. But he did. Did that make him crazy? Kai had questionable motives, after all, and an even more questionable palate. Breck’s current state, all trussed-up like a Sunday roast, certainly bore testament to that.