By the time I got there, he already had his shirt off, and he had his back to me, unzipping his fly.
The muscles in his back looked like they belonged on a billboard, and when he bent to pull his socks off…I turned away to the closet to get the bag.
I turned around again, bag in hand, and he was stretched out on my bed, completely nude, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. His arms lay spread out to the sides.
Waiting to be restrained. The bag handles felt slippery in my sweaty hand, and I couldn't quite catch a full breath.
When I took them out, the straps and cuffs looked just as gorgeous here in my room as they had in the store, the leather gleaming, the sigils elegant and sinuous.
The whole contraption weighed heavily in my hands, as if the magic infused into it gave it a mass and solidity the visible components didn't possess.
"That looks expensive as hell," Colin commented. "Nothing but the best for your research, huh?"
Nothing but the best for you.
