He stiffened, eyes opening wide as he gave a vehement shake of his head. “No, she hasn’t. I don’t care what she…what…she…fuck…”

I rose up, hunching over him as I wrapped my fingers tightly around his throat, and he gripped my arm. The black paint on his thumbnail was chipped from how much he’d been obsessively chewing. I pressed myself between his legs, forcing them apart, watching the storm rage in those blue eyes.

“You don’t need to hide it from me,” I said as his throat bobbed with a gulp and his heart hammered against my palm. I’d told him that so many times, and doubtlessly, I’d tell him many more. “You’ve been having dirty, sinful, perverted thoughts about her, haven’t you? Tell me.”

He gave a jerky nod, and I squeezed the sides of his throat, growling out a warning, “Don’t move until I tell you.”

I retrieved a coil of rope from one of my hooks on the wall. The attic was both my bedroom and my studio. Whether I was making art with paints and canvas or flesh and blood, I had plenty of space to work. I grabbed a blindfold too, a red bandana that I tied over Jason’s eyes before I took my time tying him.

He relaxed as I moved him, binding the ropes around his arms and chest to secure his wrists behind his back. It was an intricate tie, but I wasn’t in a rush. With every knot, my fantasies delved a little deeper.

What I wouldn’t give to tie Jason and Jess at the same time, binding them until they could do nothing more than wiggle, then suspending them from the rafters to suffer for me.

“You’ve been thinking about her too.” Jason’s voice was muffled against the blankets, face down as I tightened a final knot. He tested the restraint, muscles tightening, grunting slightly when he strained against the rope.

“You’re right.” I squeezed his ass before I gave him a smack, smiling as the redness blossomed on his pale skin. “Want to hear what I’ve been thinking about?” He gave another nod, and I gripped his hair, pulling his head up from the bed. “Words, boy, use your words. Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, I want to hear what you’ve been thinking about.”

He sounded a little too snappy for my taste. I grabbed one of the pillows and placed it beneath his hips. He began to struggle again, but another smack stilled him before I gripped his ass and spread him. He gasped sharply when I buried my face between his cheeks. I stroked my tongue over his hole, rimming him until his thighs clenched and he was thrusting mindlessly into the pillow beneath him.

“Feeling a little more compliant?” I said.

“Yes, sir.” His fingers were curling and flexing with restless energy. “I want to hear what you’ve been thinking. Please.”

I loved hearing that desperation in his voice. I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, coating my finger and then spreading a generous amount on him.