THIS KIND OF HUG ...

LIAM

I am deranged, bridled with lust.

I push rain on the table, cuffing his hands and legs on the attached restraints.

"Do you have to do this?" he clicks the chains when he tries to move. "I am a willing participant."

I can't think straight. Not with the way he is dressed or the way he is laid up on that take, restricted and ready for me to do what I want.

"Are you scared yet?"

"You told me that you won't kill me," he says even though I can hear his racing heartbeat. "So don't."

With the way his ankles are chained, his thighs are supposed to be wide open for me to see what I want. But he has his legs bent, trying to hide and close them.

I part them and he tries to struggle, to keep them closed. "Don't struggle."

I part them and finally, his legs fall open, spreading. There is a wide hole in his meshed pants, giving me a direct view of his balls, the little pink hole, his dick barely held.