When they disappeared through the door and securely closed it behind them, Ethan turned to Trey.
“You know I’m never a sub, Trey. Why didn’t you tell her that?”
“I think you might be surprised by what you can be.”
Trey opened the door that led to the main dungeon. He expected Jace to be all decked out in leather with a spiked collar and a black hood over his face, but nope, he looked like regular old Jace—blue jeans, white T-shirt, black motorcycle boots, and a single black leather cuff on his left wrist. He smiled a welcome at Trey, but it vanished when Ethan stepped into the room behind him.
“I thought you were bringing Reagan,” Jace said.
“I did. I also brought Ethan.”
Jace nodded at Ethan. “So how does this work?”
“Aggie’s preparing Reagan to dominate,” Trey said.
“Both of you?” Jace asked.
“And you too,” Trey teased.
Jace grinned. “Not likely.”
Jace moved to a series of buttons in a panel on the wall and pressed one. A mechanical grinding sound drew Trey’s attention to the ceiling. A long, heavy, wooden beam suspended by chains lowered until it was at shoulder level.
“Take your shirts off,” Jace said. “Once you’re bound, you aren’t going anywhere for a while.” Jace opened a cabinet built into the wall. Trey caught a glimpse of ropes, chains, harnesses, collars, and cuffs. He wished he had more time to play with Ethan before Reagan joined them. He was in the mood to take a dominant role.
Trey reached for the hem of Ethan’s shirt and pulled the garment off over his lover’s head. He caught his nipple between his teeth and flicked the flesh with his tongue.
“Who should I start with?” Jace asked.
“I’ll help you with Ethan,” Trey offered, not even bothering to conceal his ornery grin.
“How much do you plan on struggling, Ethan?” Jace asked as if he were asking him what size shoe he wore.
“I’ve never been bound. I don’t know.”
Jace glanced at Trey. “How’s his self-control?”
“What self-control?”
Jace nodded and handed Trey a set of wide wrist cuffs. “I don’t think Aggie will push this too far in your first session, but we’ll go with these.”
Trey secured a cuff to each of Ethan’s wrists. They extended halfway up his forearms and reminded Trey of gauntlets. Made Ethan look almost barbaric and infinitely sexy. Jace showed Trey how to attach the cuffs to the wooden beam which had large holes drilled through it.
“Lift your arm out to the side,” Jace instructed.
When Ethan complied, he hooked the chain to Ethan’s wrist cuff and threaded the chain through the hole nearest his wrist. Jace showed Trey how to secure the chain on the back side of the wooden beam. He put a carabiner clip through a chain link to prevent it from being drawn back through the hole and then took the length of chain to wrap around Ethan’s hard-muscled arm several times.
“That’s mostly for looks,” Jace explained as he secured the end of chain through a hole under Ethan’s armpit. “The cuff will hold him. The chain just makes it look more impressive.”
“I’m impressed. You look sexy, Ethan,” Trey said, making a mental list of all the things he wanted to do to the man’s hard body.
“Is anything pinching?” Jace asked Ethan.
Ethan looked down the length of his right arm. He gave his restraint a hard tug, but it scarcely had a centimeter of give in it. “Surprisingly, no. The chain is a little cold, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Trey, you restrain his other arm while I find something for you.”
The second Jace’s back was turned, Ethan grabbed Trey by the back of the neck with his free arm and pulled him against him. “Do you like me like this?” he asked, his voice low and soothing. “At your mercy?”
Trey laughed. “I think I’m the one at your mercy right now.”
Ethan tilted his head and captured Trey’s mouth in a plundering kiss. Trey opened his mouth to Ethan’s possession, kissing him back as hard as he was receiving. Ethan tugged his mouth away, his hand sliding from the nape of Trey’s neck down his back so he could draw him against him.
“Trey,” Jace said somewhere behind him. “You’re supposed to be securing his arm, not making out with him.”
“Right,” he agreed breathlessly.
Ethan allowed Trey to fasten a chain to his free arm, stood still while he threaded it through a hole in the beam, and made no protest as he clipped on a carabiner to secure the chain. Trey couldn’t help but run appreciative hands over Ethan’s bulging biceps as he wrapped the chain around his arm. He secured the free end of the chain and took a step back to admire masculine perfection. He wanted to suck and lick and nibble every inch of the man’s body. Wanted to give him so much pleasure that he begged for pain. It wasn’t to be. Jace fastened a narrow cuff around Trey’s wrist and tugged him to stand against the wooden beam next to Ethan.
“Take off your shirt, Trey.”
He complied and tossed it across the room.
“You’re restraining us side-by-side?” Trey asked.
“I could put you back-to-back, but I figured you’d rather watch what’s happening to each other in the mirror this first time. See each other’s reactions.”
Trey focused on the mirror they faced. His gaze roamed Ethan’s muscled torso and eventually met his eyes.
“Jace, you’re a flipping genius.”
“I just see the way you look at him. You’re still very visual in your attraction to him. You haven’t been together long, have you?”
Trey did like to look at Ethan, but he was attracted to much more than his handsome face and perfect body. Looks worked for this though, since they couldn’t touch each other.
“Not long, no,” Ethan said.
“Watch the mirror throughout the session,” Jace advised. “You’ll learn a lot about each other.”
Trey chuckled. “Like I have to be told to watch Ethan.”
“Next time you should consider hoods. Then you’ll be able to tune into each other on a different level. Especially since sound is so important to Trey.”
Amazing how much Jace talked when he was advising on his favorite hobby. Bondage.
“Are you ready for us?” Aggie asked through a crack in the door.
“Just a minute,” Jace said.
He fastened Trey’s other cuff, hooked a chain to it, and threaded it through a hole on the wooden beam. He drew it out through another hole and fastened it to Trey’s other cuff. Unlike Ethan, Trey had several inches of play in his chains.