บท 114: Chapter 114

Taren fastened the ankle restraints along the base of the couch, then attached the wrist restraints. When he was done, Ian was stretched along the couch with very little wiggle room. As if to test exactly how much Ian could move around, Taren ran his fingers across the taut muscles of Ian’s abs. When Ian shuddered and tried unsuccessfully to twist away, Taren grinned and stepped to the end of the couch. A mere glance at Ian’s foot implied Taren might give Ian’s sole the same treatment and made him squirm even more.

Pierre pulled the rolling tray closer to the couch before sitting on a stool and rolled close. “Are you ready?” He spoke to Ian but turned and glanced at Taren.

Ian nodded and Taren said, “Yes,” in a soft voice.

Reaching across Ian’s chest, Pierre laid one of the shields over Ian’s nipple, so it covered his areola. Holding it in place, he placed a small pair of hemostats over Ian’s hardening bud and pinched them closed.