“Put your hands behind the seat.”
“What?”
“Reach your hands behind the seat.”
“Why?” Eric’s slim, manicured hands appeared around his seat, and Steve clipped a handcuff on each wrist. A long chain stretched between the cuffs so that Eric could sit comfortably. “What are you doing?” Steve put a blindfold over Eric’s eyes and leaned over the seat to give him a searing kiss.
“This is part of your surprise.”
“I can’t see.”
“I know.” Steve walked around the car and climbed back into the driver’s seat. “I wanted it that way.”
“You tied me up.”
“Well, I would have stopped with the blindfold, but I was afraid you’d peek.” He pulled back onto the road. The cabin was only five miles away. The vision of Eric in the middle of those red satin sheets came back to haunt Steve. His groin tightened, and he glanced at Eric, noting that he too bore a conspicuous bulge in his pants, despite his protests.
Steve stopped the car in the driveway.
“Are we here? Are you going to untie me now?”
Steve leaned over and kissed Eric gently, a subtle tease of things to come.
“Not yet,” Steve whispered. Eric tried to lay claim to Steve’s mouth, but he pulled away. “I have to make sure the accommodations are to your liking.”
“You’re going to leave me here?” Eric twisted in the seat. “What if someone sees?”
“Don’t worry. The people here are used to handsome men sitting bound and blindfolded in cars.” Steve opened the trunk and pulled out all of the things he needed to make the cabin presentable. He opened Eric’s door so the breeze could blow through the car. “Besides, I thought I was being nice. I could open your fly and pull out your pretty cock so everyone can see how turned on you are.” Laughing, Steve hoisted his burdens and left Eric protesting in the car. |
