Chapter 64

“Tie

me,” Phiz whispered.

“What?”

“Please.

Just with the belt. I won’t struggle. I just…like the feel of it.”

Bryan

grabbed his belt from the floor and climbed onto the bed. The buckle jingled in

the cool, quiet air. He grasped the belt length-wise, with a foot or so between

his hands. Then he began to run the leather up Phiz’s back, like sliding a

harness towards a horse’s head.

Phiz

whimpered and his whole body shuddered.

Bryan

reached the headboard and Phiz’s clasped hands. He wound the belt around Phiz’s

wrists a couple of times, making sure to catch the headboard’s frame inside the

circle of leather. Then he fastened the buckle on its tightest setting and sat

back on his heels.

“Oh,”

was all Phiz said, but the sound was like a sigh, a bubble of pure ecstasy. His

whole body stilled.

The

belt wasn’t restrictive at all—in fact, Phiz could probably have slipped his

hands out from the noose. But it encircled them snugly and reinforced his grip.