Chapter 9

“That’s it. You got it.” Clark’s touch never left Ellis’s skin as he moved between Ellis’s legs. “One more thing and we’re done with the hook-up.” Clark clasped Ellis’s bare foot and rubbed a thumb into the arch, and it felt so good, Ellis took a deep breath and tight muscles loosened.

“You’re going to bend your knees so I can secure the thigh cuff to the rings at your waist. That way you won’t have to worry about your legs. Slow and steady for me.” Clark nudged Ellis’s foot, guiding the knee toward Ellis’s chest.

Ellis moved obligingly, getting used to how his body twisted and swung with every motion. It was exactly like what he’d asked for in the bar, and better, as imagination just couldn’t compete with reality without gravity. He got the first leg bent, and Clark clipped the cuff to the ring at Ellis’s waist faster than Ellis could follow. The other leg went just as easily, and Ellis grinned when he flexed against the bindings. “Like a frog laid out on a lily pad,” he muttered.