Chapter 122

Their bed itself stretched out large enough for lots of heroic muscles, was luxurious but firm, and had a nice intricately carved headboard with lots of darkly swirling loops. Those were always nice to tie Colby’s wrists to. Not right now, though. Other plans. This scenario. And the loops and swirls got excited right along with him.

Jason crossed to the light switch, flipped it on. The evening wasn’t that dark yet—sunset was busy echoing the rainbow in streaks of light across the hills outside—but this was part of the scene. Besides, he wanted to see Colby. “I need to look at you. All over. We’re going to have to remove your clothing.”

“Oh, yes, please,” Colby said. “I mean, yes, of course. That makes sense.” He moved a hand; Jason stopped him with, “No. I’ll do it.”

“Ah. Yes. I’m not meant to move.”