Eliana by Evey Brett

body, he never tired of it. The beauty was deceptive. Except for the genitalia, Kon looked far more female than male, but his inner drive was entirely masculine.
    Dane pulled their toy box out from beneath the bed and dug through for a blindfold. He gave Kon a peck on the forehead before covering his eyes. Blinding Kon was the best way to get him to clear his mind and focus on the physical.
    “You’ll feel only what I want you to feel. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Dane found a pair of earplugs and gently inserted them into Kon’s ears. Then he took out his coil of silk rope and proceeded to wrap it around Kon. He used a karada tie to create an elegant diamond pattern, one that went down Kon’s front, around his cock, and up his back. Dane found peace in turning Kon’s body into a work of art. Kon calmed as the bonds tightened. Tension left his muscles, leaving him limp and malleable.
    Dane said nothing, not wanting to ruin the spell. Once Kon was trussed and lying on his back on the bed, knees bent but wide, Dane stripped and moved the chair so he had a good view of Kon’s exposed cock. He sank down, already erect from the effect the rope had on his lover.
    His demon stirred. Dane gasped as the familiar feral heat filled him, merging with his mind and tripling the arousal he already felt. The demon was hungry, wanting to feed now , but Kon needed time to relax and truly descend into the soothing, meditative state. Soon.
    Little by little Kon’s breathing evened out. Only then did Dane touch him, starting with gentle kisses between the rope diamonds. Kon didn’t outwardly respond, but being robbed of sight and sound left him far more aware of touch.
    Dane lightly nipped Kon’s nipple. There . Kon squirmed. Continuing downward, Dane licked and sucked Kon’s belly, running his tongue beneath the ropes, pausing to swirl it around Kon’s navel. Kon’s breathing quickened. A moan escaped his lips.
    Bad boy. He knows I don’t like him to make noise until I let him . Dane slapped his ass cheek, which only served to elicit another moan.
    Now he’s playing with me.
    The only real punishment was withdrawing his contact altogether. He pulled back, gratified to see the shiver that ran through Kon. There would be no begging, no pleading. Kon would lie there waiting until Dane deemed him worthy of attention.
    Dane gave him five minutes, each ticking second punctuated by the blood pounding within his veins. Yet the waiting itself nourished the demon. Kon loved being helpless and vulnerable. Dane had made him so—all in the name of pleasure.
    When the time was up, Dane didn’t bother with gentleness. He went straight for the cock which had been taunting him. Kon choked off a groan. Dane ran his tongue around the head, tickling the tip.
    Better . Pleased that his lover had learned his lesson, Dane tapped him on the throat, the signal which gave Kon permission to vocalize. He rather enjoyed this part. He licked and sucked. Kon squirmed and swore in Spanish, German, French, and a couple of others.
    There was no need to penetrate him in order to reach climax. Watching that handsome, pale flesh contract within its bonds, seeing that body twitch and pulse as orgasm hit drove Dane to the brink. His cock tightened, and he had just enough time to get into place and spend himself on Kon’s belly.
    Dane’s demon lapped up the energy. Once it was sated, it retreated, leaving Dane feeling oddly empty. Only when Kon stopped twitching did Dane loosen the ropes and cradle him in his arms. Dane removed the blindfold and earplugs. Kon’s eyes were closed. The lines of strain had vanished, but Dane could tell he was still deeply unhappy.
    Dane pulled a blanket around him, then picked up the scattered papers and replaced them in the manila envelope. He was tempted to shred or burn them to erase them from Kon’s life.
    Except they were Kon’s life, and destroying them wouldn’t change Kon’s past. He settled for putting them on the