Unchained Thrall

Chapter 5

     The room was as dark and intimidating as ever. But it was comforting in a way. Now that Aidan had gotten more accustomed to the place, his first thought was to look for something at least vaguely familiar. A metallic gleam on one of the shelves caught his eye.

     More so did the item next to it, which looked similar in function, but was black and made out of leather. There were two sets on display.

     "Now, these I recognize."

     Cedric walked up behind Aidan, whose attention was glued to the shelf. He ran his fingers softly over Aidan's wrist.

     "Ah, good old handcuffs. You're right to get distracted by those."

     Aidan shivered at such a light touch, turning his head to look at the culprit.

     "It would be a shame to ignore them."

     As Cedric reached for both sets of leather cuffs, his chest pressed against Aidan's back. Both men went quiet. Getting confirmation of the close proximity they had to each other was making their breathing more manual.

     "I take it you want to try...?" Though he lingered for a moment, Cedric managed to take a step back.

     He walked to the bed's headboard, as Aidan merely nodded in response. He watched Cedric efficiently clasp each pair to their own bedpost. Sitting down on the bed, Cedric beckoned with his hand for Aidan to join him.

     "Come over here."

     A cocky grin spread across Aidan's lips, as he took a slow and short step closer to the bed.

     "...What if I don't?"

     "Come."

     He froze. Cedric's commanding voice was enough to make that happen. And now it was getting irritatingly tight in those pants of his.

     "Uh... yes, sir."

     Aidan crawled onto the mattress, letting Cedric pull his sweatshirt off.

     "Your shirt hides your form way too well." His hands moved down Aidan's body, tracing the ridges of his abs, before pushing him down onto the soft bed.

     "Mmh... well... I don't show off as much as you do."

     Cedric's fingers stopped short of Aidan's pants, as his eyes narrowed.

     "Am I being judged right now?"

     "Maybe. Uhm, I mean, I'm just calling you confident."

     "Hmm..."

     "You have good reason to be."

     Cedric found his attempts at back-pedaling amusing.

     "Alright, I suppose you saved it. Sort of."

     Though the words were meant to calm him, Aidan didn't get much time to breathe. Cedric harshly grabbed his shoulder, moving him onto his chest; the side of his face pressed against the pillows.

     Finally. That was all Aidan could think, as Cedric wrapped the black leather around each of his wrists. It was impossible not to want to try them—to pull his arms back and test their strength.

     "Like it?" Cedric spoke in a hushed tone, freeing himself of his turtleneck.

     "I... uh... yes..."

     The whole scenario was overwhelming to Aidan's senses. His inability to move properly. And the half-naked man on top of him, who was currently taking what looked like a whip from the shelf.