“Stand. I want you to sit on the couch with me.” Zane offered his hand.
Albeit tentatively, Ford cooperated. He rose and followed the Master to the oversized leather sofa. For the first time since he’d entered Zane’s private space, he glanced around. Instead of the stark look of T’s room, this one was decorated in rich burgundys and navys. A couple floor lamps provided light. The standard bondage bed and a mattress on a platform completed the otherwise lush look.
“We need to talk. Please sit.” Zane’s words forced Ford to look at him. “Were you happy with T?”
Ford eased down beside Zane, not touching the larger man. Should he answer honestly? Might as well. “I enjoyed our time together.”
But I’d rather he’d have been you. Oh shit. He couldn’t admit that.
Ford allowed himself to ogle Zane. Full muscle in every part of his body, his arms were both sleeved in tattoos and a thick leather X crisscrossed his sculpted chest. A barbell decorated his right nipple. His leather pants molded around his strong legs.
For the first time since Ford had come to Desire, he looked Zane in the face. Scruff darkened his thin cheeks and dark lashes ringed his eyes. His black hair stood in spikes and twin earrings dangled from his left ear. He didn’t have telltale smile lines around his mouth. Didn’t the man grin at anything? Ford doubted Zane could be sad with all of the sexy men and women at his disposal.
Zane’s brown eyes narrowed, and the crinkles formed at his brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you enjoyed being with T.” He trailed his fingers down Ford’s cheek. “He claims you get off on name calling and degradation. I don’t buy that. I can see you getting off on the power shift, but not the other. You seem too timid—in a good way—for that harsh of treatment.”
Ford pressed his lips together to keep from gawking. In less than a minute, Zane had read him well. “You’re correct, Sir.”
“I want to start there. I’ve watched you in action. I know what you like and don’t like, but I want to hear you tell me your boundaries.”
"No needles or blood. I’m squeamish. Don’t choke me or abuse me. I can take pain, and I’ll use my safe word when I get to my limits.” Ford held his head high. “I enjoy the paddle, being restrained and sucking cock.”
“Very good.” Zane curled his fingers beneath Ford’s chin. “What’s your safe word?”
“Nice.” Zane nodded. “Since T has seen fit to toss you back into the submissive pool, I’m stepping in. You’re mine. Do you wish to play?”
All of Ford’s desires and fantasies were coming true. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to part with T, but if he could spend time with Zane, then perfect. Ford wished he’d worn appropriate clothing for a scene, but who cared. He didn’t. Time to channel his sorrow into something sexy.
Ford placed the still full beer bottle on the
floor, folded his hands and bowed his head.
“Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”
"I love how we have the adrenaline junky Ford paired with Zane who is determined and more than willing to give Ford an experience he will never forget. The connection between these two really kept me reading. The BDSM added another dimension to the story that was the icing on a really yummy cake. I always love how Ms. Slayer makes me love her characters. I never want the stories to end and this one is no exception. If you are like me and love a great love story with a little bit of edge to it, I highly recommend Tied to Desire." Rated 5 Shooting Stars by Redz at Redz World