Simply Irresistible by Kate Pearce Read Free Book Online

appreciation as the droplets slid over the captain’s muscular chest and stomach, caught on the hair on his chest and at his groin and pooled around his feet.
    â€œI wish I had a fountain like this in my garden at home,” Peter remarked.
    Although he no longer had a home, did he? Unless you counted his rooms over Howard and Sokorvsky Shipping, where he’d retired to lick his wounds a month or so ago.
    â€œMr. Howard!” Captain Ford spun around and almost dropped the bucket. “I thought you were Rob.”
    â€œI should hope not. He’s a little young for you.” Peter strolled forward and caught a droplet of water from Jason’s cheek on his fingertip and slowly sucked it into his mouth.
    â€œAye, too young, and far too interested in women to have any interest in an elderly sea captain like myself.”
    â€œElderly?” Peter studied his friend. “You are in your prime.”
    Jason held his gaze. “I am certainly fit enough to take whatever you wish to give me.” He hesitated. “If that is what you wish. I wouldn’t want to assume that—”
    Peter pressed his finger to Jason’s lips. “I am more than willing to use you, Captain. I still remember what you crave. Get down on your knees.”
    He waited as the captain complied, noticing that his cock was already hard and ready. Picking up the drying cloth Rob had left hanging on the chair, he started to rub Jason’s long hair and then moved lower, wiping the moisture from his shoulders and chest.
    â€œStand up.”
    Peter continued drying him, paying particular attention to his companion’s tight arse and the tops of his thighs and groin but avoiding his cock altogether. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit of Jason’s cock. Using the rough towel, Peter rubbed it off and then pretended to sigh as more drops emerged.
    â€œHow am I ever going to get you dry?” he murmured, snapping the towel over the crown again, making the captain breathe hard through his nose. “Go sit in your chair.”
    â€œAt the table?”
    â€œYes, where else?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “We are about to dine.”
    As Jason went to sit down, Peter crossed to the smaller of the sea chests pushed against the side of the bed. “Where’s the key?”
    â€œAround my neck.”
    â€œA wise decision, considering the scandalous contents. Give it to me.”
    He took the proffered key and returned to the red lacquered Oriental chest and opened it. He discovered what he needed in a black silk bag and turned back to the waiting captain.
    â€œPut your hands on the armrests and keep them there.” He loosened the cord on the bag and allowed the narrow silken ropes to slide out onto his palm. “Widen your legs.”
    He crouched in front of Jason and secured one of his ankles to the chair leg and then the other, using two separate ropes. Wrapping the rope around his shin and then behind each knee. “Lift your arse up an inch.” Jason did, and Peter wound the rope under each thigh twice and then brought the two ends together over his groin.
    â€œSit back down.”
    Jason tensed as Peter tied two more ropes to the ends of the others, doubling their length. Crossing the knotted ends under Jason’s balls, he brought them up and around his hips and over to the armrests, where he bound Jason’s wrists to the wood.
    â€œDo you like this?” Peter asked.
    Jason nodded, his gaze directed downward to his bound limbs, his whole torso shivering. The ropes now crossed above and below his cock and trapped his hands onto the arms of the chair.
    Peter crossed the silk cords over his lover’s chest, pinning him to the back of the chair, and then slowly pulled hard on both of the ropes, rather like tightening a corset, until Jason couldn’t move a muscle.
    â€œThat’s better.” With the last of the rope, Peter encircled Jason’s throat and