Caitlyn assisted Kelly occasionally, but mostly she just watched the master at work. Owen wondered what she must think of him. It was impossible to hide his arousal, seeing as he was buck naked. Did she realize how excited he was?
"This really is an art form," Caitlyn said. "He has a gorgeous body as it is, but the way you tie the ropes … It's as if you're tracing his lines to draw attention to his beauty."
"Hear that, Owen? She thinks you're a beauty," Kelly said.
Owen couldn't move if he'd wanted to. His arms were tied to his sides. Ropes crisscrossed from his thighs, up his back and over his shoulders to another rope that formed a diamond pattern across his chest. He might have been able to curl into a tighter fetal position, but the pommel at his belly was in the way.
"Should we tie his-?" Caitlyn asked.
"Do you want him to be in pain?" Kelly asked.
"No."
"Tie my what?" Owen said. The pair of them were standing behind him, and he couldn't see what they were plotting.
"Your cock and balls," Kelly said.
"No," Owen said, though it might prevent him from making a fool of himself from blowing his load too soon. God, he was turned on. He'd never in his life been more aware of his body.
"Okay, then," Kelly said, moving back to admire his handiwork. "That should keep him where you want him."
Every inch of Owen's heated flesh was trembling. He'd said he was game for anything, but restrained the way he was, with his ass so exposed and vulnerable, he wasn't sure if he was up for this. Well, yes, actually he was up for this. He was painfully up.
"Have you restrained many men?" Caitlyn asked Kelly.
Owen's trembling stopped as he strained his ears for Kelly's answer. "Just as favors," he said.
Who? Owen wondered. Kelly had never mentioned tying up men to him. Maybe he'd done it during his training. He'd shown Owen the ropes only after he'd mastered the art himself, but surely he would have told Owen if he'd done things with a man. He told Owen everything. Didn't he?
"When you have your partner at your mercy like this, take it slow," Kelly instructed.
"Right," Caitlyn said, as if Kelly were telling her how to sweep a floor or program her DVR.
"Tease him."
Owen squirmed. Just them talking about it as if he wasn't present was enough of a tease for him.
"Right. I like the look of his balls and cock swinging freely. I'm glad we decided not to restrain them too. Do you have your cock pierced?"
Kelly chuckled. "No."
"God, I just want to rub those two little balls. Kiss them. Suck them in my mouth. What else would feel nice?"
"Licking," Kelly said.
Oh God, stop talking and touch me or something. I can't stand this for much longer.
"He doesn't seem hard enough to me," Kelly said. "Owen?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you hard enough?"
He was about to split, he was so hard, but he shook his head slightly. "I could be harder."
"I thought so. When you take his cock in your hand," Kelly said to Caitlyn, "don't stroke him vigorously enough to make him come. Delay his orgasm until you've had enough. He doesn't get to come until you say so."
Owen groaned. He was going to have to have a serious talk with Kelly about having his back in these situations. The jerk was making this unbearable. Owen got the sinking sensation that Kelly was getting back at him for making his stint of abstinence as unbearable as possible.
A warm hand circled Owen's cock, completely robbing him of rational thought. Instinctually, he rocked his hips forward, unable to curtail the urge to thrust. He couldn't move more than a couple inches, but God, the woman had great hands. Owen shuddered in bliss. Her grip was firm, yet gentle. Just enough friction to drive him wild.
"See how loose my fist is?" Kelly said. "I'm barely skimming the surface."
Owen's breath stalled in his throat. That was Kelly's hand stroking him with perfection? Oh God. Don't let me come in his hand. Then he'll know how turned on I am by him. Owen closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the palm lightly stroking his flesh. Every time Kelly's hand skimmed over the jewelry in his piercing, his cock jerked with excitement, his balls tightened, and his body strained toward him.
"I'm not sure I get your technique," Caitlyn said. "I think I need further demonstration. Please, continue." Owen could hear the amusement in her tone. And somewhere outside the room he could hear a stranger's laughter and a woman's startled cry. He was so glad they'd found a private room. Owen let his head drop forward. Most of his view was hindered by the pommel he was draped over, but he could see Kelly's hand come into view each time he slowly stroked Owen's length.