Bound

“I have decided to free you.”

They’d shared a table to eat dinner, but so far no words had been exchanged.

Nic took his time in laying aside his napkin and picking up his glass of wine before sitting back and fixing her with a direct gaze.

Carly waited, not trusting his impassive look.

He took a long swallow of wine and then watched the wineglass as he set it carefully beside his empty plate.

Carly was not fooled by his supposed indifference, so she waited.

“The condition?” he finally asked, looking at her once more.

She smiled. Right to the point. “I would prefer you stay. Possibly of your own volition?” A pause, but then she continued knowing there would be no declaration from him. “The very things I admire in you are a product of your freedom. Caging you has taken something from you, and I wish to return it by setting you free.”

He took a deep breath, his chest filling and drawing her eye. “On what condition?” he repeated.

Carly sipped her own wine and then set it aside, leaning her elbows onto the table. “A simple task.”

His eyes were downcast and thoughtful. She understood that he was coming to know her, and would know that she wouldn’t ask for something mundane.

“I have acquired a new…companion.” She used the word loosely. “And I would require you to be with him. He may be reluctant to assume his new role.”

Nic’s eyes were on hers now, studying her. “Acquired?”

She shrugged one shoulder, her expression not changing.

“Legally?”

A smirk of a smile was all she allowed, “It is legal on some worlds.”

He nodded.

She decided to give him more details. It couldn’t hurt, and it could help. “He is a prisoner, a convict. I purchased him with the stipulation that he was to never go free. A menace to society is what they called him.”

“So what do you need me for?”

A slight cocking of her head as she thought. “I would require you to be with him.”

Nic’s brows slowly came together as he stared at her. “You want me to fuck him?” His tone showed how unexpected her request was.

“As well as other things.”

His head drew back and for a moment she thought he might become angry. But then he drew his hand over his head and rubbed at his forehead. “Why? Why would you want that?”

Carly smiled, quite used to the reaction of disbelief. She enjoyed seeing men together. Having two such specimens, it was impossible to miss the chance to see them together. Hard muscular bodies sweating and straining on one another? Why wouldn’t she want that?

“It has always been one of my turn-on’s. Some don’t understand it, but you know how I like see your body.” She paused, letting him remember their sessions together and how she’d worshipped him. “To have another glorious body against yours would be a living fantasy.”

He sighed heavily, but she saw the acceptance in his eyes, in his expression. He would do it, even if there was to be some convincing first.

“And this guy is willing?”

She smiled, forcing herself not to giggle at the easy victory, “I’m assuming his history of correctional institutions would have exposed him to such activities, but I have not asked his permission.”

Another sigh and then he surprised her with his next question. “Why would you want him if he’s so dangerous?”

Carly nodded, considering the implications of the question. Had Nic come to care for her in some way? She smiled, letting her eyes travel down his mostly bare form, “For the same reasons I wanted you. He is beautiful.”

She stood, dropping her napkin on the table. A hand out to him as she came around the table, “Come. Let me show you.”

He stood, a graceful move, but all his moves were graceful. He did not take her hand though.

Down hallways, Nic looked around him several times and then finally asked, “You’ve had to increase the security.”

“This man must never go free. Compared to his life in slam he’ll be treated like royalty.”

“Or an investment,” Nic murmured, his voice rough.

Two guards stood just inside the next hallway. They released the lock, it needing to be released from both sides before opening. Down to the only doorway and then she and Nic were facing a large figure chained to the far wall. Arms down to his sides, legs together, thick bands crossing his body at eight inch intervals starting at his ankles and repeating right up to his neck. His head hung down, not from unconsciousness, but by choice. He wore a pair of white cotton shorts, just as something to cover his nakedness. The bright lights played over his well-defined physique, shadows highlighting his chest, shoulders, arms, stomach.

Carly watched Nic assess the new man. Their bodies were remarkably similar in build and she knew Nic would appreciate that.

“Is he conscious?”

Carly didn’t have to respond. The prisoner lifted his head at hearing the question. Jaw hard, but otherwise he was expressionless. His eyes remained closed against the bright lights.

“Hey, you got a name?” Nic asked.

The prisoner cocked his head, a move that made him look thoughtful. “Riddick.”