Bound to Bait

Guiovani dove neatly into the pool and stroked hard, reaching a retreating Ryan as he touched the lip of the pool at the shallow end, where he trapped Ryan’s diminutive body up against the wall of the pool. As he held a writhing Ryan against the poolside with the weight of his torso, he got ropes tied around the young man’s ankles and to rings on either side of where they were standing, which stretched Ryan’s legs out wide to either side. Then he reached over and tied Ryan’s wrists together above his head.

Ryan was crying out and otherwise objecting, but he quieted down when Guiovani laughed and pointed out that there was no one within a mile to hear them. Ryan had wondered why he’d encountered no servants in the house, but now he knew why.

“I’m sorry I can’t provide any proper seduction,” Guiovani whispered in Ryan’s ear when he had him trussed up, his heaving belly on the warmth of the terrazzo surface of the decking surrounding the pool, “but you are just too luscious. I can’t wait longer.”

After that he had only waited long enough to roll Ryan’s slim hips up and tongued his hole to open him up, and then he was hunched over Ryan’s back and fucking him deep as Ryan whimpered and sobbed.

“It’s done now,” he murmured in Ryan’s ear afterward, as his chest pressed into Ryan’s back. “It can’t be undone. Think of the important deal your father needs to negotiate with me and think about where the money comes from to keep you and send you to that private school. I want you again already. But not here. Inside. You aren’t going to fight me, are you? There’s no going back.”

“Guido isn’t coming this weekend, is he?” Ryan asked through his sobs.