Page 82 of Too Many Beds
She snorted. “Not in the way you might have thought when I first approached, but my father thinks I have an instinctive sense for recognising arseholes. My husband would not be happy if he thought you were insinuating I wanted to play with you.”
“I was just checking, not insinuating anything. I swear.” He did not want to get into trouble with angry husbands when he hadn’t done anything to deserve an altercation.
“And you’re such a sweet thing for doing so. You would have had ample opportunity to have got up to no good in those secret passages and you were a complete gentleman. My father will be happy to hear so.”
“That sounds as if you do not encounter many gentlemen.”
“They are much rarer than you would think, and boundaries and respect are important at Crofton Hall.” She took his hand.“This way. And I would remind you that you are to save yourself for the lord of the manor.”
He wondered what she meant by that but all was revealed as she opened the door into a new room. “Have fun, but heed what I said.”
He entered the room, Missy waving him off as she left, chuckling to herself.
Evan blinked several times to ensure he wasn’t seeing things and drank in what was waiting for him. Tied to the bed was a glorious male specimen, naked and spread-eagled, each limb secured by red silk. Other ribbons wrapped around him in intricate patterns of knots and material crisscrossing his body, arranged to hide his modesty but there was not much left to the imagination. He was also blindfolded and gagged.
Evan’s fingers itched to touch, but he was also keen to ensure his new friend was aware of who was here to play, and that he was happy it was Evan and wasn’t expecting another visitor.
“I’m going to untie your gag for you to answer a couple of questions. I’ll put it back if I’m satisfied with the answers.” Evan removed the gag. “Who are you expecting?”
“Mr Evan Davidson,” he replied. He licked his lips. “Just so you know, I’m very much here of my own volition. But I am in desperate need of a hand, or at least one part of me is.”
Evan glanced down his body to his prominent bulge. “Oh, right.”
“My name’s George.”
The penny dropped. This was Jeremiah’s long-term male partner, Sir George Milton, who was said to be the one Jeremiah loved, beyond anyone, and the clue made sense now as he was the hall’s favourite knight. If George didn’t agree to someone being allowed to join in the games then that person wouldn’t be welcome. He was in his forties, hair starting to grey at his temples but his body was strong and lithe as any man Evan hadbeen with. The idea of being made part of a sandwich between George and Jeremiah made him want more than one night. But that wasn’t on offer. First Clive, now George, it was as if Jeremiah was showing off his collection.
“So you are the brave knight of Crofton Hall. I must admit I did wonder how I could help a suit of armour.”
George wriggled his hips, his cock straining the silk ribbons. “If you’re willing I’m in need of special care. I hope you’ve warm hands.”
“Fuck me,” Evan muttered, not sure what he’d done to deserve such a pleasure.
“Maybe another time. If Jeremiah is pleased with your performance.”
“I didn’t think you offered more than one night to someone outside your circle.” And even a few hours ago he wouldn’t have been interested but there was something about Crofton Hall and her people that made him think he would like to be a regular visitor.
“True. Now, put the gag back on and work your magic. I’m hard and desperate.”
He did as he was told and decided he wanted to savour the gift he’d been given. He danced his fingers across the patterns of the silk, loving the way George writhed under his touch. Judging from his muffled moans he was enjoying the attention. Evan’s own cock was hard and it was a delicious torment to know he could touch George, bring him his release but have to wait for his own reward.
The ribbon covering George’s cock could no longer contain him, Evan wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and guided it to freedom. His impressive cock stood proud from a dark thatch of curls and contrasted with the red silk. George keened as Evan began to pump him. He was a good length and had a nice girth and Evan would have liked to have done more than give hima hand job. For a moment he thought to use his mouth but he thought he would need to keep that pleasure for Jeremiah.
Evan squeezed his cock through his trousers, giving him just enough of a jolt to stop getting too excited. Watching George come undone as he stroked his cock was a tantalising treat. George’s hips began to buck and Evan sped up the pace. He knew how to pleasure a man in this fashion, and had enjoyed plenty of quick assignations in dark corners to know what to do. He changed the angle, gripped a little tighter and watched as George succumbed to his orgasm with spurts of pearly cum. Evan wiped his hand on the linens.
George’s breathing was ragged around his gag so Evan removed it and was greeted with a wide smile. “You have the most talented hands, Mr Davidson.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
George chuckled. “No, I’m in here for a while. You were a wonderful warm-up.”
He wondered who was coming next, and he felt a little jealous, wanting to kiss George, but he was sure that wouldn’t be allowed. “Should I go then?” He glanced around the room. “I don’t see another clue.”
“Head downstairs, have a drink and ready yourself. You won’t need to wait long.”
Evan did as he was told, although he didn’t want a break in proceedings. He wanted to find Jeremiah, fall to his knees and beg to be taken in any way Jeremiah deemed fit. He was hard from his interaction with George, which was on top of his encounter with Clive. Back in the great hall, the party was in full swing. Evan grabbed a glass of wine, downed it in one and collected another.
He scanned the other guests but couldn’t recognise anyone, and no one wore the plain masks of the players. Perhaps hehadn’t been good enough, and Jeremiah had decided not to extend his invitation.