Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Need more distractions.
He cleared his throat. “So, um… Taekwondo…. How’d you get involved with it?”
Kai hooked his finger through a loop and pulled the rope through. “I was introduced to it by my grandfather when I was young.”
Breck quirked a brow. “Your grandfather’s Korean?”
“No, Japanese, but he spent time in Korea during the occupation.”
“World War II?”
“Yep. Discovered Taekwondo while he was there.” Kai smiled warmly. “He discovered my grandmother there as well.”
“Ah. So she’s Korean.”
“Correct.” Kai reached between Breck’s legs again. Breck bit his lip. “He brought her back with him after the end of the war.” Kai fastened a knot against Breck’s inside ankle. “But all the while, he kept studying Taekwondo. Later, after my mom was grown, they moved to California, where he opened up his own dojang and started a business.”
Kai paused to test the tension of the binds. Straightened the ropes that ran so close to Breck’s groin. Breck’s dick kicked at the feel of Kai’s fingers. Kai rechecked the knot, then relocated to Breck’s other side. “I spent a lot of time at that dojang. Every day after school while my mom was at work.” Unwinding another bundle, he did the same to Breck’s opposite leg. “Spent more time there than I did my own home. When I got older, I worked as one of his assistants. I loved it. The teaching. So, I decided that’s what I wanted to do with my life.”
He grazed Breck’s inner thigh again. Breck swallowed. “I bet he’s proud of you… Not just a great teacher, but an incredible fighter.”
“Yeah,” Kai murmured, securing the final knot. “Hana wa sakuragi, hito wa bushi.”
Breck looked at him, really wishing he knew Japanese.
“My grandfather’s motto,” Kai smiled, “Of flowers, the cherry blossom; of men, the warrior.”
Breck stared at him blankly.
Kai chuckled. “As the cherry blossom is considered foremost among flowers, so the warrior is foremost among men.”
“Ah.” Breck nodded, finally understanding. “And you subscribe to that philosophy, too?”
“If the warrior is well-balanced, yes. If he’s not, absolutely no.”
Kai did another quick tension check, then smoothed out the ropes so they all rested flat.
God, Breck loved the feel of those fingers.
“At any rate, I’d planned to take over his business after college… but then I moved to New York and Granddad sold it to someone else. So later, after moving down here, I decided to open up a dojang myself. Which meant working two jobs for a couple of years, but I finally saved enough money to buy this place.”
“Two jobs,” Breck mused. “Not much time left for a social life.”
Kai shrugged. “I was new here. Didn’t have a lot of friends. Made it easier to stay focused on my goals.” Securing a final knot, he straightened. “You can sit down fully now.”
Breck shifted down off of the balls of his feet. “Done?”
“Almost.” Kai stood. “One last section to go.”
He strode to the coffee table and grabbed the remaining bundle of rope. Breck shifted in his binds, surveying his body’s current state. Kai’s frog tie made his immobility feel a million times more pronounced. He was completely fixed in this position. How could Kai possibly plan to restrain him more?
Kai eased down behind him, all nice and close. “Gonna rope your pelvis now,” he murmured, “so sit tight and relax.”
— SEVENTEEN —
Breck shivered, goosebumps flaring to life, Kai’s breath against his neck like some sensuous caress. But then his words abruptly registered in Breck’s brain. Kai was going to tie his pelvis? Oh, Jesus. He tensed, even as his dick twitched in eager anticipation.
Just the thought of Kai’s hands down there made him hornier than hell.
More sounds of rope unwinding, then Kai reached around Breck’s body with both hands from behind. His left grabbed the folded rope from his right. Breck closed his eyes, the feel of Kai’s arms around him like a flesh-and-blood aphrodisiac. How did this man get him going so worked up from just the slightest fucking contact?
The contact was gone just as quickly as it’d come. Kai pulled the rope across Breck’s hips, then rejoined both ends at the small of his back. Breck could feel him feeding one side through the loop, then pulling things snugger in a downward yank near the base of his spine.
Subtle tugs came next, as if Kai were fashioning a part of the rope away from Breck’s body. Breck tried to stay relaxed. A heartbeat later, Kai slid that rope underneath his ass. Breck tensed at the unexpected contact, Kai’s hand brushing his perineum as he fed the cord to Breck’s front. Tingles flared, exciting his junk. His boner kicked.
Kai moved around front and grabbed the rope from between Breck’s legs. “Gonna pull this snug now.” His tone had gone lower, his timbre sultry. And then that hemp cord started drawing taut. Breck swallowed as it made like a G-string and burrowed into his ass crack—but then an even more unexpected sensation arrived. That of a knot. One that had evidently been fashioned into that G-string and now was pressing against his hole. Breck clenched with a curse before he could stop himself. As Kai pulled the rope snugger, a second knot pressed against his taint, behind his balls. The double stimulation was something Breck hadn’t been prepared for. A moan slipped free as his hips canted in response.