Carrick let Russell's hands roam over his chest for a long moment, then leaned down to kiss the other man deeply. He sat up, straddling Russell's hips, and slowly, almost teasingly, started to unbutton his shirt. Once the garment was loose, he moved aside, a tiny, dark smile lifting one corner of his mouth.
"So you want to be tied down. Bound helpless, spread wide open for me... "
From a drawer he removed four long hanks of rope, woven of thick black silk.His cool fingers stroked over Russ' wrists . "To be taken any way I want."
Carrick met Russ' gaze for a long moment, his fingertips tracing the veins on the inside of Russ' writs, before he began to tie and loop the rope in a complicated design, creating handcuffs. He slowly drew his lover down the bed a little and repositioned Russ' arms so that they were spread wide, raised slightly above his head. He fastened each cuff to a separate bedpost, then moved back to straddle Russ' hips once more.
"I like to watch you writhe and strain under me," he murmured. "You have so much power, so much strength." He leaned down for another deep, ravenous kiss. "And tonight, it's all mine."