The heavy iron deadbolt of the basement door clicked shut, locking out the quiet house above and the rest of the world along with it.
In the center of the concrete room, Dean was secured to the heavy steel frame. His ankles were locked flat into the cold, fur-lined steel cuffs Kellan had bought at the club, keeping his legs spread and anchored to the floor ring. His wrists were pulled high overhead, bound in thick leather cuffs fastened to an iron beam. Exposed, completely immobilized, and stripped down to his dark briefs, Dean’s breath hitched in fast, shallow gasps.
The air in the room was thick, warm, and charged with an intensity unlike any session they had shared before.
Kellan stood directly in front of him. He had removed his jacket and tie, rolling his dark shirt sleeves up past
