Page 31 of Wicked (Dark Delights #5)

Isaac

For a few days, life was simple. Isaac no longer woke with the dawn and trained at HQ.

Because the demons of the Rink were nocturnal, their humans also kept to a more night-focused schedule.

Isaac now woke around noon, always with Shadrach wrapped around him like an octopus.

More than once, he woke with Shadrach’s hands or mouth on him.

Their lazy mornings eventually led them to the Rink, where the Sentinels began integrating him into their routine.

Sometimes they worked PI cases for human clients, and at night, they patrolled and hunted demons.

None of it paid well—the patrolling paid nothing, in fact—but it gave them a purpose.

The day his new clothes were delivered, he dragged the boxes into the bedroom and opened everything up.

Shadrach ordered him more things than he’d owned at his old apartment.

He didn’t think this many clothes would have even fit in the closet there.

But here, Shadrach had two huge wardrobes and even a walk-in closet.

Or at least that’s what he assumed the extra doors in the bedroom were .

But when he went to one of the doors, his arms laden with clean clothes, Shadrach suddenly appeared in front of him.

“What are you doing, killer?”

Isaac blinked in surprise. “Hanging up my stuff? Did you want me to put it somewhere else?”

Shadrach tilted his head curiously, then pointed at another door on the other side of the bed. “That’s the closet.”

Isaac glanced at it, then at the door behind Shadrach. “Then what’s in this one?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with right now.” He curled his fingers around Isaac’s shoulder to guide him away, but Isaac remained rooted to the spot.

“Shadrach,” he said firmly.

“I’m just not sure you’re ready for that.”

Awareness buzzed down his spine. “Ready for what? What’s in there?” An image of chains and blood danced behind his eyes. Was this where Shadrach hid the bodies? Was this where he’d planned to bring Sloan or Maxwell, if Isaac had given him permission to grab them?

Lips descended on his, and deft hands dragged the pile of clothing from his arms and tossed them carelessly to the bed with the rest. Isaac opened his mouth, indulging in the taste of Shadrach’s coffee and tobacco flavor.

“I don’t think it’s quite as grim as you’re imagining, but I like where your head is at,” Shadrach purred. “I’ll show you, on one condition.”

There was nothing he would deny Shadrach. The perfect clarity of the realization hit him like a bat to the stomach, stalling his breath.

“What condition?” he croaked .

Shadrach gave him a predatory smile. “You let me use something on you. Maybe a few somethings.”

Isaac opened his mouth to ask more questions—would he like it, would it hurt, would he stop if Isaac hated it—but he already knew the answers. He trusted Shadrach implicitly, and those questions weren’t needed.

“Okay.”

Shadrach reached behind him and opened the door, then stepped aside for Isaac to enter.

The room was far different than the warm tones of the rest of the apartment.

The walls were painted black, and the lights were sparse.

Around the room, there were various contraptions with metal and padding.

In some places around the room, ropes hung from the ceiling.

Mirrors lined one wall, and a black, wooden chest stood up against it.

“What… is all this?”

Shadrach curled around him, the bulge in his trousers fitting against Isaac’s bottom. He caught a glimpse of their figures in the mirror, the stark lines of their bodies pressed together. Shadrach wore a shark-like grin, his nose grazing Isaac’s ear.

“Look closer,” he purred.

Isaac looked again. The contraptions were shaped in such a way that he could picture a human body resting on them. There were soft straps in strategic places—places where they would hold legs apart, hold wrists out of the way, hold heads still.

A slow shiver went down his body, and Shadrach chuckled.

“Was that a good reaction or a bad one?”

“I… don’t know.” His eyes caught on a giant, black X standing in the corner. There were straps on the top and bo ttom—for wrists and ankles. Another looked like a padded table with raised, curved pieces that might be for calves. There was a chair with a hole in the seat. “This is, uh, a lot.”

“I feel the need to add that everything is sanitized and well cared for. And even if it weren’t, you can’t catch anything with my blood in your system.”

Isaac’s brows rose. “Good to know. On both counts.”

Shadrach’s hand slipped down his stomach to palm him through his brand new jeans, and his cock gave a very interested jerk. “I think somebody likes what he sees.”

Did he? Was he interested in this kind of thing? He couldn’t deny there was a certain appeal.

“Where did you even get all of this stuff?”

“I bought some of it online. And some I had custom-made.”

Isaac believed that. He didn’t know what some of this stuff even did , but he imagined it was all very expensive and top-of-the-line.

“I’ve been living with you for almost a week. Why haven’t you mentioned this room?” Why did his voice sound so hoarse?

“We were dealing with enough. There was no hurry. I only fucked you for the first time four nights ago, and you were untouched before that. Your whole world had been turned upside-down. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with anything. All of this stuff is meant to be fun.”

Teeth pinched his shoulder for a moment, and a groan left him.

“Very, very fun,” Shadrach said darkly.

He moved away from Isaac and went to the black chest against the mirrored wall.

He dug around in it for a moment, and the sound of clattering metal and rattling chains made Isaac’s cock twitch again.

When Shadrach turned around, he had a pair of velcro straps and a black, metal bar, about two and a half feet wide.

“Go get on the bed,” Shadrach said.

Isaac backed toward the door, his gaze sweeping the room one last time. “This is a sex dungeon. You have a literal sex dungeon.”

“I do. I’m very old, you see. I like to indulge.”

“What does that thing do?” Isaac asked as they emerged in the carefully bland and warm aesthetic of the rest of the apartment.

It all seemed like a ruse now, the pretty luxe decor hiding the black heart that lurked within.

He gathered the stacks of new clothes and set them in the cardboard boxes they’d been delivered in, leaving it all in a stack on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“This,” Shadrach raised the bar and straps together as Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, “is a spreader bar. It can go between your feet or your hands.”

A bolt of heat shot down his spine, and Shadrach didn’t miss the way it darkened his expression.

“You like?”

“I think so, yeah.”

Shadrach laid the bar on the bed beside him. “Undress yourself, then.”

Isaac obeyed, his heart thumping rapidly as he shucked off the shirt and peeled the jeans and boxer briefs down together.

Shadrach stood right in front of him, not helping at all, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of freckled skin that was revealed.

When he was completely naked, Shadrach carefully attached each strap to Isaac’s wrists, watching intently for any signs of discomfort.

Nerves fluttered in Isaac’s stomach, but there was no reluctance lurking within him.

In fact, this was exciting. He would be bound.

He would be at Shadrach’s mercy. That, he’d learned, came with incredible sensations.

Shadrach turned him around to attach the bar behind his back.

The D-rings were positioned in such a way that he could still twist his wrists, allowing the bar to be lifted over his head and brought to the front without having to remove it and reposition.

Shadrach guided the bar over his head and down to his lower back.

Their eyes met, and heat billowed through Isaac.

His demon was still fully clothed while Isaac was naked and bound.

He never would have expected to call this freeing , but he’d never felt more raw, more real, more unapologetically himself .

Without warning, Shadrach spun him around and shoved him down face-first onto the bed, tugging on the bar to keep his arms taut. Isaac barely managed to turn his head so the blanket wasn’t suffocating him when Shadrach’s tongue speared into him.

Isaac moaned, digging his knees into the mattress and canting his hips back.

Shadrach licked and sucked like a starving man, low snarls vibrating from his mouth to Isaac’s ass like he’d been hanging on by a thread this whole time and finally unleashed the beast within.

His fingers dug divots into Isaac’s hips and thighs, thumbs spreading him open wide.

Isaac couldn’t think past the hot, wet heat of Shadrach’s mouth on his most intimate places.

Crazed animal sounds spilled from his mouth, his hands clenching into useless fists, because there was nothing for him to grab onto.

He struggled against the bar, flexing his shoulders, but Shadrach’s grip was like steel, keeping his arms locked at his lower back .

When he was rock hard and thrusting back and forth, his cock heavy and bobbing between his legs, Shadrach lifted his head, pressing one hand flat between Isaac’s shoulder blades to make sure he kept his upper body against the mattress.

“Stay just like this,” he rasped, biting Isaac’s right cheek and soothing it with a lick. “Keep your ass in the air. I’m coming right back to it.”

Isaac barely groaned. The bar was warm against his lower back now. He shifted his weight just a bit, and the strap rings rattled slightly against the bar. The sound of the bedside table opening caught his attention, and he turned his head to glimpse Shadrach at the edge of the bed.