Bound by Beau – One

Bound by Beau is Dual-POV and contains two adults crushing on each other hard. It also contains consensual rope-binding.

HAYDEN

Despite turning on the do not disturb option, my phone is going crazy. It’s touching something, so not only is the ringer loud as hell, the vibration sounds like a jet engine. At first, I want to ignore it, but I see Beau’s face and my heart lurches. He never calls. Ever. Swiping the answer button, I try to sound like I’m not hiding under the covers.

“Hello….”

“Oh finally, you answered. I need you.” Beau sounded out of sorts. He never sounded like this, so it had to be serious.

“What’s going on?” Flipping the covers off, blinding myself with bright early morning sunshine, I try to shake the mental cobwebs off.

“How fast can you get to my studio? I­­—” suddenly I can’t hear what he’s saying, like he placed the phone against his chest while speaking to others nearby.

“Sorry about that, I had a cancellation and you have the look I need for this photoshoot. Is there any chance you’ll come?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I’ve uh…” wrapping an arm around my knees, I fend off the dumb thoughts that start running through my mind as I try to come up with something I have to do today that can’t wait type of excuse.

“Please? I’d tell you I’m on my knees begging, but to be honest, I’m kicking everyone out of my studio so you don’t have to worry about being around people you don’t know.” I could hear bits and pieces of the voices from the people around them as they hustled to follow his request. And knowing Beau, it was a request, not an order.

Blinking rapidly to prevent the tears welling up from such a kindness, I unwrap myself and make the decision. “Let me shower and grab some coffee. Drop me a pin, I can’t quite remember the last few turns to your studio.”

“You got it. Thank you. I’ll do anything you want in return, plus pay you, of course.” The line went dead and a text came through with a map link.

“Well, fuck.” Taking a deep breath, holding it, and slowly let it escape, I slide out of bed. Turning some music on, and up, I hope to trick my body into releasing the anxiety.

Wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into, I get the coffee machine doing its job and do all the things as quickly as possible in a hot shower. When done, I glance at my phone again. Beau’s texting me instructions.

Loose clothing that won’t leave marks, no bra or underwear if possible, and no makeup.

I type a quick ‘okay’ back and look for the shapeless shift dress I bought but never wear in the back of my closet. It’s the only thing I can think of that wouldn’t leave marks. It’s black with floral print and has cute cut-outs in the sleeves. Slip-on flats are an easy pick, it’s all I wear.

Stopping in the kitchen, I add creamer, ice, and coffee into a travel mug. “Keys, phone, wallet, sunglasses, coffee…” I pause because I’m sure there’s something I’m forgetting.

I hit the power button to turn the coffeemaker off so the house doesn’t burn down and head out the door.

After the twisty-turny directions from the voice in my phone, I pull into the space next to Beau’s truck and park.

Closing my eyes and sipping my coffee, I listen to the last half of the song to build up my courage. Lighting a flame in my mind, I send all the worries and voices into it, letting them burn to ash and blow away. I hope they won’t come back, but they always do.

Beau needed me. He called ME. And when the guy you fantasize about on the regular calls asking for your help, what can you do other than push away all the emotional flip-flops and say yes? Grabbing my things, I get out of the car and head for the door. I have no idea what he has planned, but I’ll do my best to give him what he needs.

With one last quick and calming breath, I open the door and step inside. It has been a while since I was last here. That time was shortly after Beau bought the building. I’d tagged along with a group of his friends and we helped clean up and remodel. Just thinking about all the drywall dust made me sneeze.

“Bless you.” Beau was standing behind the desk where his secretary sat. Then it hit me. The feel of him.

Attempting to suppress the shiver didn’t quite work. The warmth from him enveloped me, pushing away the new anxieties trying to capture my attention. The voice in my head never shut up so fast before. I wish it was possible to bottle up Beau’s aura.

“Thank you,” I say, wondering what Beau has planned for this photoshoot. I step over to the desk and put my keys and phone on the counter.

“This place looks amazing. The changes you’ve made since the remodel just blew my mind,” I say, letting my gaze wander the open part of the studio. The neutral shades worked a calming magic on me.

Looking at Beau might be more than I can handle right now. The scent of him is alluring and he feels… so good. It’s like walking outside after a storm, feeling the sky clear and the sun peek through the clouds. That deep intake of breath filling your lungs with refreshing air.

I can’t help the happy sigh that escapes. I want to absorb enough of this feeling to take with me the rest of the day.

“I’m so glad you are able to come today. You have no idea how much it means to me,” Beau says, reaching out and taking my hand, squeezing gently, and then letting go.

“I’m glad I was available. What exactly do you need me to do?” The warmth of his touch lingered and I wished he hadn’t let go.

“Yes, let’s discuss that,” Beau says, his face flushing as he places a few documents in front of me on the counter. “We need to talk about today’s photoshoot.”

“Okay, I just want to do my best and please you,” I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel a rush of heat engulf me.

To distract myself and hopefully prevent Beau from seeing my embarrassment, I grab the papers and read over them.

“Take your time reading over the paperwork and don’t hesitate to ask me any questions,” Beau says, the tension cloying at me and I wonder if he feels it too. At first, the words don’t register on the papers I’m scanning.

Legalese. Okay, brain, work already. Non-disclosure agreement. Participation details. Consent form for rope binding. And the model release form. Wait. Consent for rope binding?

Beau squeezes the back of his neck and looks everywhere except at me. And I see the flush deepen on his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again, face expression shifting in thought as he discards one explanation after another.

“Uh, yeah,” Beau scratches his beard and finally looks me in the eyes.

Keeping a neutral, relaxed look on my face is becoming difficult as his face gets redder.

“The photoshoot for today is for a bondage website for their rope and rigging section.” He speaks so fast it takes a moment for me to catch everything.

Before he continues, I hold up my hand to stop him, asking “and you have experience binding someone with rope?”

A few beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and, forgoing speech, he simply nods.

“Okay,” I nod, then focus on reading the paperwork. Once I initial, sign, and fill out pertinent information regarding consent and safe words, I slide everything back to Beau. When he’s done signing, he makes copies, staples everything, then folds my copy and puts it in an envelope.

“My copy will go into my private locked files, as will any unedited photos. Once the project is complete, the unedited photos will be shredded. Your identity will never be revealed.” He shifts from foot to foot and licks his lips.

“That sounds excellent.” It takes all my willpower not to mirror his movements as his nervous energy escapes.

Awkward silence falls over us for a few moments. I finish off my coffee and set the mug on the counter.

“Where do you want me?” The double meaning rolls off me and Beau tries to hide the smirk twitching his lips.

“We’ll be in the middle room. It’s already setup with the branding for the company.” Beau shifts again, glancing at the ceiling while reaching up to squeeze the back of his neck.

“Hayden…”

When he looks at me, the intensity hits me like a rogue ocean wave. I swallow hard and hold my ground. I’ve never felt anything like it before… and I want more.

“If you feel any doubts or insecure at all, please let me know. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable or forced into something.” His anxious moves start all over again and I can’t help but feel it rush over me.

“I feel safe with you, Beau.”