Chapter Two
The squire gripped the corner post of the bed and held on for dear life. His hands were bound tightly together with a leather thong and he was naked but for his flowing cotton shirt. Getting himself free wouldn’t have been a problem—all he would have had to do is stand on the bedframe and lift his hands over the top of the post— if not for Prince Martin behind him.
Not that he really wanted to be freed.
The prince tangled his fingers in the squire’s long brown hair and pulled back his head, exposing his throat. It was an uncomfortable position to be forced into, but the pain was slightly relieved when Martin kissed him, filling his mouth with a forceful and probing tongue. The squire jerked nervously when Martin’s hand snaked down between his legs and found his already-hard
