Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

breathing ground almost to a halt as his cock surged. And he knew, there was simply no denying it. He wanted to play. God damn, he wanted to play. The groan of assent came out muffled from behind the sodden silk scarf. But Will seemed to understand his assent very well. And just before Sinn thought he was going to come, Will's hand dropped away. Sinn's cock bobbed heavy in full erection. The leather of his pants bit into the skin beneath his balls.
    Fuck, but it was going to be a long night.
    CHAPTER 5
    It wasn't just Sinn who was aroused; Will was having a hard time maintaining control. He had to get him into the playroom and then get some distance. He definitely needed some distance. He did not want to rush the next few hours. Sinn was finally here with him, and there was no need to hurry things. They had all the time in the world. Will had given Sinn every chance to back out, to walk away, so now they moved forward.
    Will released Sinn, he leaned forward and opened the door. He flipped on a switch and the bare bulb up above flared to life sending the room into a harsh drench of stark yellow light. He pushed Sinn into the room. He waited for just a moment as Sinn stared around him. He looked at the black padded walls, the silver rings bolted into the walls, the padded horse off to one side, the black cushioned floor. The black credenza off to the left that held an assortment of toys, oils, lotions, that made play special in this room.
    Will had designed this playroom and it served a number of different purposes. Sinn would soon find that out. His photography, the book deals, the journalism assignments, and cautious investments had made Will's life very comfortable. His skills in a variety of ways brought him top dollar. Considering his age, success had come early and perhaps a bit too easily. Or maybe it was because of Bobby he'd just fought harder, knowing every day counted–any minute might be the last. He hadn't wasted a second. Nor had he taken any of his successes for granted.
    Sinn appeared reluctant to enter the room. Will nudged him forward until they reached the center. He settled a hand on Will's shoulder and slowly exerted pressure, forcing him down to his knees. Keeping one hand settled between Sinn's shoulders, with the other hand he drew his pants down over his buttocks and left them there. Then he forced Sinn forward until his head met the floor. Sinn angled his head to the side, staring back at Will, a certain amount of trepidation evident in his eyes.
    Again, Will used his hands to gentle the half-tamed wild thing kneeling submissively on the floor of the playroom. He stroked across his back, down his bound arms, across his delicious bottom. He combed his fingers through the tangled wavy blond locks.
    "Soon, pretty Sinn. soon. You've given yourself to me tonight, and soon you'll find out exactly what that entails." He continued to stroke across Sinn's body and again he felt the tension ebb, though sweat broke out on his skin. Will leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Yes, best that he take a moment to gather himself.
    He rose. "Get used to the room, Sinn. I need to prepare. I won't be long."
    Sinn lifted his head and glared at him. Will couldn't make out what he was trying to say around the silk gagging him. Just as well. A few moments alone likely would serve to sensitize him even more. With his foot centered to Sinn's shoulder blades, he forced Sinn back down to the floor. "I suggest you stay put until I return. Patience, Sinn. Patience. It will be rewarded."
    Will walked toward a panel behind Sinn. He touched a hidden button and the panel popped open. Will stepped through into what he called his control room cum sleeping quarters. The automated panel behind him silently slid shut. This was a large room, with a drafting table, a king-sized black-satin covered bed with black iron-scrolled head and base boards. Several flat-screen monitors mounted on one wall, a control panel near at hand. A black oriental tallboy dresser on the other black-paneled wall. There was a door leading to a full-sized bathroom, tiled in black marble and gold brass trim. His mentor, the first man he'd served, had called this his real playroom. He expected it might be more appropriately termed his personal playroom.
    He walked over to the control panel, pressed a button, and the image of Sinn in the public playroom flared to life on the screen. He was fidgeting, but he remained kneeling as he gazed around the unusual room.