Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

wondered what came next. He was eager for more discovery.
    CHAPTER 6
    Sinn emptied the bottle and Will tossed it into the receptacle for recyclables near the door. Sinn cleared his throat. Will glanced back at him. He still knelt upon the floor, lovely bottom bare. His lips reddened and wet from the spring water he'd just drunk.
    "What now?" Sinn asked. There was more interest in his expression than concern. His gaze traveled over Will as he obviously marked the change in Will's clothes. His gaze settled on the crop. A bit of the trepidation returned to his expression.
    Will set the crop down on the shelf and went back to him. He pulled a small key from his pocket, knelt behind Sinn, and then uncuffed him. He kneaded Sinn's wrists and his fingers. Slowly Sinn brought his arms down, then lifted and massaged his red-marked wrist.
    "Was that necessary?" he asked.
    Will didn't answer. He massaged the tight muscles in Sinn's shoulders, then slowly worked his way down Sinn's arms. When he was satisfied that some of the stiffness had eased and the blood flow had returned to normal, he helped Sinn to stand, his leather pants still hanging just at his thighs. Will noticed his cock was semi-erect. The look in Sinn's eyes seemed somewhat assessing. No fear, more curiosity. Satisfied that Sinn could stand on his own, Will walked across the room to one of the panels, pressed it and the panel swung open to reveal a small cubicle that was a serviceable bathroom with a shower stall. He turned back to Sinn.
    "You'll find everything you'll need to get cleaned up. Strip now. You won't need what you're wearing for the next few hours at any rate. I'll see to your clothes." He picked up the crop and turned to face Sinn.
    "Nice outfit," Sinn said, his eyes leisurely roving over Will, a lusty message in that look.
    "Now," Will said.
    A bit of the jaded wariness returned to Sinn's eyes. He hesitated, then shrugged, and slowly he began to remove the remainder of his clothes. First he leaned down to unlace the heavy black boots, he slipped off the white cotton socks, then removed his black leather pants. Will couldn't help but be amused when the older man drew himself up to full height, displaying himself quite deliciously. Still fit, abs tight, no extra flesh to be found. Will noticed his cock was now at full staff, bobbing full steam. Well, he doubted that would last. Not once he explained what came next.
    "Leave the leather thong in place. The leash at your neck, the thong around your arm. Now, come here."
    Staring at Will, a challenge in that look, as he strutted across the black padded floor to stand in front of Will. "Yeah...boss?"
    Flirty, naughty, exactly as Will had expected. Engaging and lively.
    "Now you'll scrub, inside and out. My playmates have to be clean–very clean before we play."
    A look of confusion flared in Sinn's eyes. "Excuse me?"
    Will nodded toward the sink and the cellophane wrapped implements. "I think you'll figure it out."
    "Fuck me, you can't be serious."
    "I'm very serious. I don't want accidents. And leave the door ajar. I want to be certain you accomplish everything you're supposed to."
    "You're not watching me use that thing."
    "Do you know how to use it? Have you used one before?"
    Something flitted across Sinn's face. Yes, either he'd used one himself, or someone else had used it on him.
    "Do you need my help?" Will asked softly.
    A silent war erupted between the two men. It was Sinn who yielded first. "No, I don't need your damned help. I know what to do."
    Will cocked his head and arched a brow. "Then the quicker it's done, the sooner we can play." He tapped the new crop against his gloved hands. "Do we play or not?"
    "Who are you? That slide show." Sinn's gaze narrowed. "How did you know?"
    "Know what? You asked me once before what I did for a living. I'm a photojournalist."
    "So you took all of them yourself?"
    "I did."
    "But why these, why show them to me?"
    "Wild things. all of them. Just like you. I used to work with animals before I came to Seattle. I was known somewhat as a whisperer of sorts. I've been told I have good hands. Animals respond to me. I don't frighten them like a lot of humans do."
    He saw Sinn glance down at his black-gloved hands. "You come from the west. Like me."
    It was a guess. But Will shouldn't have expected any less. Sinn was an intelligent man.
    "Montana." Will paused. "Like you."
    Sinn's head snapped up as he looked into Will's face. He cocked his head. "Do I know you? Is