Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

if you wanted this? How many times did you tell me that you did? You never once asked me my last name, did you? You don't want to know. You just want me to be Will. Isn't that enough?" He framed Sinn's face with his hands and Sinn felt all the anger drain out of him. He closed his eyes and opened to Will's touch.
    Will petted and stroked. Blood raced through Sinn, engorging him. Nerve endings fired beneath Will's quiet, assertive manner. He felt Will's lips against his own. Seducing him, molding him, refashioning him.
    "Open your eyes, Sinn, and look at me."
    Sinn did as Will asked.
    "That's better. Now, do you want to play?"
    "But you're–"
    Will's grip on his face firmed. "I'm Will. That's it. Just Will. And for tonight," he wound his hand into the leather thong.. "Tonight you belong to me. And I'll show you what that means." He kissed Sinn again, making Sinn's heart hammer. Then Will stepped back.
    "And now it's time to warm you up and get you ready." He gripped the tail of the tether encircling Sinn's neck. He reached for the crop, then drew the tip of the crop down along the side of Sinn's face. "Are you ready?"
    Sinn nodded, mesmerized by the voice and the look in the younger man's eyes.
    "Say it. Give me the words," Will commanded.
    "Yes." Looking into Will's eyes there simply was no other answer he could give.
    "Yes, what?" he pressed Sinn.
    "Yes…Will," Sinn responded grudgingly.
    "Why? Why will you give yourself to me?"
    How could Sinn answer that? Did he know why? Of course he did. Because this man knew him like no one else. He'd peeled away the layers. And Sinn wanted more. He wanted to be whole again. He wanted to feel again. Like he had been when he had first left Montana. And he knew the only way that was going to happen was to submit to this man, and only this man. And in doing so, it was as though he would travel full circle and be whole once more, the parts of himself finally stitched together.
    "I need you more than I've needed anyone in my entire life. And you know me like no one else, living, ever will. Make me feel, Will, make me live again."
    And Sinn thought he saw something like triumph blaze in Will's eyes. Just before the black mask settled over Sinn's eyes, blotting out everything. and he was once again utterly under this man's control.
    CHAPTER 7
    Will had meant to bind Sinn to the horse, to moving directly into the scene and take him through his paces. But that wasn't what this was all about. He recalled so many things about the young David Garner–the wild 18-year-old who had been his older brother's best friend. From the way Bobby had told it, they'd been friends from the first day that Davy and his mother had moved to town. Packing up and leaving Billings, she'd moved in with the owner of the single restaurant in Reverie, a small, blink-and-you-miss-it town a stretch of distance from Miles City, dragging Davy with her. Davy spun some great yarns about the way his life had been before landing in the dusty ghost town of Reverie, and all he talked about was getting out as soon as he turned eighteen, although he hadn't actually been able to save enough money to leave until he was twenty-one. Usually the vow was more forceful after a beating from Charlie leaving him a black-and-blue backside and shoulders. Oh, yes, Davy Garner was the wildest most exotic thing Reverie had ever seen. At least in Bobby's estimation. And he had Bobby dreaming of a way out of Reverie as well. At least until he'd knocked up his girlfriend, Mary Anne, and all those dreams of becoming a big rock star got busted to hell.
    Will led Sinn over to the black-paneled wall. Lifting one arm he affixed it to the ring, and then did the same with the other. Then he bound his legs to the lower insets. He stepped to the side and adjusted the height using a hidden panel to electronically reposition the restraints along the panel groove tracking, bringing Sinn up almost to his tiptoes, drawing him taut, every muscle, every rib defined. Then he adjusted the leg restraints, widening them so that it was necessary for Sinn to rely on the restraints to keep him upright, making him appear more like an effigy affixed to the wall.
    He went back to Sinn and unwound the remaining leather thong from Sinn's arm. Yes, it would do.
    "What are you doing?" Sinn asked, a hint of concern flavoring his words.
    "You'll soon find out." Will said as he walked across to the cupboard and pulled down a bottle of oil. He coated the thong. His gloves