Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

stop him from leaving, they could, even with the doors wide open.
    "Zach, you close the blinds."
    Having something to do, even if it took him less than thirty seconds to accomplish, made Zach feel part of what was going on. He wondered if that was why Jack had given him the task and decided it probably was.
    Jack turned on the desk light and then flipped the main light switch off, giving the room some shadows and a more intimate feel. Without being told, Taylor went to Jack's desk and opened the bottom drawer with a key on his key ring. A bottle of lube, a handful of condoms, a box of tissues, and a packet of wet wipes were set neatly on the desk, within reach of the couch. He wasn't smiling now, though he looked happier in a way, and his movements had lost their restlessness and become purposeful, slow.
    "First things first," Jack said and took a seat on the couch. "We take care of what's owing."
    Zach wasn't sure what that meant, but Taylor began to undress, his gaze lowered, his teeth scraping across his lower lip, worrying at the flesh as if he knew what was coming wasn't going to be all fun.
    Hesitantly, Zach started to undo the buttons on his shirt, but Jack stopped him with a gesture. "No. When I want you naked, I'll tell you. For this, you just get to watch. Or leave if you get freaked." Zach moved toward the visitor's chair, armless but upholstered.
    "Not there."
    Zach gave Jack an inquiring look, already losing himself in the thrill of it all. He was being given orders. Told what to do with no wiggle room. He wanted it that way. He was scared that Jack would screw up, say or do something to shatter the mood, but Jack didn't disappoint him.
    "Take off your shoes and put them by my desk, then get on your knees over there."
    Zach followed the pointing finger and saw that he'd have an excellent view of Taylor's face, assuming Jack used his right hand for spanking as well as writing.
    He took care to line his shoes up neatly, so much time that when he'd done that, Taylor was skinning out of a pair of tight briefs that lived up to their name. Naked, Taylor was enough to get Zach's mouth watering under any circumstances. He was like a pocket-sized version of Jack, shorter, but just as built, with a cock that brought to mind words like 'rampant' and 'thrusting'. It drew the eye.
    "When I tell you to do something, Zach, you don't sightsee on the way."
    The reprimand had him hurrying over to the designated place on the carpet, but he didn't drop to his knees.
    "Sir?"
    Taylor had been about to get over Jack's knee, but he straightened, standing by Jack's side. The silence from both of them was unnerving, but Zach said what he had to say anyway.
    "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but can I -- it's the first time I've ever done this--"
    "Too much?" Jack didn't sound impatient or resigned, just calm.
    "No. Not enough. If I'm going to be kneeling for you, I don't want to be dressed when I do it." Zach plucked at his shirt, feeling smothered by it. "Can't I do it naked? Please?"
    Jack studied him for a moment, his face impassive, then he reached out and gathered Taylor to him, his arm around Taylor's hips. "You make a habit of trying to run things your way?"
    He hung his head. "Um, no, sir. I'm sorry."
    "Good to know. Fine. Take off your clothes. But that's the last time you do that, you hear me?"
    "Thank you, sir."
    "I said, 'do you hear me?'."
    Zach paused, two buttons already undone. God, Jack was so...thorough. He should've expected that from what he knew of him at work, but it still surprised him. "Yes, sir. I hear you. The last time, I swear."
    They both watched him undress, Jack sitting, knees spread, casually fondling Taylor's ass in much the same way as he'd have stroked a pet.
    Kneeling was the most profoundly erotic action of his life. It felt like sinking through warm, dark water, not air. It felt right.
    His cock was rigid, but his arousal had changed from the purely physical to something with far more emotional depth. This meant something, though he was too dazed from everything the last thirty minutes had thrown at him to nail down the details.
    Later. Right now he was kneeling for Jack.
    "Hands behind your back, crossed at the wrists. If your shoulders cramp and you can't hold them there, don't interrupt me, just put your hands palm down on your thighs until your muscles relax, then go back to the first position."
    "Yes, sir."
    Jack smiled. "You like calling me that, don't you?"
    "Yes, I do. Sir."
    "I