Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

the school. And I knew full well that I was the class geek in that particular metaphor. I don't know what possessed me to walk straight up to Luke. I'm never that confident in places like that. My cock must have completely over-ruled my brain because, without any warning, I found myself standing in front of the group.
    A whole decade passed, one painfully slow second at a time, before Luke happened to turn and glance in my direction.
    A lazy smiled caressed his lips. "Hi, Jay."
    He remembered my name. I was damn near giddy with relief. "Hi, Luke."
    Pushing himself away from the bar, Luke caught hold of my wrist and led me through the packed throng of men in the bar, just as he had the last time we met.
    We were already outside before I realised we'd left by the front door this time around. Luke kept walking without a word. I trailed along behind him equally silent, confused but somehow still not wanting to question Luke's decisions. We must have walked for about ten minutes before he turned into a side street and stopped outside a neat little house in the middle of a terrace.
    He unlocked the door and took us inside without ever letting go of my wrist. "You remember what your safe word is?" Luke asked, cutting through all my thoughts with ease.
    I nodded.
    "Any questions?"
    I should have asked something sensible and fitting to the occasion— something flirtatious and sexy. "You live here?"
    "Yeah." Luke chuckled. "I don't generally break into other people's houses to do scenes in there. But, for future reference, one of these days you might want to take this kind of opportunity to ask what I intend to do with you."
    He didn't give me the chance to correct my mistake and ask the question then.
    My back hit the wall alongside the front door.
    Apparently what Luke intended to do with me was kiss me silly. The moment his lips met mine, my brain began to melt. His tongue thrust into my mouth, urgent and demanding.
    I put my hands on Luke's shoulders to steady myself, but Luke grabbed my wrists and twisted both my arms behind my back in one easy movement. I wasn't about to complain. If Luke preferred me dizzy and off balance, I was happy to oblige.
    I was vaguely aware that Luke turned me around and walked me backwards, but I was far too focused on the way his tongue thrust between my lips and took possession of my mouth to notice details.
    A door slammed.
    I jerked my head back, my shock making me break a kiss I'd hoped would last forever. Luke stared down at me. He was the only familiar thing in my surroundings. We stood in a different room now. It was a bedroom, sort of.
    There was a bed at least. There were also a whole host of other things— items of furniture that I only vaguely recognised from kinky photos I'd seen on the net. A sling. A St. Andrews cross. A spanking bench, complete with a whole row of whips and paddles hanging on the wall above it.
    I swallowed several times in quick succession. My throat had closed up so tight, I damn near choked on my attempt to control my nerves.
    "I'm going to tie you up."
    Our bodies were still pressed tightly against each other. His erection rubbed against me through our clothes as he rocked his hips.
    "Okay." We were both hard and ready to play, getting out the handcuffs seemed to be a perfectly reasonable course of action.
    "You really don't have any sense of self-preservation, do you?"
    I gave the idea a few moments worth of thought. "Not really." Not with Luke anyway. I wouldn't have even thought of asking for a safe word if he hadn't offered me one.
    Luke shook his head at me. He released one of my wrists and pushed his hand through my hair, stroking it back off my face. "You really do need a keeper, don't you?"
    I didn't argue. The idea of Luke being that keeper appealed to my cock but also to part of my brain that I hadn't really used before. The image of a collar and a lead jumped into my head. Breathing became increasingly difficult. "Okay," I gasped.
    Luke laughed, but he also tightened his grip on me. I loved that feeling. A quick little flick of his wrist and he spun me around to face the bottom of the bed. He pushed and I stumbled forward.
    A pair of leather cuffs was already attached to the headboard, as if Luke had known that he'd see me in the bar that night and had got them out ready. Without even needing a hint I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward the cuffs— no moth had ever rushed toward a flame more quickly.
    Luke was right behind me, kneeling on