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what-might-have-beens would hound him just like Bobby's memory haunted him. He couldn't stand another one of those memories riding his back. "What do you want?" He waited, complacent as a dog awaiting its master's order.
    Will draped the thong around Sinn's neck. Sinn felt the unfamiliar weight of it. The thing itself was nothing, but the symbolism caught him in the chest. Every muscle tensed as LA memories clawed at the fringes of his mind. Will lightly brushed his fingers along Sinn's collarbone, the strokes soothing Sinn's tensions. Something about that touch bore deeply into Sinn. The younger man leaned closer, his lips next to Sinn's ear. His fingers on the lace tightened the leather around Sinn's neck. His voice was low and husky as he spoke into Sinn's ear.
    "Tonight, I'm looking for a bitch. Do you want to be my bitch, Sinn?" he asked mildly. He eased back and stared into Sinn's eyes. The thong dangled loosely around Sinn's neck. Sinn felt the weight of it burning into him, the heavy mantle of Will's dominance threaded through it, the arched brow, the slightly tilted head, the lusty question heavy in his eyes. The echo of the man's fingers stroked across his flesh quelled his LA memories. The combination left Sinn gasping for breath. A heat of desire burning him up inside. Commonsense, self-preservation, faded memories, all screamed at Sinn to run. But looking into those warm blue eyes, Sinn knew he wasn't going to walk away. Need and desire kept him firmly planted in place.
    The wrong move, the wrong look, the wrong utterance, and it would be over just like that. This man took no prisoners. Sinn would never see him again, never receive the same offer. In the end, intriguingly, never know what it was like to lose himself with a man worth kneeling to.
    He couldn't bear the thought. What would it hurt to submit for just one night? In many ways it offered some intriguing possibilities. He wanted to know how far this would go. The tables were turned and he wanted to find out how it would feel to be fucked by a young, virile hunk like Will. He felt his desire for control slip away, willingly offered up. Curiosity grabbed hold of him. The chance to feel something again clawed at him and wouldn't let go.
    A gift one might say. Offered to this man whom he knew nothing about except for his first name. Sinn drew himself up, staring Will eye-to-eye. Their lips almost touching. He eased back slightly, then slowly he nodded.
    "Say it," Will commanded. The music, the softer gold and blue lights undulated around him. Sinn grew dizzy with need.
    "Yes."
    "Yes...what?" This man would give no quarter; he wanted it all. But Sinn had a feeling he would give it as well. His eyes, his wide mouth. Strong blue rimmed in gold, like a Montana summer sky. Clear and endless, the sun bright and hot. His lips full–not a cruel mouth–it was a mouth meant for pleasuring. Sinn couldn't help wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. What would they taste like pressed against his lips?
    Sinn's eyes flashed to Will's. He felt the shackles bearing down around him. He ground his teeth together. Damn him, The man wanted every ounce of Sinn's blood. He glared at Will.
    Sinn wasn't going to grovel, if that's what Will expected. No way in hell. This was a game, and he was more than willing to play along. But he was not a pussy—cat or otherwise. He threw back his head. Then he leaned closer. Will didn't budge. He seemed like a man with infinite patience, determined to wait forever for the answer he wanted, if necessary–no, the answer he expected. Screw it.
    "I'll play your bitch. It might be fun."
    Then Will moved. He gripped Sinn's arms, and firmly set him away. He studied him, long and hard, his eyes going a dark navy blue. His grip loosened. He reached up and tied the thong around Sinn's neck, leaving a length of it to dangle free down across his chest.
    Will grabbed the dangling end of the thong with increased pressure forcing