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himself over to the younger man with the expert hands and the whisperer's expertise.
    Will lifted his head. He removed his hand from Sinn's cock. Too soon to let him climax. Much too soon.
    "You won't come until I tell you, will you, Sinn?"
    He watched Sinn closely; Sinn's head still anchored by Will's hand, forced the bound man to meet his look, lit only by the soft glow of the street lamps outside. Forced to yield. He no longer struggled to be free of the handcuffs. There was still some measure of uncertainty in his eyes; still a war raged inside him.
    "Do you want to be here—with me, Sinn?" Will skimmed a flattened palm down the length of Sinn's chest, stopping at his lower abdomen, nested in his short wiry hair, resting there. Getting him used to the feel of Will's mastery, but not yet fully claiming him. He still had an opportunity to say no. Still could leave. "Say it, Sinn. You have to tell me the words."
    A shudder passed through Sinn. "No half measures with you, are there?" Sinn asked. Will didn't bother to answer; Sinn knew what his response would be.
    "You're not like the others. Fuck, you're nothing like them." He wiggled his hands and the cuffs jangled loudly in the silence of the deserted hallway. "You could kill me right now and I've got the feeling I'd thank you. You could beat me to within an inch of my life, and I'd ask you for more. How the fuck do you do that? I've been here before, and yet I haven't. Never like this. Never with someone like you."
    Sinn wet his lips. in the diminished glow of the streetlights, the shine of his lips glimmered wetly, invitingly. But Will waited. He needed more.
    "You've got me more exposed than I've ever been before. Yeah, I've been stripped naked. I've been offered at parties, played with, poked, rammed. I've been drugged up with coke, with booze, with uppers, with downers. I've been fucked one-on-one, I've been gang-banged. I've been tied up and whipped and spanked and...brutalized beyond anything you can begin to imagine. I thought I'd known it all, experienced everything there was to experience with sex. Except for you. Somehow I think you're more dangerous than all of them. You've got a seductive way none of them had."
    Raw pain roared through Will at learning the full extent of what Sinn had endured over the years. How could a man not be jaded after that kind of abuse? Cruelty, abuse, almost destroying him. And yet, Sinn was made of tough Montana stock. He was a survivor. Will recalled a young singer with dreams in his eyes back in Reverie. He wished he could see those sparkling silver eyes once again filled with hopes and dreams. But at least now he knew how that sparkle had been expunged.
    Will kissed Sinn, hungered for him. He thrust his tongue deep into Sinn's mouth. Sinn's head dropped back against Will's shoulder. He sucked on Will's tongue sending arousal darting fast and furious through Will's body. He pulled away before it went beyond the point of no return.
    "Your answer," he rasped. He needed it now. He was too near to losing it and he had to get some distance.
    Sinn's lips were now puffy and engorged, reddened from Will's possession. Parted with readiness for more. Will bit his lower lip, tugged and Sinn groaned, his eyes closing. Will worried the lip. Drew blood. Tasted the warm, thick metallic texture before releasing the lip. Sinn's tongue flicked out to test the slight wound.
    His eyes darkened as he looked into Will's eyes. "I like pain," he admitted.
    "Good," Will said. "I know how to give it."
    Sinn licked the wound again. "I can see that. I used to get punished a lot. I've never been known as a good boy. My stepfather always said I was the devil's spawn. Guess he was right."
    "He gave you the belt." But this was something Will already knew.
    "Often. I learned how to handle it."
    "Like you handled those record producers?"
    Sinn nodded. "All of it."
    "I don't mete out that kind of pain. Not like that."
    "No, I don't think you do. Bite me again. I