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him, but if he were bound too tightly everywhere, it could become an issue. But ever since he’d seen a demonstration with the sling at Club Consequence, he’d been dying to try it. His orgasm that night had been more than satisfying.
    At last Jarvis had completely restrained him and it was as if he were floating. The sensation was magical, exhilarating. What would it be like if Jarvis fucked me in it? He whimpered, his face heating even more. He shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts. A hot kiss, some affectionate touches—that was one thing. Taking Jarvis’ cock up his ass was a whole other.
    â€œHow does that feel, boy? Comfortable? You’re going to be in there for a while.”
    â€œI like it, Sir. And I’m very comfortable. Thank you.”
    â€œExcellent.”
    Jarvis’ words were soft as he ran his hand gently down Garson’s chest then almost to his navel, stopping before he grazed the flushed tip of Garson’s heated erection.
    â€œYour cock and balls are mine tonight. I’ll do to them whatever I wish, boy. Once I have them trussed up properly, I’ll give you what you’ve ached for all evening. What you were searching for when you came to the club on a night other than Friday.” Jarvis leaned closer, bending down to speak next to Garson’s ear. “I’ll take you out of your head and send you soaring so high you’ll wonder if you’ll ever come down again.”
    All Garson could do was gape at Jarvis. A sexual charge electrified the air between them, the brief glimpses of attraction from their previous sessions obliterated by the raw lust he now saw in Jarvis’ eyes.
    â€œSir.”
    The word had fallen from his lips as a whisper. Garson didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He wasn’t even sure he cared.
    Jarvis raked his body with his gaze then lifted his eyes to meet Garson’s again. There was the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth and Garson could tell his Dom was pleased.
    Master. Alan never let me call him that. Maybe one day Jarvis will…
    He pressed his lips together again, wondering how a simple trip to the club for a quick scene had turned into something so far removed from his carefully guarded and controlled world. It was unbelievable. Since he’d already gone so far, he decided he might as well opt for the free fall. A voice inside told him that Jarvis would be there to catch him.
    Garson tracked Jarvis’ movements around the large room. The built-in cabinets lining one wall were impressive. Each time Jarvis opened a drawer or cabinet door, another group of toys, bondage items or dildos was revealed. Perpendicular to that wall was a large antique mahogany armoire. When Jarvis opened it, Garson finally had a view of Jarvis’ whip, flogger and paddle collection.
    The varied floggers—some with heavy and thick tails, others thinner and shorter, yet others with knots or what looked like silver spikes at the end—all hung along the rod that took up half of the closet. The whips, also of various thicknesses, were carefully coiled and mounted on the back panel of the other half of the armoire. The paddles—long, thin, oval, solid or drilled—hung from their handles on the inside of the doors.
    He was impressed. Jarvis was right. It was the best outfitted playroom he’d ever seen.
    As Jarvis gathered several items then laid them on a padded bench to the foot of and at the right of where Garson dangled from the ceiling, he worked on keeping his breathing even. It seemed like an awful lot of items for one scene.
    â€œHow’s my boy doing?”
    My. “Good, Sir. Thank you for checking on me.”
    Jarvis smiled. “I always will, Garson. If you’ll let me, that is.”
    He turned back to the objects on the bench, leaving Garson to absorb the meaning of his words. Garson blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. No obligations. He was simply making me