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He’d always thought he was a bit of an odd duck. He loved sex, but he didn’t crave it, not like so many other guys and gals he knew did. Not like he craved a whip in his hand or the sound of flesh taking a hit.
Those images alone gave him a hard-on. He was a true sadist—he loved bringing pain to someone who wantedit—but he was also much more than that. So few people understood that being a sadist didn’t make him a sociopath or devoid of feelings.
He wasn’t going to have himself a poor, misunderstood sadist pity party over it, either. Bo retrieved his bag and made sure the trunk was locked before he returned to the club.
Although less than three minutes had passed since his interaction with Larry, Bowas pleased to see that Larry had followed his orders to a T.
“Excellent,” Bo murmured as he set his bag on the counter to the left of the door.
Larry was naked, his faux tan fading and speckled in spots, his pale skin peeping through from underneath. Larry sat on his heels with his knees spread, head down and elbows gripped behind his back.
There was nothing to correct. Larry knew how to submit.
“Stand up. We need to talk before this goes any further.” Bo would never lay a stripe on anyone without a detailed conversation over limits and needs first.
Larry sighed and stood. He leaned against the massage table behind him. “Do you ever take that leather hood off?”
“When I’m not here, sure,” Bo answered. The leather was hot, but he dealt with it. “Just as you don’t mix your sex and BDSM,I don’t mix this”—he gestured to his leather garb—“and the rest of my life.”
“Fair enough. So, no sex, of any sort,” Larry began. “I like pain, need it to get out of my head.” He clenched his fists.
Bo wondered if Larry was aware of the action. “I’m fine without involving sex. How much pain, and what are your rules about marks?”
After a somber fifteen minutes of discussion, Bo thought he andLarry understood each other. “Kneel and present yourself again. You look better down there than upright.”
Larry had let on that a little bit of humiliation was one of his kinks, though he’d never stand for it outside of this room.
And he did look gorgeous on the floor.
“Good boy.” Bo patted Larry’s head and walked around him. “You have a nice build. I think I’d prefer the fake tan to be goneshould we agree to do this again.”
Larry grunted. Bo grabbed a handful of Larry’s hair and yanked. “Something to say, boy?”
Larry’s Adam’s apple bobbed before he answered. “I rarely do repeats.”
“I’m sure you’ll make multiple exceptions for me,” Bo drawled, certain he had Larry figured out, at least when it came to this—the exchange of power they were going to share. He tightened his hold untilLarry’s eyes began to water. “So, this is about pain and your need for punishment. You aren’t looking to enjoy it tonight.”
Larry gasped and tried to pull his head away, but he couldn’t escape Bo’s grasp.
Bo had taken a guess there, but it was apparent he’d struck home. “You want to walk now, use your words. In fact, give me one of them.”
“Green,” Larry rasped. “Green, green, gree—ouch!”
He let go and added a shove that sent Larry forward. Larry caught himself with his hands.
“Stay down just like that,” Bo commanded, studying the breadth of Larry’s shoulders, the rise and fall of his back as he breathed.
Bo took off his boots, making certain to stand where Larry could watch him. Then Bo removed his socks before coming closer to Larry.
Bo put one foot on Larry’s ass and pushed.
Larry went down on his stomach.
Bo was on him a half second later, straddling his hips, grabbing his hair, hunched over and muttering, “That what you want, boy? To be punished for your sins?”
“Cut the religious shit,” Larry snarled.
Bo reached back and slapped Larry’s ass as hard as he could. “You don’t give the orders now.”
