Page 92 of Syncopation
And that sent heat to other parts of Ray’s body. Zavier’s Amazon order. Fuck. Just thethoughtof being tied down to a bed had him tripping over his feet to get into his room. Relax?Yeah, right.
The room was nice. Big bed. Good space. Lots of bottles of water and some fruit. He dropped his bag on the floor in the closet and looked around. About the time he spotted the door that joined their two rooms, he heard the gentle knock from the other side. Took no time at all to unlock the door, and there was Zavier.
“Well, this will make things much easier.” Zavier grinned.
Oh yeah. No slamming doors. No keycards needed.
Zavier peered inside. “I think my room might work better.” He motioned for Ray to join him.
After stepping inside, Ray agreed with Zav. This room was larger and the layout a little better. Same big bed. A chaise lounge. Even a padded bench by the foot of the bed. “How come I got the smaller room?”
Zavier shrugged. “This was gonna beMish’s.”
“She missed out.”
A chuckle. “I’m sure she’ll make do, somehow.” Zavier stepped close. “As will we.”
Ray swallowed. “This is not going to help me relax.”
Zavier gripped Ray’s chin. “The question is, do you want to relax, or start now?”
“I want both.” The answer came out before he could even stop to think.
Zavier smiled. “I can work with that.” He snaked a handaround Ray’s back and pulled them together. He was hard—harder than Ray, but not for long. “Go shower, and when you’re finished, kneel at the foot of my bed.”
“Okay.”
Zavier nipped Ray’s neck, then whispered into his ear, “I’m gonna make you scream tonight.”
He trembled and thrust against Zavier. “You can try.”
A pat on his ass, and Zavier stepped back. “Go.”
Ray went. A showerdidn’t take too long, but he took his time, easing out some of the aches from performing and trying to calm his dick down, though every minute closer to kneeling for Zavier only fired his blood. He shut the water off and dried himself. He hesitated in his room, but no. Clothing would be pointless. He did crack a bottle of water and drink some, though.
God, he was nervous. Maybe because thiswasreal, not them playing around in the bus. The water bottle in his hand was cool against his overheated skin.
“Ray.” Zavier’s voice filtered in from the other room. “Come here, please.”
Right. Ray put down the water and entered the other room. He stopped halfway to the bed. The bench had been moved, and laid out on the white bedspread were a selection of items he’d only seen in porn.Cuffs. A collar. A flogger and a crop. A gag? Yeah, that was a ball gag.Holy shit. Rope. And yes, a butt plug. There was also a dildo that was quite a bit thicker than Zavier’s cock.Shit. Ray took a step closer. Oh god, there were nipple clamps, too.
Something close to a whimper came out of his lips.
“Green, yellow, or red?” Zavier’s calm voice.
“Green. I think. I—uh. You’re notgonna use all of those on me?”
A huff of laughter. “No. Certainly not. I wanted to show you the option, though.” He stepped behind Ray, still fully clothed, and kissed his neck. “What interests you? What scares you? What makes you say red?”
He studied the toys. “There’s nothing I’d say no to. The dildo frightens me more than the plug. It’s massive.”
“Mmmhmm,” Zavier purred into hisear. “It is. It’s something to work toward—a goal, if you’d like.”
He nodded, though the wordssomething to worktowardboth delighted and worried him. “I want the cuffs. I want tied down. I’m not sure about the collar.”
“It does have implications. It came with the cuffs. We don’t ever have to use it.” Zavier slid his hands down Ray’s sides.
Okay. “I’m really curious about the flogger.It’s not gonna be like you spanking me.”
