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you have a toy chest?”
    Neal walked to a cabinet, floor to ceiling doors the same black lacquer as the rest of the furniture. Neat rows of floggers, successively larger, hung from hooks. A large box of condoms sat next to skin cleanser and a rack of dildos, scrotum weights and nipple clamps.
    Neal selected a flogger and Sasha resisted the urge to drop to his hands and knees.
    “What’s your pain tolerance?” Neal asked.
    “Pretty good. On a scale of one to ten, about an eight. I prefer thud to sting.”
    Neal turned and nodded. “What’s your safe word?”
    “You know it.”
    Neal cocked an eyebrow and stared at him. “You give it to me every time. No exceptions.”
    “Lemon.”
    Neal caught Sasha’s chin and held his head stationary. “Do you fear me?”
    “No.”
    “Do you want me to dominate you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Boss.” His erection ached and he wanted to touch himself.
    Neal noted his wriggle. “Touch yourself.”
    Sasha nearly popped his button in his scramble to get his fly open. He went to look down and Neal’s hand slid down from his chin to close over his throat. “Eyes on me.”
    That nearly brought him by itself. He licked his palm and jacked off, trying to watch Neal’s eyes. He moaned, about to come.
    “Stop.”
    Sasha froze, panting.
    “Now strip. Leave the cock ring on.”
    Sasha moved forward but Neal didn’t let go of him, just tightened his fingers warningly. He gaped at him. What, was he psychic? He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. Shoes got toed off and kicked aside as he struggled to obey Neal’s orders. His jeans gave him trouble when his rib twinged.
    “I need help.”
    “The rib?”
    “Yeah. I can’t get to my pants.”
    Neal didn’t let go of him, but used his free hand to slip his jeans loose. “Raise your foot.” He pulled the pant leg free, then the other one. He kneeled, still pinning Sasha, and sucked his whole length into his mouth. Using very warm fingers, Neal slid the bolo tie on the cock ring tighter. The constriction sent tingles of warmth up and down Sasha’s body.
    The bigger man worked at Sasha, his tongue as strong as a hand but softer than anything else. The orgasm built and Neal pulled off with a wet smack.
    He cried out, his Adam’s apple bouncing under Neal’s big hand. Neal calmly slid Sasha’s socks off first the left foot, then the right.
    “Go stand by the frame,” he ordered.
    If this was what it was like to have a professional top he’d need to make a lot more money, and soon.

Chapter Eight
    Well and Truly
     
    Sasha stumbled and Neal caught him, then let him walk. He got to the square wrought-iron frame and waited. Neal instructed Sasha to face the wall and buckled his arms out to the sides, making sure it didn’t yank on his ribs. Neal kicked gently at Sasha’s right foot so he’d spread it wider. The restraints chilled Sasha’s ankles at first, but warmed quickly from his body heat. He watched over his shoulder as Neal selected a flogger.
    “Talk to me.” Then Neal hit his ass with the flogger.
    “More thud.”
    Neal switched out the flogger and Sasha again asked for more thud. Neal walked up to press against Sasha’s back. He bit him on the neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Sasha cried out, pressing against him.
    “You are nowhere near as soft as you look.”
    “Please, Boss.”
    “Please what?”
    “Beat me like you would a man your size.”
    He looked over his shoulder as Neal went back to the cabinet and took down the largest flogger, as wide at the base as Sasha’s wrist. He swung it in a tight circle, fast enough it made a heavy wump wump noise in the air. The lashes flared and Neal flicked his wrist. The thud of impact threw Sasha forward in the frame and he leaned back, reaching with his ass.
    Neal chuckled. He sucked his fingers into his mouth slowly and then stroked up his ass crack, the moisture on his fingers coating Sasha and making him shiver. “Look at you, all