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    headboard which could be put to a very interesting use by creative and, yes, kinky minds.
    Byron dumped his lover on the mattress. As the jacket slid off Skylar, he took in the sight of Skylar’s nude body with greedy eyes.
    Just looking at the seahorse made him as hard as a rock. “Wait here, sweetheart,” he said, while contemplating his options. He didn’t think Skylar was ready for the dungeon, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t play around a bit.

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    Skylar watched his lover disappear through a side door. Curiosity stirred inside him, adding to the arousal still lingering inside him.
    Simply the memory of Byron’s two penises made him shudder with delight.
    God, he couldn’t wait to have them inside him. It might not be easy at first, he knew that, but at the same time, he was sure Byron wouldn’t do anything to really hurt him.
    When Byron didn’t immediately return, Skylar considered Byron’s order and decided to go against it. He didn’t want to be alone, not for a single second. Being in this huge bedroom on his own felt strange. Not only that, but with every second he spent apart from Byron, his need for the man grew to an almost painful intensity. He needed to be by the shark’s side.
    He slipped off the bed, tripping when the four-poster turned out to be higher than he’d thought. Grumbling to himself, he followed in Byron’s tracks and peeked through the cracked-open door.
    His eyes widened at what he saw. The place seemed a dungeon of sorts. If they were windows, they had been covered. Everywhere he looked, there were racks, X-crosses, or hooks that seemed meant to have people dangling from them.

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    The door opened wider, and Skylar stumbled inside. He looked up at Byron, who stood in front of him, an eyebrow raised. “I thought I told you to stay in bed,” Byron said.
    Skylar gulped. “I… I… I was curious.”
    “Were you?” Byron’s gaze had gained that piercing, daggerlike quality again. “And did you satisfy your curiosity?”
    Once more, the answer was complex, so Skylar preferred to keep silent. “Answer the question, Skylar,” Byron ordered.
    “I’m… not sure,” Skylar replied. “I…”
    If he wanted to be honest, simply looking at those items made him wonder what it would feel like to be restrained and completely under Byron’s control. He’d experienced a brief sample in the swimming pool, when Byron held him down while thrusting between his thighs and back at the elder werewolf’s house, too, but this would be different, so very different.
    And that difference, as well as the still haunting memory of Rick, kept him from finding the right answer. He hated himself for being such a disappointment, but truly, he couldn’t understand himself anymore.
    “Skylar, come here,” Byron ordered.
    Skylar went, Byron’s voice once more executing an inexorable pull Skylar couldn’t hope to resist. “I didn’t intend to show you this today, but your curiosity changed my mind,” Byron said as he took Skylar’s hand. With a gentleness that belied his size, he pulled Skylar toward one of the racks.
    Skylar was like putty in Byron’s arms, and he allowed the shark to maneuver him as needed on the odd bench. He ended up facedown on the rack, his arms and legs on each side of it and his cock rubbing against the strikingly soft padding material. Byron caressed the curve of his back, all the way to his buttocks. “You disobeyed me, little seahorse,” he whispered, his voice full of gravel. “You know you deserve to be punished.”

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    A heavy slap fell on Skylar’s right cheek, and Skylar bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Just like one week back, the pain mingled with the pleasure, pooling into his already throbbing prick.
    “Isn’t that right?”
    Another slap fell on his other cheek. Skylar moaned and barely manage to cry