Page 87 of Sin Deep
He couldn’t believe how different he looked, how lean and different and sexual.
His butt did stick out though, like ‘o fuck me now’.
“Mm. Yummy right? Look at that ass. You’re hot as fuck, honey. Breathe.” Ollie attacked one nipple with an ice cube.
He made a strangled noise, his eyes flying wide open. “Fuck! Cold!”
“Yes, honey. It’sice.” Ollie held it there until he was sure he was numb and then fastened one magnetic clamp in place. “One down, one to go.”
He stared down, and he’d be damned. It looked like there was a barbell with a little loop of chain dangling down. Whoa.
The other one seemed to go on easier, and then it was done. Ollie stood behind him as they looked in the mirror. “Look at you. You’re a knockout. Master Winter is going to lose his mind. How do you feel?”
“Nervous, hot, excited.” He felt ready to see Winter. To make an impression. To get fucked hard.
“Then it’s time to go meet your man. Let’s get you a car. I’ll finish your pizza; you can’t eat in this thing anyway.” Ollie giggled and pulled out his phone.
“You’re not coming?” How could he travel like this? He looked like a…horndog.
“No, honey. I’ve got plans with Raymond. Or…he has plans for me. Anyway, I’m busy.” Ollie reached for his shirt. “Pull this on, and button up.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He grabbed Ollie’s hand. “You’re happy, though, right? You’re okay?”
“I’m okay. I promise. I had a bad week, but Raymond is the best. He cares about me.” Ollie kissed his cheek. “You are going to have an amazing night.”
“I care about you too. A lot.” He hugged Oliver tight. “No matter what.”
“Sweetheart, you’re my best friend.” Ollie wasn’t shy about hugging him back hard. “I know, you’re new here, but you are. I love you. I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I love you too. Can we have supper on Monday? Winter works ’til eight that night.”
“Yes.” Ollie gave him a bright smile. “Here, out, whatever we want. It’s a date. Maybe we could make it a regular date if he always works late.”
“I’d love that. Wish me luck?” He buttoned up his shirt.
“Nope. You don’t need luck. You just need some confidence. Walk in there like you own the place.” Ollie followed him to the door. “A little advice though. When those clamps start to ache, you ask Master Winter to take them off, okay? Especially since it’s your first time.”
“Okay. I’ll ask. You think he’ll like them?”
“Honey, he’s going to love this. We’ll talk Monday. Go. Your car is here.”
Right. Going.
Please, God. Let Winter like this.
23
Winter was aggravated when he arrived at the club. He’d meant to get there earlier but so many people left his colleague’s little goodbye party at once that he’d had trouble getting a ride. He’d texted Harley so he knew his boy wasn’t waiting for him at least, but he liked things to go to plan.
He was here now, in any case, and he had just gotten to his table with his wine. He wanted to know how Harley’s day was and how his leg was feeling now that the stitches had been out a few days. He took a sip of his wine and a deep breath. Harley was fine. And he’d be here. Soon.
There was a little commotion up near the bar, and Winter glanced up, less interested than irritated, and—
His heart stopped.
He wasn’t sure he was even breathing anymore, and he didn’t care.
He knew a piece of that boy—the piece with the eyes rimmed in eyeliner so dark and fancy and staring right at him. But the boy in the corset and—was that hardware? That piece of his boy he didn’t know at all.
