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fingers across it before sliding Reid’s jeans down over his hips.
    “My naked boy. We should wax you, make you bare for my flogger.”
    He loved the wide-eyed look his words got him. The swallow. The whimper Reid wouldn’t let him hear. That was okay—he would hear it later.
    “Do you remember when you begged me to shave your head, boy? Back at the beginning, when we were first starting, to prove yourself to me?” Then it had been symbolic. AW wouldn’t do that now, but the memory of that scene was enough to make them both moan. “You’ll ask again, Reid. Or for something else just as radical. To prove that you trust me again.”
    He took Reid’s hands, walking backward.
    “I won’t. I won’t.” That was just words, not at all how Reid felt, which was evident in the way Reid followed him.
    God, he loved how Reid walked with the cock ring on. The little penis plug attached to it filled that long cock up and he knew the plug in Reid’s ass was driving his lover crazy.
    “You will. Because this time, I’m not running away when it looks like it’s going to take work.”
    “Take this thing off?” Reid asked again.
    “After I’ve waxed your pubes.”
    They moved to the bathroom where there was a bench for Reid to lie on by the tub. It was amazing what you could have customized when you had money.
    “It would be easier without this contraption…” Reid wheedled.
    “I’ll pull the ones I can’t get out with tweezers.”
    “Bastard.”
    “That’s six, baby boy. I will wait for the cock ring and penis plug to come off before I start slapping your prick, though.”
    Reid moaned, shaking his head as AW eased him down.
    The bench was padded, but it was still no doubt hard against Reid’s plugged ass. He made Reid sit rather than lie down while he turned the heat up in the room and began to gather the things he’d need. The sweet ass had worn his stripes early this morning when he’d cleaned Reid out. Now it would be bruised, aching.
    He kept an eye on Reid as he turned on the electric warmer that would hold and melt the wax, watching his boy try not to wriggle.
    “Why haven’t you pierced your nipples, boy?”
    “What?”
    “It was something you always wanted.” Reid had begged him for it, but he’d been holding it out as an eventual reward.
    “I told you, I went vanilla. Hand jobs, dinner parties, gallery openings.”
    “God, weren’t you bored out of your mind?” Walt couldn’t believe Reid had enjoyed denying himself totally like that. His Reid was a fucking kinkster, through and through.
    “I was hurt and angry. I thought I was someone special and found out I wasn’t.”
    AW set the wax in the machine, made sure his preparations were all done, then went over to Reid. Standing between his boy’s legs, he took Reid’s face in his hands. “No. You were—you are—someone special. I was the spoiled brat who didn’t know what he had and lost it—no, I threw it away.”
    Reid’s eyes searched his, so serious, so dark. “And what are you now, Walt? What do you want now?”
    “I’m older now and more mature. I’m probably still spoiled, but I know better than to throw away the man I love because it’s not easy. I don’t want easy, Reid. I want you. I love you. And I’m willing to work to prove it. I’m going to prove it to you, even if it takes the rest of our lives.”
    “I want to believe you, more than anything.”
    “Someday you will. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a promise and he sealed it with a kiss.
    Reid’s hand stroked his cheek, the kiss starting softly, but gaining in intensity. He pressed closer, his jeans rubbing on Reid’s bound and pierced cock. He knew that had to be maddening, absolutely crazy-making. So he kept doing it, one hand sliding down to pinch at Reid’s nipple. It definitely needed a ring, maybe two on this one and only one on the other.
    He had so many ideas, so many plans. So very many ways to keep Reid occupied and needy. To remind his boy