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me to call him the next day. I did, even though I was so nervous I thought I might throw up.”
    I nodded. “James can inspire that kind of reaction.”
    “So…what do you know about him?”
    I sipped my coffee and pondered. “I know he’s the most respected Dom in Ottawa. There’s quite a long waiting list for his, ah, services.”
    “Really?” Sebastian seemed surprised. “I just met him last week.”
    “Well, you must have looked damn good in those ropes…”
    “I guess.” He looked at me and smiled shyly. “I…kind of…can’t wait to get tied up again.”
    Oh, baby, you and me both…
    I coughed and almost laughed at his modest eagerness. He seemed like such an innocent.
    “It was the first time I’d been tied up with rope and the first time at a public event. I liked it.”
    “Yeah, I think you covered that part,” I said with a grin.
    “So…what do you like, Tate?”
    I laughed and put my chin in my hand, staring at this guileless creature who, in the course of ten minutes, had wiped out the image of every porn star/ex boyfriend/imagined lover I'd ever had. Even James.
    “I like blond-haired, blue-eyed boys who wear puppy dog hats and talk about Pogos.”
    He looked at me with wide, astonished eyes and I wondered if I had said too much. But then his lips curved up into the biggest smile and he said, “Really?”
    I laughed and nodded.
    He shook his head. “I just met you…”
    “I know…I shouldn't have said that.”
    “No, I mean, I just met you, but…if you asked me to come home with you right now…I might say yes.” He looked at the floor while he spoke.
    I set my coffee down on the table a little too hard, and the hot liquid splashed out and over my hand. I let it burn me. I didn't care. I didn't make a sound as I stared at my hand and felt the sharp pain fade away gradually into a dull, not unpleasant, tingle. I looked up at Sebastian. I wanted to say so many things. But I had to be careful.
    “I don't think James would like that,” I said slowly. “Even though I would. Very much.”
    He looked up at me and I thought I might combust. His innocent gaze pushed through all my barriers. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
    “I have to go,” I said.
    His face fell. “But I just got here.”
    “Sebastian, if my cock gets any harder I won't be able to walk home. Or, I won't be able to walk home alone. I have to go…” I stood up. “I'll see you on Friday.”
    He nodded, his eyebrows knit with worry. “I'm sorry…”
    “Jesus, you are so sweet. Don't be fucking sorry. I honestly can't wait till Friday.” I leaned over and placed my hands on the table, so that my face was inches from his. “I can't wait to see what James is gonna do to you, or make me do to you…”
    His lips opened. It took everything I had not to kiss him.
    “Me too…” he said breathily, continuing to stare at me with those dark blue eyes. Husky eyes. The eyes of a loyal and true friend.
    I nodded and tore myself away. As I walked to the door, I glanced back at him. He watched me, his hands twisting the puppy dog hat as if he couldn’t think of anything else to do with them. Or could, but needed to occupy them otherwise.

CHAPTER THREE
    Preparations
    When I got home that evening, I rubbed one out in the shower, thinking of a twenty-four-year-old blond-haired blue-eyed boy tied up in bondage rope and fondled by strange men. I had to rub out another one after I went to bed, because I just couldn't get that image out of my head.
    Now I'd seen, I mean, actually seen , lots of guys in bondage rope. The fact that a visualization of someone I’d just met got me this worked up demonstrated just how much of an impression he’d made. The idea that I would be with him this weekend, and the anticipation of what we might do, leant to the excitement.
    Anyway, due to James’ stipulation about not coming, I couldn’t pleasure myself after tonight, so jerking off a couple of times made sense. I contemplated