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said it
    anyway: “You could have had me weeks ago.”
    “Not the way I wanted. I want you to belong to me.”
    Takumi remembered Asai’s question at the hotel: Do you belong
    to someone?
    “I want that too,” he said.
    “I wonder if you know what it means.”
    “Show me?”
    Asai moved his hand around from Takumi’s shoulder to his chest.
    Takumi began to be aroused, and remembered that he was still naked.
    Asai only had to look down to see the effect that he was having. But
    this time, Takumi didn’t try to hide.
    Fingers brushed against his nipple, then gripped it hard, nails
    digging in. Takumi gasped.
    “Do you like that?”
    “Yes,” Takumi whispered.
    “If I put clamps on you there…”
    “Oh, yes.” He felt his cock hardening at the thought.
    Asai reached for Takumi’s shorts and helped him into them,
    easing them carefully over the thigh where the shark had ripped his

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    flesh. Then he picked up Riku, took Takumi’s hand and led him to the
    house.
    “Go to your room,” he said. He made it sound like a punishment.
    “I’ll come up when I’m ready and take possession of you there.”
    Breathless, Takumi climbed the stairs and sat on the edge of his
    bed, waiting. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted
    Asai at that moment. He understood that Asai had seen this in him
    from the beginning, and had been waiting until Takumi was willing to
    stop hiding. It was exciting, but it was also frightening, entering the
    unknown.
    He had left the bedroom door open. Asai was talking to Victoria.
    He could hear the voices but not the words. It was lunchtime: would
    she be upset that they weren’t going to eat whatever she had prepared?
    Now she was leaving. Asai would have asked her to take Riku. They
    were alone in the house.
    Takumi heard footsteps on the stairs. Asai came in wearing a
    black undershirt and loose pants. He dropped his keys on Takumi’s
    desk and came over to the bed.
    He had Takumi write a safe word on paper, which he read and
    then left on the desk with his keys. He told Takumi that if he couldn’t
    say the word for any reason – like if he was wearing a gag – he should
    make a noise like a dolphin call.
    Then Asai said, “Stand up.”
    Takumi stood. Asai folded the handmade shades-of-blue quilt and
    took it off the bed. The sheet beneath was cream cotton. Asai replaced
    it with a black sheet from Takumi’s closet.
    He had Takumi lie on his left side and applied disinfectant to the
    gash on his thigh. The disinfectant stung, but it felt kind of good too.
    Knowing that Asai was caring for him, and that he wasn’t leaving it to
    the salt water to prevent any infection, reassured him.
    “You like that, don’t you?” Asai said. “Don’t fight the pain. It will
    feel so much better for us both if you submit.”

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    When the wound was cleaned, he closed it with glue and covered
    the area with a large Band-Aid. Then he sat beside Takumi on the
    edge of the bed – Takumi was still wearing his shorts – looked into his
    eyes, and kissed him.
    Asai’s lips were soft, his tongue hard and insistent. He buried one
    hand in Takumi’s hair and let the other explore his chest and
    underarms. But when Takumi went to do the same thing, his hands
    were pushed down.
    “Let me have control,” Asai said. He went on stroking Takumi as
    he spoke. “If I want you to do something, I’ll tell you. I won’t do
    anything you can’t handle, and if anything goes wrong, you have your
    safe word. Use it if you really need to, but if you are just not sure that
    you like what I’m doing, it’s better to submit. That’s the major thing
    you need to learn to do. Don’t be afraid that it will stop you having
    power in the relationship. That’s not how it works at all. We’ll talk
    everything over and you can tell me what you liked and didn’t like,
    and what your fantasies are, but we’ll do that