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Sherlock sat on the table, waiting for the "Rubber Dino" to join him again. It's was his fourth evening in a row, much to the amusement of the receptionist.
Anderson, as he did every evening, stood in the doorway and surveyed Sherlock. One night, he thought, I might just walk away, but not tonight. It had started to become a sort of ritual game of chicken. The truth was, Anderson was getting attached to the scenario and didn't want it to stop. They were only four nights in, but Anderson couldn't stop thinking about the lithe figure naked under his control. He had other clients, of course, but he looked forward to Sherlock the most. In fact, he'd even cancelled on someone for this session.
Anderson picked up a thin padded mat as he crossed to the table. "Stand." He commanded and arranged it on the table. "Up and kneel." Sherlock obeyed, he had disassociated Anderson at the yard from Anderson master of leather. Today, he was going to be granted some form of penetration.
Anderson paused before starting the session properly. "Sherlock, when you're panting and groaning, I want you to call me Philip. Do you understand?"
Sherlock looked up at him surprised, but nodded. He couldn't wait to get started.