Epilogue
They had dinner upstairs at Indiscreet and made love slowly and thoroughly. Cisco took out the thick linked gold collar with a small padlock that sat in a box along with a heavy gold band. “Will you be mine?” Cisco asked. “We can arrange a ceremony in New York City with our friends in attendance.”
“Anything you want Master, everything I have is yours.”
Cisco removed the white peasant’s shirt that graced Greg’s shoulders and undid the buckles on the soft Italian leather pants. He began to kiss Greg’s face, eyes and shoulders. He bit his neck and brought up his hand to squeeze Greg’s n*****s. Greg moaned.
“Master, touch me, please.” Greg looked up for permission and took off his Master’s black silk shirt and leather pants. He moved his head down and kissed along Cisco’s shoulder
