Obey Me

William felt his insides quiver.  This wasn't the first time that Reed had 
made him feel such a mass of confusion; it wouldn't be the last. Was it 
arousal? Was it trepidation? 

How many times had he thought, if only I could see his face? But William 
knew, that it wouldn't make a difference to that confusing feeling Reed 
evoked; to the love, patience, understanding of their relationship.

Reed's voice spoke more than words.  A few words held more than volumes 
of encyclopedias. A few words held more emotions than could be defined.

"Obey me," he said softly.