Mickey leaned close so his lips brushed over Roger’s ear when he said, “Who said I was done with your punishment?”
“Mmm, come on… please!”
Grinning, Mickey bit down on Roger’s neck as he raised his hand back to smack his ass again. Roger jerked beneath him, and Mickey used his weight to keep him pinned against the counter. “We’re not done yet, slut. No, no, no. Not yet.”
Roger’s head dropped, and he whined. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good. You’re right. I was so bad, master. So fuckin’ bad.”
Shifting his body over to leave the side of Roger’s ass exposed, Mickey spanked him hard. The sensation of Roger writhing against him was wonderful, and he spanked him again, even more viciously than before. Roger bucked up in protest, and Mickey was suddenly fighting to restrain him.
Struggling wildly, Roger cried, “No, no, no! Fuck! It’s too much!”
“Ah, ah. Come on.” Mickey grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair and pushed him back down. “You can take it. Be a good boy for me. Just relax.”
“I’m trying. Fuck, I’m trying so hard, master!”
“Don’t fuckin’ try. Just do it.” Mickey twisted his hair cruelly. “Now.”
Roger exhaled sharply and slowly went limp, closing his eyes. “Okay. I’ll be good. I’ll be so fuckin’ good.”
Mickey rubbed Roger’s cheek, and he couldn’t believe the heat. It was scorching hot like a sunburn, and he swore he could feel Roger’s pulse when he grabbed his ass. He spanked him, and Roger’s entire body jerked from the force of the blow.
No longer fighting, Roger laid there and took it with a soft moan, his eyes fluttering.
“There we go,” Mickey praised. “Such a good boy for me.” He smacked his ass again, watching the blush in Roger’s cheeks deepen. He smacked him a few more times, one right after another, and he loved the desperate little moans Roger made every time Mickey spanked him so brutally.
“I’m being good, I’m being so fuckin’ good,” Roger was chanting. “I’m a good boy.”
“Yes, you are.” Mickey beamed. He was so proud of Roger for taking this last wave of spanks so well, and he petted his stinging cheeks reverently. “You did so very well for me. Gold star for you, little boy.”
“Mmm, does this mean…” Roger lifted his head, peering hopefully up at Mickey. “Does this mean you’re gonna fuck me now, master?”
Mickey grinned wickedly. “Who said I was done with your punishment?”
“Oh, God.”
“Uh huh.” Mickey leaned back, pulling his hands away. “We’ve got plenty of time before the food is ready.”
“Tell me what to do,” Roger hissed. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“Bedroom. Now.” Mickey held up his hand when Roger tried to follow. He pointed down. “Crawl.”
Roger’s eyes widened. “You want me to what now?”
“Crawl. On your hands and knees. But do take your time. Wouldn’t want you scuffing up those precious knees.” Mickey winked and strolled back to his bedroom.
He slipped out of his underwear and sat on the edge of his bed, stroking himself. His head was light from the rush of power he always got with Roger, and his cock flexed when he saw him at the doorway.
On his hands and knees as ordered, Roger came slinking toward him like a cat with his ass arched high. His cock was still hard, bobbing between his legs as he moved. “Like this, master? Is this what you wanted?”
“Very good,” Mickey praised. “You look so pretty down there.”
Roger pushed up between Mickey’s knees, sliding his hands up his thighs. “Thank you.”
Mickey petted Roger’s hair, and he took a moment to admire him. Roger was incredibly beautiful. He had the kinda mug that belonged on a magazine cover, but kneeling before Mickey was a pretty damn good place for him to be too.
“Do you want my mouth, master?” Roger flicked out his tongue.
“Oh, now I know how good that mouth is, but no. Not yet.” Mickey patted the bed. “Come up here with me.”
