“Mine.” Roger groaned, lifting his head and chomping down on Mickey’s neck.
Okay, that fuckinghurt. Mickey didn’t mind some occasional love nibbles, but he swore Roger was trying to take flesh.
“You bitch!” Mickey grabbed Roger’s hair and pulled him off, turning his face to shove him down into the bed. He checked his neck to see if he was bleeding.
Roger laughed, letting out another delicious groan as Mickey rolled him over to pin him down face first. “Oh, there we go. There he is… my little monster.”
Mickey twisted Roger’s arm behind his back to keep him there, and the urge to punish him was becoming irresistible. He had to show Roger that kinda bullshit wasn’t acceptable, and he wasn’t going to tolerate it.
Roger was practically writhing beneath him, and his perfect ass was right there, pale and round and so very vulnerable.
“Now, you listen to me. I’m not going to put up with your shit, do you understand?” Mickey pushed Roger’s wrist up into the crook of his shoulder and reared back with his other hand. “I might be your monster, but this monster expects you to fuckin’ behave. Like right fuckin’ now, you’re gonna take your punishment like a good little boy or you’re gonna get nothin’.”
Yes. This was it. This was exactly what Roger needed.
To be spanked,punished, to be put into his place.
Mickey’s palm came down on Roger’s ass, but the angle was all wrong. He didn’t get the singular smacking sound he was hoping for, and Roger only mildly jerked in response.
“Really?” Huffing in what must have been disappointment, Roger drawled, “I canceled getting my nails done for this?”
That smart-ass little remark made Mickey even more furious, and something inside of him snapped. It reminded him of the rush he got right before a job, and he had no idea why. From the moment he’d met Roger, all he’d done was piss Mickey off.
He was tired of him acting like all of this was a joke or some sort of game, and he was determined to make him answer for every offense.
Mickey brought his hand back again and spanked Roger’s round ass so hard his palm stung. The sound of colliding skin was like a firecracker popping, and Roger’s ensuing moan was absolutely erotic.
“Oh, fuck!” Roger whimpered, his swagger reduced once more to soft pleading. “Ow, okay, okay. Mmmph, message received. I need to be good for you. I can be so good. No more bullshit, I’ll be so damn good for you.”
“Can you, though? Really?” Mickey brought his hand down again with another wicked smack. He could feel Roger’s entire body stiffen and buck up against him, and the resulting thrill was incredible. Mickey was powerful, in absolute control, and Roger was totally at his mercy.
“Yes! Fuck!” Roger cried out, his hips shaking as he squirmed against Mickey’s grip. “I’m sorry! Mmm, I’m so sorry. I can’t help it. I know I was bad. I was so fuckin’ bad.”
“You’ve been a fuckin’ brat from the second I met you,” Mickey went on, spanking Roger again. “But it’s okay. You’re gonna learn, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Roger’s cheek was turning a beautiful shade of pink, he smothered a small sob into the mattress. “I can learn. Please, Mickey.”
Mickey stroked Roger’s ass, amazed at how quickly his own handprint was appearing there. He could see each individual finger and the heat, wow, was surprising. He could only imagine what it was like for Roger, and he reached between his legs to grope his cock.
“No… don’t. Don’t do that.” Roger tried to wiggle away, but Mickey held him firmly.
“You’re so hard,” Mickey taunted, giving Roger’s dick a rough squeeze. “You like this, don’t you? Getting your sweet little ass spanked? Hmm?”
“Fuck off!” Roger panted. “I don’t! But I wanna be good! Just, just let me be good for you!”
“Not until you take your punishment, slut.” Mickey grabbed Roger’s balls and tugged, enjoying another sultry moan before raising his hand to spank him again. He loved the sound of his hand smacking against Roger’s ass, and the immediate response was addictive. He could bend Roger to his will, make him do whatever he wanted, and punish him thoroughly for being such a brat.
After another sound spank, Mickey reached down to squeeze Roger’s cock. The heat of it was comparable to the reddening handprints he was leaving all over Roger’s ass, and he slipped his thumb over the head. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Mmm, just a little bit more, and maybe you’ve learned your lesson, huh?”
“Fuck… yes.” Roger sounded weak, broken, and he cried when Mickey stroked his dick. “I’m so very sorry. I fucked up. I fucked up so much. I’ll be good, okay? I swear.”
“I don’t know.” Mickey grabbed Roger’s blushing cheek, enjoying the scorching heat he’d left behind in the wake of the spanking. Having power over someone else like this was incredible. “You’re a fuckin’ disrespectful little slut.”
“But I can be good!” Roger pleaded. “Please, please! Mickey, I’ll be so good!”
“Then be good… and take your punishment.”
Every sob and moan Roger uttered only spurred Mickey on, swinging with all his strength. He smacked Roger’s ass so hard that his hand was tingling, and he shivered at how Roger moaned in reply.
