“Turn around, bend over, and show me your ass.”
“Spanking?”
He nodded. “Disobedience, sweating at me, and your unchecked desire.”
“My what?”
“Bend over.”
I turned around to follow his orders, bending and exposing my ass in my shorts. “Like this?”
He whipped the shorts down to my ankles. I looked back and watched him on his knees at my ass. “Remember when you were my little toy?” he asked, his face against my ass, his cheek to my cheek. “Remember when we went on that shopping spree, and I fucked you so hard against that changing room mirror that it broke?”
My cock was rock solid now. He knew what he was doing to me. His little alarm system was going wild. “You want me to act up?” I whispered.
“I was kinda expecting it,” he said. “Now, arch that back like a good boy, like I know you can for me.” His hand slipped up my back and down again, pushing it into an arching slope. “You’re so good for your Master.”
“Sir,” I whimpered, playing my part. “What if people hear?”
Most of the sound was obscured with the sound of water, but also the HVAC system in place to reduce some of the steam.
He rubbed a hand on my ass. “If people hear, they know I’m doing a good job.” And the first spank came.He gave me three more after it, each one with a little more of a sting to it than the last. I gasped and moaned at each of them.
“Are we going to—”
He winked at me before undressing. “No, I’m going to take a shower. Which is what you should be doing,” he said, snatching the towel in the cubby—my towel. I was left bent over the small bench, my cock leaking precum, and he’d left me.
I stomped out of the cubical into the tile hallway. Donovan’s back on display with the silver scars I’d etched into him. “Get back here and fuck me,” I demanded.
8. DONOVAN
I marched back to the changing stall with force, seeing Artemis stood there for everyone to see his naked body, especially when he was hard. It’s what I’d had in mind, I couldn’t lie, I wanted him to want me, still, after everything, and here he was demanding it.
Back into the stall, Artemis’s chest was going wild as he held his tongue, trying his best not to say something. All those nights sleeping on the hard floor, showering on his hand and knees, forced to eat what he was told. He was absolutely mine.
“You don’t make demands,” I told him.
“You took my towel.” He snatched it out of my grasp. “And—and—” His eyes looking me up and down.
“You’ve seen me naked most days,” I said. “Come on. What’s gotten you all hot and bothered?” I placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed it up to his neck where it took hold. “You need to shave.”
“No,” he growled. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Here?” I asked. “Dropmytowel, and get on your knees.”
After dropping the towel, I let got of him and he went down to his knees. My cock practically slapping him in the face, and every time he reached for it, I shook my head. “Please.”
“Ok, we’re finally getting somewhere,” I said.
“Please, Sir, can I touch your cock?”
“Of course, deep throat it.”
There was no working down from the tip with gentle licks, he took my entire cock to the back of his throat and he was so good, not letting his teeth make too much contact. His tongue, however, was working overtime like he was trying to make a heart from a cherry stem, he was doing tricks on my shaft.
I rested a hand on the back of his head as he went to town, sucking me off. His heart rate monitor on the tablet was a quiet beeping now, used to it like an echo on the floor with my clothes.
“Fuck me,” he begged again.
