“Thank you, Sir. I aim to please.”

“And you always succeed, too. My cock’s rock hard just looking at you. I can’t wait to stick it inside that delicious tight arsehole of yours. But first, I think those cheeks need a little more colour…”

Aaron’s erection twitched, but otherwise he gave no indication of how much he ached for what Blake was going to do. He remained motionless, waiting.

Blake took hold of the ends of the stethoscope and used it to lead Aaron towards the bed. Guiding Aaron into place, with the fronts of his naked thighs resting against the side of the mattress, Blake then shoved at his shoulders, bending him over.

Bound, blindfolded and with his arse thrust rudely into the air, heat crept over Aaron’s skin. Heat that was nothing to do with the sort-of spanking he’d been given, and everything to do with whatever Blake was going to dish out next. Would he give out the hiding he’d mentioned, or did he have something else in mind?

“Fucking hell, Aaron,” Blake said, his voice coming from somewhere to Aaron’s right, “you look so fucking hot like that. Arse sticking out, all the goods on display, just waiting for me. I hardly know where to begin.”

“Be my guest, Sir,” Aaron replied.

A moment later and a rough hand gripped Aaron’s chin. Warm breath caressed his lips, and the scent of the wine they’d drunk in the restaurant reached his nostrils. “I think I might just do that. But first…” Not releasing his grip on Aaron’s chin, Blake captured his lips in a harsh kiss that was more a clashing of lips, tongue and teeth than anything else. It certainly wasn’t a romantic gesture. Blake possessed Aaron’s mouth fully, sucking and nipping and thrusting, before jerking away, leaving Aaron breathless and swaying slightly.