He began snapping the latex against Aaron’s buttocks at as rapid a rate as possible. Miniscule blooms of pain covered Aaron’s skin, there and gone again in an instant, but somehow still contributing to his overall arousal. And as Blake got into his stride, the snaps grew harder and more focussed. It still wasn’t anything like a spanking, even a gentle one, but the quirky, novelty nature of what they were doing certainly appealed to Aaron’s adventurous side.

After a couple more minutes, Blake made a sound of disgust, and stopped. The barest hint of heat emanated from Aaron’s bottom. “Humph,” Blake said, “well that wasn’t quite what I’d expected. It was fun in a way, I admit, but I’d much rather take my hand to your arse and give you a good hiding.”

That’d teach him to underestimate Blake’s creativity.

In spite of the creativity, though, the sensation hadn’t been anything to write home about. The most fleeting impression of pain, and then it was gone. And so weak that it barely registered on his threshold—which admittedly, was very high. It had to be, with a six-feet-four, deceptively strong Dom.

Still, they were just fooling around, and if Blake didn’t feel he was getting the right effect from the glove, he’d soon abandon it. So Aaron stood patiently, his nerve endings sparking and his pulse pounding in his ears, waiting for his lover’s next move.

Apparently, Blake wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

Preparing himself for the command to bend over, Aaron stuck his arse out a little.

“Oh,” Blake said curtly, his voice coming from behind Aaron. “Presenting me with a target, are you? That’s handy.”

A target?

There was another snapping sound, then the tiniest of stings on the fleshiest part of Aaron’s right bum cheek. It took him a good couple of seconds to realise what had happened—Blake was stretching the glove away from his skin, then letting it go, almost like flicking him with an elastic band. Huh—so there was another erotic use for latex gloves, after all.

The unmistakable snap of latex jerked Aaron out of his reverie. Oh! His cock throbbed, and he felt wetness seeping from its tip. Was he about to have his prostate examined? Manipulated? He grinned. It sure wouldn’t be the first time, with or without gloves. Fingers, toys, tongues, cocks… with Blake as a boyfriend, he was definitely no stranger to anal play.

“Shut up,” Blake growled in his ear, giving his backside a swat. “I’m sticking with a theme here, and unless you want a pair of socks tied around your damn head, the tie was the best I could come up with. Besides, it’ll be way more fun if you don’t see what I’m going to get out of my pocket next.”

“Yes, Sir.” Aaron bit his lip, his imagination on the cusp of running away with him. If Blake was sticking with the doctor theme, then what on earth was next? There were several items that sprung to mind, but he couldn’t think of obvious sexual uses for any of them. Checking Aaron’s temperature or using a tongue depressor on him was unlikely to get either of them going.

But he wouldn’t even try to escape—where would be the fun in that? If Blake wanted to play around with a doctor fantasy—was it even still a fantasy if your lover was a real-life doctor?—then Aaron was more than happy to go along with it. Such was their commitment to their D/s games that if Blake told Aaron to put his hands behind his back and not move them, then that’s what he would do. So bondage wasn’t necessary, just fun. And hot.

Blake then did something completely unexpected. He undid his tie and used it to carefully blindfold Aaron.

“Who do you think you are, Christian bloody Grey?” Aaron couldn’t help saying, his incredulity plain.