“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.

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.