“I don’t believe I told you that you could go finger-spelunking in my ass, Graham.”
He stopped smiling.
ASAP.
“Now, I do believe you know what is about to happen. Someone’s going to be punished. You ask your Top permission before doing anything you want. I see I’ve been too easygoing. That’s about to change.”
His heart skipped in his chest.
“Now, Graham, I think you know what I want, and exactly how I want it.”
Slowly, he nodded and then got off of his body to set him free. As soon as he did, Michael sat up and grabbed the man by the back of the hair.
He gasped and was roughly yanked to Michael’s body, where he kissed him.
Wickedly, his mouth destroyed Graham’s as he punished him for not remembering his manners.
Oh, well, he was teaching him a lesson.
It was one he knew the man loved.
Graham held onto him as his man drove him wild with that kiss. All he wanted was for him to keep going until they both forget everything around them.
Everything.
When the kiss was broken, Graham was breathing heavily again.
“Now, get over my lap, Graham. It seems you’re bold and need a reminder of the rules.”
Oh, holy shit.
He craved that more than anything in the whole world. He loved it when his husband put his big, beefy Marine hands on his cheeks.
“Yes, please,” he said.
The way he said it took everything Michael had not to break out laughing. Someone was so bold, and he loved him that way. There was no doubt in his mind who had all the control in this relationship.
And it wasn’t Michael.
That was for damn sure.
To be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way. What they had was special, and it made him feel loved. That was the best part of being with him.
Graham always made him feel when the world had taken that away from him.
As the man climbed over his lap, Michael slid his hand over his cheeks, cupping them. The whole time, Graham shook with desire.
Lust.
And.
Need.
“Please,” he begged.
Oh, well, Michael could do that.
He laid his hand on him, repetitively. In fact, he spanked him so much his pale flesh went bright red.