Page 20 of Mafia King

Keep clear.

Nikolai Chekov is the kind of trouble no one needs. But the job and the sudden, sharp want in his body drown it out.

Theo looks up at him.

“I need something from you,” Theo says, his heart racing.

Nikolai waits, silent.

Theo turns slowly, presenting the curve of his ass. He plants his hands on the back of the couch and glances over his shoulder.

“I n-n-n-n-need to be disciplined,” Theo says, his voice trembling just a touch as his head spins dizzy with a combination of shock at his own behavior.

The air in the room changes. Nikolai’s hands settle on his hips without hesitation. He unbuttons Theo’s jeans, draws the zip down, and works the denim and his simple black briefs down his thighs in one smooth motion until they pool at his ankles.

Cool air kisses the bare skin of his backside.

Theo feels exposed, open, already hard as his cock bobs and bounces in front of him, desperate to feel the first spank and the pain Theo knows will come with it.

Nikolai guides him forward until his hips rest against the firm edge of the couch. One broad hand settles between his shoulder blades, pressing him down. The other lifts and comes down hard across the fullest part of his right cheek.

“You understand what you’re asking for?” Nikolai growls.

“Y-y-y-yes,” Theo answers, his cock throbbing and his heart racing.

“Good,” Nikolai answers, a hint of pure wicked lust in his gravelly voice. “And no touching that tiny little erection, boy. Not unless you want the crop.”

Theo closes his eyes and tries to control his breathing. But it’s too late. The game has begun…

The sound of the first spank cracks through the empty apartment.

Theo gasps. Heat blooms instantly.

Nikolai spanks Theo again, left cheek this time, then returns to the right.

Steady. Measured. Each impact lands with deliberate force, the kind that stings deep and spreads warmth through his core.

Nikolai does not rush. He does not speak. He simply works Theo’s ass with controlled precision until both cheeks burn and the wetness between his thighs becomes impossible to ignore.

“Awwwww,” Theo cries, not so subtly grinding himself against the firm but smooth back of the couch. “I’m naughty. I d-d-d-deserve this. I need it.”

Theo’s breath turns ragged as he speaks. His fingers dig into the couch cushions. Every sharp crack of his palm sends another pulse of need straight to his dick.

He is already close—too close—when Nikolai lands three harder spanks in quick succession across the sensitive lower curve where ass meets thigh. Theo’s balls tighten as every inch of him comes alive, from the tip of this dick head all the way to his fingers and back again.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Theo groans. “I….”

The orgasm hits without warning.

He cries out, body tightening, thighs shaking as pleasure rolls through him in hard waves as his cock spurts its seed.

Nikolai keeps one hand firm on Theo’s back, holding him in place while the last tremors fade. Only then does he ease Theo upright then guide him down onto the couch beside him.

Theo curls against his side, still breathing hard.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Theo says, his cheeks flushed red and his whole body vibrating with lust and animalistic heat.

“You let yourself be your true self,” Nikolai answers. “I knew you were different. You should accept it. Allow yourself to be truly free.”