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“Here you are.”
Not the most enthusiastic welcome, but maybe that was too much to expect, given Roman’s mental state.
Caleb closed the distance between them and sat beside Roman on the bed. “You still up for some fun together?”
“You mean me using you.”
Caleb ignored the sharpness of that statement. “Use me, dominate me, fuck me, whatever.”
Now Roman looked up, his dark eyes brooding. “You truly don’t have a preference?”
“Of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m putting pressure on you.”
Roman sat up a little straighter, and some of his tiredness faded while a sparkle glimmered in his eyes. “Which I appreciate. So tell me. If you could choose, what would you have me do right now? If you knew I would say yes.”
The air was thick with unsaid words, heavy with a tension that begged to be unraveled. Caleb swallowed. “A spanking.”
“A spanking? That’s not what I expected.”
“You thought I’d have you whip me or something?”
“Whip? Jesus, no. More like… I don’t know. Something more serious.”
“Oh, I take spankings very seriously. When done right, they’re incredibly rewarding and erotic. And they’re intimate and perfect for beginners. It’s really hard to fuck up a spanking.”
Roman chuckled. “You’ve given this some thought.”
“You’re new to this. Of course I would name something I think you’d be good at.”
“You think I’d be good at spanking you?”
Caleb deliberately lowered his voice. “I think you’d excel at it. Sir.”
Roman cleared his throat. “Oh, you’re good at this. Very persuasive. Especially the way you just called me Sir.”
“You liked that?”
“I think we both know I did…which is why you did it.”
“Maybe, but I also meant it. I don’t call just anyone Sir.”
“That I believe.”
Caleb shifted on the edge of Roman’s bed, the tension between them thick enough to slice through. He trailed his hand down his torso as if he were caressing himself. “Impact play, a firm hand on my ass, me at the mercy of my Dom… It makes my blood sing.”
The words rang out, unapologetic and raw. Caleb watched Roman process them with that analytical mind of his. “It’s more than pain. It’s sensation, control, release. I don’t need promises, Roman. Just…your hand, my skin, our connection.”
Roman’s breath hitched, and his throat bobbed with his swallow. The room seemed to shrink, the world outside disappearing as they got locked into their own universe.
“You really want me to spank you?” Roman asked, his voice rough like gravel.
“Does that idea appeal to you, Sir?”
He knew he wasn’t playing fair. He’d already seen the evidence of Roman’s arousal, but he had zero regrets.
“You know it does, you sneaky tease. A more skeptical man than me would call it manipulation. You’re playing with fire.”
He should’ve known Roman would see through him. He didn’t sound angry, though. “I don’t mind getting burned a little, Sir. And if you wanted to punish me for, you know, being a tease, I wouldn’t object to that either.”
