Page 111 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Oh, going for the whole mononymous vibes.” He nodded, practically ready to give me a lecture on the qualifications for only being known by one name. “I dig it.”

“You’re still far too chatty.”

“I believe there was a promise of screaming.”

“More of a threat.”

“Yes, please.”

I tore at his clothes, watching him giggle and roll on the floor as I stripped him. Once I had him on his stomach with his ass exposed, I slapped it.

“Behave, misfit.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“Then I’m gonna have to teach you some respect.”

“You know I love a good lesson.”

I smiled down at him, playing with his cheeks and spreading them.

“I love you, Wally.”

“I love you too, Bez.”

THE END

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