Page 32 of M.M. Scrooge
The apartment door swings open.
A loud thwack sounds as my palm hits flesh and is muffled as my hand stays where it lands. I freeze.
A man as large as me shuts the door with a click.
My breath catches in my throat. Fuck. Caught red-handed. And red-assed on Ash’s part.
I blink, mouth hanging open as the man saunters toward us, his expression impossible to read. Ash tenses and rises to his elbows, looking at the newcomer. I can’t see his face at this angle, but I wish I could read him for clues.
The man, the boyfriend I assume, tilts his head, unimpressed. “You must be Max.”
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Max
It’s beena while since I was this uncomfortable, and I’m a guy who had a metal rod up his cock a mere couple of hours ago, so that’s saying something. “Uh, yeah. I’m Max.”
“I’m Drake.” His glower intensifies. “Why are you spanking my boyfriend?”
“He asked me to?” Why does that come out like a question? Ash did ask me to.
Drake tsks, and his pale eyes focus on the squirming man in my lap. “Ash, this wasn’t part of the plan.”
What plan?The urge to shove Ash off my lap wars with the urge to smack him again just to see what Drake will do. Curiosity is going to get me into so much trouble.
“Maybe not part ofyourplan, but I’m into it,” Ash whines, wriggling his red ass under my palm as if pleading for more. “Besides, you’re late. We had to start without you.”
Drake, who’s dressed in a navy suit with a lavender tie, unbuttons his jacket where he stands. My gut does a little flip. Did they really plan this? He doesn’t look angry, but he isn’t happy either.
I stare my fill. His short, dirty-blond hair is combed back and kept in place with something that lends it a sleek shine. His face is all hard angles and pale stubble, giving him a harsh air, but that purple tie tones it down. Hard-asses don’t wear purple. It’s a rule.
“Brat,” he says to Ash as he comes closer. His eyes meet mine, and there’s a certain roguishness I find appealing despite his size.
I tend to go for smaller men. At first out of necessity because most men are smaller than me, but now out of habit. An acquired taste. But Drake? He probably outweighs me by fifty pounds. He’s that big.
“Did you even tell him your safe word?”
“Max isn’t going to hurt me. He doesn’t have it in him.” Ash sounds sure about that, and while he’s right—I wasn’t planning on hurting him—the fact that he doubts that I could irks me. I give his ass a pinch for the insult. He flinches. “Hey!”
“You may think he deserved that, but don’t do it again.” Drake’s voice remains calm, even while he’s chastising me. “Ash likes to be spanked. He doesn’t like to be pinched. I’ll make the decisions from here. Ash, get up, please.”
Ash climbs out of my lap, leaving me a split second to adjust the semi I’ve got trapped in my jeans before Drake notices.
Naked and with both butt cheeks a bright, rosy pink, Ash sidles up to Drake and tips his face for a kiss. Drake cups his nape and lays one on him, controlling the exchange and tucking Ash against his massive chest.
I’m on edge, nerves and unease settling in my gut. I sit in the middle of their plush leather couch. What am I doing here anyway? Punishment? A lesson? I’m not learning anything watching the two of them make out like teenagers on prom night.
Ash works Drake’s fly open and tugs out his cock. Hismassivecock. Jesus. He could use that thing as a baseball bat.
At this point, watching feels like voyeurism, so I turn my head and stare at the blank screen of the TV.
“Uh-uh,” says Drake. “Eyes on us. You may have gotten carried away before my arrival, but everything is back on track now. What’s your safe word?”
Ash sinks gracefully to his knees, and both our jaws unhinge. Mine because what the hell do I need a safe word for? And Ash’s because, well, massive cock.Massive.
“I don’t have one.”
Drake threads his hands in Ash’s long hair and guides his movements.
