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Master Thomas gave him more, biting at his lips, pulling his hair and pushing further against his balls.
The pleasure and pain combination was perfect, sending Hank’s body into a riot of confusion. Did he hurt?Did he feel amazing?Both, oh my God!The obvious strength Master Thomas wielded, yet for the most part held at bay, was an incredible aphrodisiac.
A harsh tug at his hair made Hank arch his neck.
“Perfect,” Master Thomas murmured. “I should have listened to my instincts. You caught my eye long before this.”
“Master Thomas?” Hank wasn’t in any shape to follow that train of thought. His voicewas barely more than a rasp of air.
“I thought you were too experienced for a Dom like me, one who hadn’t been in the lifestyle for very long. Thought you wouldn’t want me. Seems I was wrong,” Master Thomas said.
Master Thomas kissed him again, a short, sharp bite of ownership. “I kept thinking I needed a sub as new at this as I was. Someone I could train myself. Again, I was wrong, and I thinkI’ve made enough confessions for now.” He stepped back. “Strip and put your clothes away.”
Hank tried to comply, but his hands shook and his legs were unsteady.
Master Thomas took him by one elbow. “When you can walk, that is.”
Hank really liked the smugness in Master Thomas’ tone. It made him happy, and also made him feel valuable. He’d helped shake Master Thomas out of his funk.
After amoment, Hank nodded. “I think I’m good, Master Thomas.”
“Good boys get spanked,” Master Thomas mused as he let go of Hank.
Hank gulped and clenched his ass. Spankings were one of his favorite things in the entire world.
“You may call me Master, or Master Thomas,” Master Thomas added. “But you don’t have to use my name as well.”
“Yes, Master Thomas. Thank you.” Hank smiled at him but kept hisgaze averted. “Thank you.”
“You’re a good boy,” Master said, and Hank didn’t mind being called a boy by someone younger than him. It wasn’t about age, but about the exchange of power, and Master wasn’t denigrating him in any manner.
“Thank you, Master.” Hank strode over to the small shelving unit on the far wall and quickly began to remove his clothes.
“I’ve changed my mind. Leave the chapson,” Master Thomas ordered. “They frame your ass exquisitely.”
Hank’s breath hitched as he tugged his underwear off. He wasn’t wearing a lot, so getting naked and putting up his clothing hardly took any time at all.
“Present yourself,” Master Thomas said. “I want you standing for a thorough inspection.”
His deep, rich voice thrilled Hank as much as the command itself. He slipped into position,his feet spaced right at shoulder width apart, arms clasped behind his back. He kept his gaze down and shoulders up, waiting, hoping he pleased his Master.
“Hm.” Master Thomas didn’t move for several seconds, but Hank noticed the bulging cock pushing against Master Thomas’ black leather pants. That had to mean he was pleased with Hank.
“You are very thin, yet proportionate. I approve, and Iam going to touch you however I want to,” Master Thomas said, while at the same time touching Hank. He ran one hand down the length of Hank’s left arm. “You do have some definition without the bulk.”
Hank pressed his lips together so he didn’t contradict Master Thomas. There was no definition to speak of, at least not in Hank’s opinion.Nope, I’m just too skinny.
Master Thomas growled and Hankshivered.
“You don’t believe me,” Master Thomas said. “I can tell by the way your mouth puckered up. Are you thinking that I’m a liar, sub?” Master Thomas swatted him hard across the ass.
Hank whimpered as pleasure engulfed him.
Master Thomas spanked him again and he yelped before trying to gather his wits lest he disappoint Master Thomas. It only took one glance at Master’s narrowed eyesfor Hank to find the words he needed.
“It isn’t that. It’s just, aren’t we always our harshest critics? Especially when it comes to body image. I’ve been told, more than once, that I’m too skinny or I must have an eating disorder or a tapeworm. That makes me want to vomit, because a worm inside me? Ew. And I don’t have an eating disorder. I’m just very thin, and I see that. I buy my clothes andI—”
The rest of his words were swallowed by Master Thomas as he kissed Hank with every bit of the power Hank needed him to exert. At the same time, Master grabbed two handfuls of Hank’s ass and squeezed hard enough that there’d be marks. As he kissed Hank with more force, Master began slapping and kneading Hank’s butt, heating the skin up and driving Hank wild with desire.
