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undivided attention. When Roarke focused on him it made him feel like the most important person in the world.
    “Good. Stand for me, now. Nice and slow. I want to make sure you’re steady on your feet.”
    Sam rose as Roarke watched, ready to catch him if needed. Sam raised his head, thrusting his shoulders back, his feet shoulder-length apart.
    “Arms behind your head,” Roarke ordered, nodding with satisfaction when Sam immediately obeyed.
    “Very good.” Roarke moved to his cupboards, opening them to display the vast array of toys inside. He pulled out a flogger, a riding crop, a large anal plug and lubricant. As he walked back towards Sam he smiled.
    “Move to the spanking bench, pet, and lie stomach down over it.”
    Sam stepped over to the padded bench, laying himself over it. The bench stood slightly lower than hip level. Sam spread his legs without being asked, knowing what Roarke wanted.
    “Gorgeous. Do you enjoy being over my spanking bench, waiting for me to touch you, pet?”
    “Sometimes, Sir,” Sam answered honestly. Roarke chuckled and Sam was filled with a soft glow of satisfaction.
    “And that’s exactly how it should be, my love.” Roarke ran his hand over Sam’s back, moving down over his ass. He squeezed one cheek firmly, making Sam shudder. “What do you need, pet? Hmm?” he questioned quietly, dipping his hand lower to cup Sam’s balls.
    Sam’s breath grew faster, his cock straining with the need for release.
    “Whatever you wish to give me, Sir,” he replied with a gasp as Roarke’s hand tightened.
    “Good boy. I love having you like this, at my mercy. But you need to remember who is in charge, don’t you, my love?” Roarke moved his hand to squeeze the base of Sam’s cock; he ran his hand up and down the shaft. Sam barely held back a whimper, fighting to keep still. Having Roarke take charge like this always fired him up quickly, and the need seemed even more intense tonight.
    “Someone’s very eager, aren’t they?” Roarke murmured, continuing to pump Sam’s dick. “But you know it’s not going to be this easy, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Roarke stepped back and Sam arched, not wanting to lose his touch.
    Smack!
    A stinging pain in his right buttock made him cry out.
    “No moving. I’m not going to restrain you. Each time you move, I will stop and we will start all over again, understand?”
    Smack! Smack!
    Sam groaned. “Yes, Sir.” This was going to be hell, as least if he were restrained, he could react without thinking, but by demanding he remain still without restraints, Roarke was really testing his control.
    “Good.” Roarke spanked his ass, warming strokes that heated his skin and fired his arousal. Sam strained to stay still.
    By the time Roarke stopped, Sam felt on fire, his skin alive, his nerves, his senses all attuned to the man standing behind him.
    “Nice and blushing,” Roarke said with satisfaction. “Very good, pet, I’m proud of you for staying so still.”
    Sam warmed at the praise.
    “Now reach back and part those bottom cheeks for me,” Roarke demanded. Sam grasped his butt cheeks with his hands and pulled them apart, shivering, knowing Roarke was staring at his exposed asshole. Roarke didn’t move straight away, leaving Sam on tender-hooks, waiting, wondering when he was going to insert the plug.
    He nearly jolted right off the bench as Roarke ran his finger down the crack of Sam’s ass, pressing it ever so slightly inside his asshole before continuing on to cup his balls.
    Sam’s breath ran out of his lungs in a rush as Roarke repeated the movement, this time moving from Sam’s cock up to the top of his crack. Up, down, down, up, then repeat, and each time Roarke pressed his lubricated finger farther into Sam’s ass.
    “Please, Sir,” he cried out, unable to hold back any longer. The anticipation was killing him.
    “Please what, pet?” Roarke asked darkly, pushing his finger in deep.
    “I need more, Sir. I need