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a veneer, and the real sub lurked just beneath. But he wanted the guy hooked first. He wanted to suck and fuck Lucas Jenkins with his tongue. Thank god he didn’t say it out loud, but he came pretty darn close.
    He followed Lucas into the men’s room to take what he wanted. Lucas was blotting his shirt with a damp paper towel when Mitch shut and locked the door behind him. He spun Lucas around and pinned him against the cool tile wall. Tongues met and danced. Beneath Mitch’s jeans his cock lengthened, forcing his groin at Lucas, pushing the other man harder against the wall. He heard Lucas groan, and he took a handful of the other man’s hair. “Your dick and mouth are mine. I’ve wanted them since the moment I spotted you in line.”
    “A whole five minutes huh?”
    “Stop talking and show me what you can do,” Mitch ordered.
     
     
    Mitch couldn’t help laughing aloud about the memory. After that night in the coffee shop they were inseparable. Finally he pulled up in front of the law firm. Before getting out of his car he noticed all the lights were off. Where’s Lucas? He sure hoped his lover was home. Submissives, by their nature, often needed extra care and attention. He would always worry because he loved Lucas. Nothing was going to change that.
     
    *****
     
    Mitch entered the house; and threw his keys on the kitchen counter like always. He spotted the shrimp dinner from his favorite restaurant and smiled. Lucas was home early. Next to the take out was a note.
     
    Master,
    I know I haven’t been a very good slave lately. I’m in the playroom waiting on my punishment.
    Your slave, Lucas.
     
    Mitch took his time to enjoy his dinner and a beer. He’d make Lucas wait; one of the hardest lessons for a slave was waiting and patience. Finally, he walked down the hall to the playroom, opened the door and found Lucas naked with his head to the floor. Beside his slave was a wooden paddle.
    “I see you picked a paddle for me already, slave. I think using a whip on you fits the punishment more.”
    “Yes, Master. Should I get the whip instead?”
    “No. Stay where you are, slave. I’ll use the paddle first then the whip if I see you need it. I should give you one smack for every time I jerked off thinking about you when I wanted to be fucking you instead.”
    “Master, may I ask a question?”
    “Yes, slave.”
    “How many smacks would that be?” Lucas asked as Mitch bit him on the earlobe.
    “Let’s just say more than ten, less than seventy-five.” His laughter floated up from his throat.
    “Oh.”
    “Or I could give you a smack for every time you didn’t come home before midnight.” He breathed heavy into Lucas’s ear. “Get up, lean across the table for me.” Mitch watched as his slave and lover did as he was told.
    “Spread your legs, slave.” Lucas whimpered but did as he was told, and Mitch couldn’t resist the urge to run his hands over the smooth globes of Lucas’s perfect ass. Mitch smacked him ten times then put the paddle down. “I’m going to go easy on you this time.”
    He spread his lover’s cheeks further apart and knuckled his hole. Lucas whimpered again, this time louder. With one hand Mitch grabbed Lucas’s sweat-damp hair, pulling his head to the side so he could take advantage of his neck. He leaned over, breathing in his lover’s scent before biting Lucas in the sweet, tangy curve.
    Lucas moaned and, after a few seconds, Mitch pulled away. “That ass is mine, slave. And I want it now.” He glanced down at his slave’s cock which stood at attention. He wrapped his fingers around Lucas’s shaft and stroked him lightly. “Did you hear me, slave?”
    “Yes, fuck yes…”
    “Yes, what?
    “Yes, Master.”
    “That’s better. I was going to go easy on you, but I’ve changed my mind. Ten more smacks, and this time I want to hear you count them. If you miss one, I’ll start all over.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Ready?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Mitch drew back his