to experiment and explore new things with him. For now, the familiarity of Yev’s large fingers on his neck was enough to ground him in the state of anticipating pleasure. Yev’s size never failed to thrill him, and the more Radek knew him, the more he realized he didn’t need to keep his walls up.
“I’m guessing this is something you like to do?” Radek barely managed a whisper, his tongue weirdly numb, as if he'd drank more than the two cocktails.
Yev hummed while his big hand massaged Radek’s ass. “Sometimes. I like feeling that my partner acknowledges my authority,” he said in a low voice. He pulled his hand up, and before Radek could have filled his lungs, a slap knocked air out of him.
Radek whined and bit his lip, tensing right away. He wasn’t sure when his hand found its way to Yev’s shin, but he squeezed it, staring at the smooth wood of the floor. He was in no terrible pain, but the slap was substantial enough to make him feel it.
And he liked it.
He liked knowing that someone else was in charge so he didn’t have to be. Not just anyone, either. He’d observed and gotten to know Yev for many weeks now and had no doubt about his capabilities.
“Authority? Don’t know the word,” he teased, still catching his breath.
“Ohh, I think you’re not feeling it enough,” Yev said, casually reaching for Radek’s belt.
Heat blew into Radek’s face, but he didn’t fight Yev, and moments later his jeans and underwear pooled on the floor, his bare skin breaking out in goosebumps as it waited for another stroke.
He wasn’t shy, and he most definitely wasn’t shy about sex with Yev, but being half-naked gained a whole new meaning in this context. Still, he didn’t feel the kind of sizzling embarrassment he’d experienced after losing his clothes at the club. This was their little cocoon that no one would see or know about, and he was stripping his pride for Yev’s pleasure.
Could he accept another man’s ‘authority’? This didn’t feel like a joke. Yev really meant it.
But then again, Yev would also never hurt Radek. He’d proven himself trustworthy, hadn’t he?
Radek took a deep breath, recognizing that Yev was waiting for his move, and arched his ass up. “Then show me authority.”
Yev’s hand tightened in his hair, holding him down, and when his palm descended on Radek’s ass this time, it was on bare skin and the impact shot down Radek’s legs, leaving behind a sensation of many needles prickling bare skin all at once.
“I don’t like being put on the spot,” Yev whispered.
There was something primal in allowing this. In doing so, Radek acknowledged Yev’s right to administer punishment for his transgression. Then again, Radek wouldn't rebel after agreeing that it hadn’t been right to put Yev in such a position in front of people he didn’t know.
“I’m sorry. Next time we get married, I’ll warn you in advance,” he joked, but his breath was ragged and his heart beat like crazy. Maybe the jokes were his way of still staying in control? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t let go of something that had always been his shield.
Yev didn’t answer and slapped his ass again, and again. The spanking wasn’t truly painful or meant to leave bruises, but its symbolism filled Radek’s head with hot vapors and left him trembling every time Yev delivered a stroke.
He curled his hand on the leg of Yev’s jeans, shifting around in his lap when the sting under his skin became more prominent. Yev meant it. He hadn’t liked what Radek had done at the club and wanted to put that point across for future reference.
“I’m sorry,” Radek said, and this time, he meant it too. In a twisted way, having to answer for his behavior was the anchor he’d been missing, and the apology filled him with relief. “I wanted to distract them from the arm. I only thought about myself and didn’t consider how you might feel.”
“You shouldn’t be so selfish next time,” Yev said, but when his hand returned to Radek’s buttocks, it was to pet the agitated flesh.
“I won’t be,” Radek promised, and could hardly believe how much he meant it. Not because his ass hurt a bit, since he’d agreed to that, but because Yev cared about their relationship enough to fight for change instead of walking away at the first annoyance.
Yev pushed up Radek’s sweater all the way over his head. As soon as Radek’s