Royally Screwed - Lynn Van Dorn Page 0,57

if he turned Angelo down, Yuri didn’t think the offer would ever be repeated. This was it, and it might be a complete disaster, but maybe it wouldn’t be. Maybe Angelo would even like it, just a little. Just enough. That’s all Yuri needed.

Yuri plastered a smirk on his face. “Of course you can fuck me. I’d think by now it’d be pretty obvious I’m good with you shagging the hell out of me. Not that I thought it’d ever happen in this lifetime, but a boy can dream.”

“Asking first is considered to be polite.” Angelo reached between them and palmed Yuri’s erection, his hand molding around its hardness. “I need you to tell me yes or no.”

The only sound Yuri could make for several moments was a guttural groan of satisfaction.

Angelo’s hand lowered and squeezed Yuri’s bollocks hard enough that it came just short of being unbearably painful. “I expect an answer to my question, Yuri.”

“Nnnngggh.” Yuri tried to think, but it was really difficult with the pleasure/pain that tore through his body. He couldn’t remember the question. What on earth was the answer? “Fuck me,” he said, knowing it covered a multitude of situations. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Say the magic word.” Angelo slipped his hand inside Yuri’s trousers. He cupped and fondled the bollocks he’d just been squeezing the shit out of.

Magic word. What the fuck was that? “Magic word, magic word, magic…” Yuri looked up, eyes blazing with triumph at solving Angelo’s impossible question. “Please?”

“Good boy.” Angelo kissed him quickly then gave Yuri’s lower lip a lingering bite. “I will, but only if you behave.”

“Nnnngggh.” Yuri was beginning to think he was still dreaming. “What if I want to be bad, though? What if I can’t help it?”

Angelo laughed softly. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be my Yuri, would you?”

Yuri shook his head.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll spank your arse first and then fuck you.” Angelo’s playful expression dimmed. “Unless you’ve got plans for tonight.”

“No,” Yuri said breathlessly. “No plans. Except dinner. Philippe is making crepes.” Even knowing Philippe was downstairs somewhere didn’t quell his rising excitement. This was turning out to be the best night of Yuri’s entire life. There was absolutely nothing he could think of that would make him turn Angelo away.

“You love crepes,” Angelo said. He kissed beneath Yuri’s jaw. “Don’t you always say they’re your favorite?”

You’re my favorite, Yuri thought. Out loud he said, “Sex now, crepes later.”

“I see your priorities are in order. You gonna share those crepes with me?”

“Only if you’re good,” Yuri said, his heart practically punching right through his ribs. “Only if you don’t disappoint me.”

Angelo squeezed Yuri’s cock. “Guess that means we start with spanking, doesn’t it?”

Oh please oh please oh please.

“I have been,” Yuri said with as much sincerity as he could muster, “a very bad boy.”

“How bad?” Angelo rocked back and forth a few times, his cock and Yuri’s getting friendly, as they had in Angelo’s flat, only with more clothing. Yuri decided less clothing would be a fantastic idea.

“Extremely naughty. I need to be taught the error of my ways.”

“God, Yuri.” Angelo squeezed his eyes shut but didn’t stop humping Yuri. “Why is that so fucking hot?”

It was something Yuri had given much thought to over the years. He knew he encouraged Angelo “disciplining” him because it was the only way he could get Angelo to touch him. As they grew older, though, it was harder and harder to not want more, and the spankings became more pain than pleasure, although the pain was always to his heart, never his body. Yuri had tried to find a man who would give him everything he wanted from Angelo but would never have, and had ended up with Francis, or men like him, although he’d been the worst of the bunch.

Yuri had managed, over his adolescence and young adulthood, to associate pain with pleasure. Or maybe he’d been bent all along, and it just took a reluctant betrothed bent on retribution to bring it out. Either way, Yuri owned it now. In a way, their parents’ decree that there were to be no more extra-curricular relationships for either one of them had been a huge relief. There was the obvious, selfish benefit of knowing Angelo wasn’t getting a leg over on some woman. Yuri knew that was a shite thing to feel, but feel it he did. But beyond his soothed jealousy, Yuri was relieved to have the burden of finding someone to fuck