Snippet from WIP, "Naughty

Excerpt from my WIP, "Naughty"

Jerry released a startled gasp as his body was forcefully slammed against the cold, hard surface of the wall behind him. Goosebumps appeared all over of his skin as his naked back settled against the cool concrete. His knees wobbled and threatened to give from underneath him when a hulking mountain of muscle crowded into his much smaller frame and trapped him there.

The straps of the leather harness adorning that awesomely chiseled chest pressed almost painfully into his smooth pectoral muscles, and a thick tree trunk thigh forced its way between his legs and forcefully pushed up underneath his already aching balls. Jerry arched his back, almost purring with delight; he loved this little hint of pain. He kept his eyes downcast, but he couldn't help the tiny devilish smirk from escaping.

Jerry was just giddy and turned on beyond belief that finally, after multiple attempts and downright deplorable behavior, he has managed to catch the eye of the one Master in the private BDSM club he has been relentlessly pursuing for well over six months.

Master Stevens kept his face stoic and his features free of all expression as he reveled in the sensuous heat coming off the young, tanned, nubile body of the naughtiness pup he has ever laid eyes on. The boy was practically vibrating under his own much larger physique. "You boy, you need to be seriously taken in hand."

Jerry shivered and his spine melted at just the cadence alone as that gravelly deep voice whispered with a bite of command close to his ear.  He turned his head and gave the Dom a sweet smile."It would be a pleasure if it's at your hand Master." He purred, shamelessly issuing an invitation of sinful promises by rubbing his throbbing groin against the thick thigh that was pressed so deliciously against him.

The burning contact of a solid paw made Jerry jump and almost cream himself his leather thongs when it made a resounding slap against the right cheek of his tight curved ass. The sting and warmth that followed behind that callous palm had Jerry slipping into his happy place so fast he knew right then that this was definitely man for him.

"Silence!" Master Stevens barked and leaned in closer to Jerry’s  face, the Dom's lips was mere inches away from Jerry's when he growled, "You have not earned the right to call me Master, you little deviant. You have to offer me more than just a pretty package to play with, and I don't like naughty little brats."

And just as quickly as Master Stevens had trapped him against Club Euphoria's interior hallway, the Dom was gone. Leaving a dazed but determined Jerry trembling with anticipation and need in the semi darkened passageway. Some would have been intimidated by the harsh reprimand by the domineering Master, but not Jerry...His desire for the rugged man just increased by tenfold. Master Steven was going to be the man to do just what he stated, and that was to take this naughty boy in hand.