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  Recovering himself, Percival hesitantly made to kiss Charles, but stopped, awaiting permission. With a bemused shake of his head, Charles grabbed the back of Percival’s head gently and crashed their mouths together. They snogged for almost a full minute, relishing in each other’s taste and warmth, before Percival broke the kiss, continuing down Charles’s neck and shoulder before caressing him lower.

  “Let me take care of this for you, master,” Percival said as he finally came to the obvious bulge in his friend’s trousers.

  “Please do,” Charles responded as Percival began fiddling with the button that concealed a glorious prize underneath. He finally undid it and worked his master’s thick, hard cock free. Without the slightest hesitation, Percival took Charles into his mouth, working the silky, warm shaft teasingly but aggressively. It did not take long to bring Charles to the brink of orgasm.

  As he sucked, Percival snaked his hands around his master’s hips and under his pants to fondle his bottom, an ominous reminder of what he was going to do to Charles in a week’s time. Still, Charles loved having his bum stroked, and it brought him even closer to the edge with an ever-increasing tempo of moans.

  Percival looked up at him mischievously and licked the sensitive tip, and that was what sent Charles over. Wave upon wave of pleasure racked his body as he orgasmed into the grass, where it would quickly be forgotten and the evidence of his rather sinful pleasure never found.

  “That was… that was amazing,” gasped Percival through his harsh breaths, trying to stabilize his breathing after not only his own orgasm but being deprived of air by Charles’s thick member.

  “As always,” Charles responded after taking a moment to compose himself. He reached down and gave Percival a sensuous kiss on the lips that lasted several seconds before pulling away. “Now, I’m afraid we must go. Your father will be returning shortly.”

  Forcing Percival to ride back on a sore rump was part of the pleasure, and Charles smiled as he watched his servant keep trying, and failing, to hold back grimaces as they rode.

  Charles smirked. Next week it would be Percival’s turn to whip him for his misdeeds. His cock rehardened at the thought, unable to wait.

  About the Author

  Alex S. Rowan is from the Midwest and enjoys writing spanking romance and erotica.

  If you enjoyed this story, be sure to look at Alex’s other works.