Even when Deiru told him he wouldn’t do it again Kaden had no intention of letting him go without a little lesson first. Besides, how did he expect to overpower someone probably twice his age? It was a stupid mistake, and Deiru would pay for it.
“You want it. Don’t act like you don’t.” Kaden scoffed, wrapping one end of the belt along his hand and looking at the other males ass, getting rather hard from the sight alone, remembering just how it felt last night. Holding Deiru’s right hip, Kaden ensured there wasn’t any loose metal along the implement, not planning on scarring the demon or injuring him beyond repair.
Without waiting any longer, Kaden kept his hand on Deiru’s hip to steady him, drawing his arm back before slapping the young mans ass with the belt. The sound wasn’t loud, mostly because Kaden was going a little easy on Deiru, for now at least.
Licking his lips at the sight of the demons ass already getting red, Kaden glanced up at the men and muttered. “How many more? Hmm two, maybe three? No I little more than that. How about five?” Kaden enthused while giving him another slap, this one just a bit harder.
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