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Amused, Jen had an insight into what it would feel like to be his mother: a mixture of fierce pride and screaming frustration. Then she realized what he was doing.
    â€œWell, Marcus, we have two choices here. Either you can go home and work on your own, or you can
go upstairs to the bedroom, take off your shirt and put your hands on the wall above your head and wait for me.”
    She stood, hand on hip. He didn’t look at her as he left the room, his books lying askew on the table.
    She left him to wait a little. The idea of him standing, hands planted on the wall in her room, was tantalizing. After gathering a few things, she entered and drank in the sight of his slim torso, naked to the waist. Each vertebra was visible on his smooth, pale back. The tattoo stood out starkly against his skin. It was again framed by the white of the underwear that peeked above the top of his low-slung jeans. She traced his backbone with a finger, from hairline to tat, and delighted in his shivered response.
    â€œMove over, Marcus,” she breathed, maneuvering him to stand beneath a bracket fixed on the wall. Slowly she ran her hand up his side, catching his wrist in a cuff that dangled from a bracket on the wall. She did the same for the other arm, running her fingers up his side, rib by rib, causing him to break out in goose bumps. She stopped just above his armpit and floated his other arm up to join the first.
    Jen stepped in close and sucked a kiss onto Marcus’s shoulder. She snaked one arm round his chest and pinched his nipple. His skin was softer than she expected, and warm. One finger followed the gentle fuzz of pubic hair down to the top button of his jeans. She listened to his breathing deepen with each button, heard him
catch his breath as she released the last one. His jeans slid away without resistance and she paused to absorb the glorious picture of him, stripped to his underwear and bound to her wall.
    She reached into the leg of his briefs, stroking the smooth skin and letting the elastic snap back into place. Sliding her fingers through the valley of his taut buttocks, she reached beneath him to cup his balls and rub. He braced himself and swallowed, his muscles tense. She could imagine his Adam’s apple moving as his head dipped forward. A noise escaped his lips, half sigh, half groan. It sounded delightful, so light, heralding such desperate pleasure. Sweet boy.
    â€œSpread, Marcus, nice and wide,” she ordered, slapping his inner thigh. He obediently moved into position, his muscles standing out. Without any warning, she smacked his ass with the flat of her hand, moving from one side to the other on the fleshiest part of his buttocks, feeling the heat, the sting in her own palm. Caught off guard, he gasped and twisted, as if trying to avoid the blows without really moving. She stopped when a rose blush crept past the sides of his underwear, working its way to his upper thighs. She rubbed his ass, easing the sting, then pressed herself to him.
    â€œWill this help you work harder, Marcus?” she whispered in his ear. The heat from his spanked buttocks seeped into her crotch. She pushed against him a little more firmly, reaching to twist his nipple sharply.
    She could hear him fight to keep his voice low and
steady.
    â€œYes! Yes.”
    She thought about the stubble on his jaw that shone golden in the light and wanted to turn him around, stroke it. Not yet.
    Jen inched his briefs down over his ass, loving the contrast of the red flush against his milky skin. She could see him feel her gaze, the sweat breaking out under his arms, on his back. She licked at his shoulder, spreading lube on her fingers while his attention was on her tongue, her hot mouth kissing the sweat away. She pushed his legs apart again and rimmed his asshole with a light touch, waiting until he relaxed. Then she pulled away so his ass would have to follow. He begged for more with the press of his pelvis into her hand. Her