Chapter 2: Time for a whipping
The walk back to Arthur's apartment was a silent one. Marcus's hand gripped Arthur's tightly, his fingers digging into the soft skin of his lover's hand. The tension between them was palpable; the knowledge of what was about to happen heavy in the air.
Marcus's mind raced as they approached the building, his thoughts dark and tumultuous. His usual calm demeanor had been shattered by a few too many drinks, and now the beast within him was unleashed. He wanted to dominate, to overpower, to possess.