Chapter Four
“I’m sorry?” It was a lame as hell response, but Mike was so shocked, he wasn’t sure he’d heard him right.
“Please, f**k me.” Chow changed the word order, but the request was the same.
Chow’s accent wasn’t like Benson’s. Chow sounded more like he should have been starring in a Shakespeare play or something cultured like that. Strange.
Mike stared at Chow, his hands trembling all over again. He couldn’t help it. After days of silence and of Chow’s passive way of being handled all the time, this request was shocking. Tempting but shocking, enough to keep Mike frozen.
Of course, Mike wanted nothing more than to smooth his hands over the perfect globes of Chow’s ass, to kneel behind him, spread his butt cheeks and lick every part he could see, from the underside of Chow’s bal
