Rating: R
Content: M/M sex, language, spanking, domination
Distribution: Surely. Just credit me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Don't own, more's the pity. Oooh, the things I would do to and with them...!
Summary: Stevie learns a lesson he never should have forgotten. (*sighs* I should be getting better at these things, but as you can see...*shrugs*)
October 22, 2000
The door opened and a naked body was thrust through it to tumble to the floor in a heap. Before the figure could rise, the door slammed shut and a lock could be heard sliding into place.
Stevie-rather Steven-Richards flew to the portal, pounding on the wood angrily. "Hey! Let me out of here! You'll be very sorry for treating me this way! Open this door right this minute!"
"I suggest you quit that racket 'right this minute'."
Stevie whirled around and nearly quailed in sudden terror. He cringed against the door, wishing he could melt right into the grain. "You..." he whispered tremulously.
The other man smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair, tilting his head to the side, his golden brown hair feathering over his bare shoulders like a lover's caress. "Yes...me. Now, come over here and greet me properly."
Stevie shook his head wildly, pressing even harder against the wood. "No. You'll hurt me."
The figure looked mildly pained, though his smile never faltered. "Stevie, you wound me. I would never hurt a lovely thing such as yourself. Now...come here."
Stevie bit his full lower lip, not wanting to go anywhere near the man, but recognizing that tone of command in his voice that brooked no refusal. He vividly remembered the last time he tried to protest and flushed hotly. "Please...I can't..."
The other man lifted a brow slightly. "You can't? I say you can...and you will...now." He pointed to a spot just in front of him.
Stevie wished that he was at least clothed. He felt so vulnerable naked to this man's impassive gaze. With an inward whimper, he slowly moved towards the man that always seemed to have some sort of power over him.
"Good boy," the dark-haired man approved. "Down on your knees in your usual position."
Stevie sank to the floor, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back.
"Mmmm, I'm so glad you remembered, Stevie," he said. "It has been a long time since I've had you like this, hasn't it?"
Stevie didn't move or say a word, just chewed the inside of his cheek in apprehension.
"You may speak."
"Yes, Master," he responded immediately. "It's been a long time."
"I've been watching you," the other said, steepling his fingers before him as he studied the man trembling in front of him. "You've been on a tangent these last few months, haven't you? Spouting your righteous bullshit. I mean, you, of all people, preaching censorship? It's almost laughable, considering the way you used to flaunt your body around only a short while before you jumped on this RTC bandwagon. And, unlike Chyna, you were doing more than just displaying your chiseled body to the public. Recall the time I dared you to masturbate in that public fountain in Tennessee? Nearly got arrested."
Stevie blushed even redder at that unwelcome recollection. He hadn't been dared, he'd been ordered to perform or be punished severely. This man always liked to humiliate him in the most public of places. The most shameful part of it was, however, was his willingness to do whatever he said, for the simple fact of wanting to please him...to see that beautiful smile light his face...to have him look at him with pride and affection.
The man leaned forward, raising Stevie's chin to look him in the face. Stevie kept his lashes lowered, which pleased him. "Have you been good, Stevie?" he whispered silkily. "Have you been a good little boy since we were together last?"
Stevie nodded quickly, his cheeks blooming with color.
"I don't believe you, Stevie. I know you too well. You may portray a pure, righteous morality to the world, but I know the seething, lustful desires you hold in your soul. I know what you need...what you crave in your secret heart."
Stevie whined faintly, pulling his chin free and bowing his head, wishing he still had his long hair to hide his face.
"Come sit on my lap, Stevie."
Stevie briefly closed his eyes in dismay, but obeyed, climbing to sit astride the other's hips.
"Tell me, love," the figure's voice was soft and musing. "what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?"
Stevie shivered at that sibilant tone, making the mistake of peeking up into the darkly amused hazel eyes, jerking his gaze away to focus on the design displayed on his T-shirt. "I...I haven't done anything wrong, Master." He was mildly surprised to find his voice almost steady.
There was a long pause. "Oh, I find that hard to believe. Tell me...how many men have you fucked since you've arrived in the WWF?"
Stevie moaned pathetically, praying to God he could convince this man of what he was about to say. "None, Master. I-I've not fornicated with other men since..." he caught his breath. "since you."
Another silence as the other examined Stevie's features. "You're lying, Stevie," he crooned pleasantly. "I can tell you are. And fornicating, indeed. I want you to say fucking, Stevie."
Stevie shook his head desperately. "I-I can't, Master. I do not cuss any more."
"You don't cuss anymore..." The humorous note in his voice made Stevie shudder inwardly. "Oh, Stevie, I have forgotten how funny you can be. I remember a time when every other word out of your mouth was 'fuck' or shit'. And even more colorful words during sex."
Stevie felt as if his face was permanently set to hot. "That...that was before. I've changed. I've realized that I was wrong to live the way I was living."
This time a full-throated laugh accompanied Stevie's words. "Oh, sweetheart, you play your role superbly. There's just one leeeeeeettle flaw in it."
Stevie resisted the urge to look into the other's eyes again. "What do you mean?"
"That you don't believe a fucking word of it," he said quietly. "You think you do, but I know what you truly believe in. Do you want me to tell you, Stevie?"
"No..I mean, I believe I have changed. I'm not like I was...before."
"Is that so? Then you would be repulsed if I did this?" The dark-haired man leaned forward and brushed his lips against the fluttering pulsepoint in the hollow of Stevie's throat, feeling it leap in response as he tongued it. While he gently began sucking on the spot, the backs of his fingers trailed up the insides of Stevie's thighs to barely graze his balls. He felt the other man grow rigid and shudder, his breath leaving him in a rush as his cock was enclosed in a warm palm.
"Do you feel disgusted, Stevie? Does the feel of my hand on your dick make you sick?"
Stevie could feel tears pricking the backs of his eyes as he felt himself snap to full erectness at his touch. "Please...please, Master...don't!"
"Your body doesn't seem to object to what I'm doing," he murmured, turning his head to sink his teeth into the meaty part of Stevie's shoulder, eliciting a whimper of pain. He looked up into Stevie's face again. "So...how many have you fucked, Stevie. I want names."
Stevie shook his head helplessly. "None, Master...I swear."
"Call me by my name and look me in the eye."
Stevie reluctantly raised his eyes to meet the intent hazel ones. "I...haven't...I didn't..." Stevie bit his lip hard, attempting to compose himself. "I haven't been with anyone...Raven."
Raven smiled sardonically, slowly shaking his head in mock-regret. "You never were any good at lying...at least to me. Lay face-down across my lap."
Stevie's eyes widened. "Please...no. I promise...I've been good. Don't...don't spank me, please"
Raven listened to Stevie's desperate pleas, his expression almost sympathetic. "I feel your pain, Stevie, but you know the rules. You lie to me, you pay the penalty."
Stevie suddenly vaulted from Raven's lap, running to the door again, pounding and begging for someone to let him out, the tears he'd been holding back rolling down his cheeks in hot rivers. Raven remained where he was, watching him impassively...waiting.
Stevie eventually collapsed against the door, sobbing quietly, feeling Raven's steady eyes on him. He slowly slid down the wood to curl into himself, rocking back and forth, forehead pressed to his knees. The only sound in the room was his soft panting and occasional whimpers.
He didn't know how much time passed, but he finally raised his head and looked at his tormenter, quivering inside to see that Raven watched him with an almost frightening intensity, an enigmatic smile gracing his lips. They gazed at each other for a few heartbeats, then Stevie rose to his feet and wandered back to him, wordlessly draping himself across Raven's lap. He shivered at the light touch of Raven's fingers down his spine, resting contemplatively on the swell of his buttocks.
"I'll give you one more chance to come clean, love," Raven said, admiring the graceful lines of Stevie's back, the sharp curves of his shoulderblades, the smooth satin of his skin. "I want to hear some of the names of those you've been with." He waited for Stevie to speak, but sighed when he remained silent. "Very well, then..." Placing one hand in the small of his back he lifted the other one and brought it down in a hard arc, the smacking sound loud in the room. Stevie jerked, but otherwise didn't move. Raven hesitated, then repeated his motions three times, then splayed his hand on the reddened flesh, feeling the heat radiating from it. "You ready to cooperate?"
Stevie surreptitiously wiped the tears from his cheeks, unaware of the trickle of blood dripping from where his teeth were set into his lower lip. "I cant."
Without a word, Raven resumed spanking him, strengthening with each blow until, with an anguish cry, Stevie reached behind him to cover his abused buttocks.
"Please...I can't take it anymore," he pleaded. "I...I'll tell you what you want to know."
Raven instantly removed his hands, allowing Stevie to rise, gingerly perching on one of Raven's thighs. "All right...talk."
Stevie winced as he shifted, clasping his fingers together to keep them from shaking. "I..." he cleared his throat and tried again. "I was with Jericho."
"And...?"
"And Hunter."
"Who else?" Raven asked gently. "List them."
Stevie closed his eyes as he began listing his many lovers, cringing as he realized just how depraved he really was. "Test, Benoit, the Hardys, Val Venis, 'Taker, X-Pac and Road Dogg, Edge and Christian-"
"My, my...you really have been a busy little boy, haven't you?" Raven remarked dryly, using a couple of fingers to catch the blood from his chin, bringing them to his own lips and licking them clean. "Were you the bitch in all those encounters?"
Stevie shook his head. "I topped Jeff and Edge."
Raven's eyes became hooded as he asked, "And how was that?"
Stevie blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Did you enjoy being on top?"
Stevie blushed and looked down at his hands, mumbling something under his breath.
Raven tilted Stevie's face toward him with a finger. "What was that?"
"It was okay, I guess."
Raven's pierced brow quirked in disbelief. "Just 'okay'? Is that all? You have your cock buried in a sweet little ass and all you can say is 'it was okay, I guess'?"
Stevie raked a hand through his hair in agitation. "Could we...not talk about this anymore?"
"What? Am I making you uncomfortable? A bit nervous?"
Stevie nodded, squirming a little.
Raven rose to his feet, bringing Stevie with him and strode to the bed in the corner of the room, setting him in the center of the downy comforter. He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. "OK. We'll talk about something else. Rather, we'll do something else. Pleasure yourself for me."
Stevie made a noise of protest. "Raven, I don't want-"
Raven's smile became icy. "It doesn't matter what you want, as Rock would say. It only matters what I want. Now, is that understood? Or do I have to remind you of who's in control here?"
Stevie licked his lips apprehensively. "N-no. I just...I haven't done that since...since being with you."
Raven's smile warmed. "Is that so? Not even once?"
Stevie shook his head, terribly embarrassed. "I never had to...I mean..."
"I know what you mean," Raven interrupted smoothly. "Too busy getting fucked to need to get yourself off. Well, right now, I want to see you do it for me."
Stevie swallowed, knowing there was no escaping his fate, and slowly placed his hands on his chest, not moving for a moment.
"Go ahead. I'm waiting."
Stevie closed his eyes and began rotating his palms over his flat nipples, feeling them shrivel into tight nubs, then plucked them until they throbbed with a dull ache. He glided his hands down over his ribs, lightly raking his nails over his sensitized skin, pausing when he came to his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked up at Raven who was watching him raptly. He held his gaze as his fingers crept lower to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly.
"Harder," Raven commanded quietly. "Pinch them until it hurts."
Stevie drew his bottom lip between his teeth again, biting down as he obeyed, mewing softly as bright sparks of pain bloomed in his lower belly.
"Mmmm...yes, sweet pain, Stevie," Raven purred, sitting on the edge of the bed, absently stroking himself through his snug jeans. "Now, wrap your hand around that beautiful cock of yours...yeah, like that...slide it up and down. Mmmm, look how hard your getting, baby." Raven leaned down and lapped up the precome that oozed from the tip before sitting back and resuming his study of his lover.
Stevie moaned as the heat of desire began spreading through him. He followed Raven's instructions, pumping himself in a slow, gentle rhythm, arching into his own touch as he panted Raven's name. When he tried to quicken the tempo, Raven pinched his inner thigh, reprimanding him sharply.
"No! You don't do anything unless I give you permission, hear me?"
Stevie swallowed the cry of pain and nodded, reverting to the former tempo. He gasped as Raven fondled his balls,scraping a nail up the tender skin of his scrotum.
"Spread your legs wide for me," Raven directed, climbing onto the bed and settling between his thighs. He brushed Stevie's hands aside and carefully stretched out atop him, their hips flush against each other. "You will not come until I say so, understand?" At Stevie's tentative nod, Raven started undulating his body, grinding himself into Stevie erotically while nibbling on his earlobe. He alternated the sensuous rocking with sharp jerks that elicited groans from the man beneath him.
Stevie rested his hands on Raven's ribs, curving into him desperately, needing release, but knowing that Raven would drag this out for as long as he wanted to.
"Mmm...you like that, huh?" Raven whispered, laving the bite mark he'd made earlier. "You want me to hump you harder, hmmm? Stevie, you want me to let you come?"
"Please...yes...let me."
"How badly do you want it, baby?" Raven's voice dropped to a silky rasp as he toyed with his lover's nipples, twisting them until Stevie whimpered and writhed in distress.
"Very bad, Raven. Please..."
Raven tilted his head thoughtfully. "No, I don't think you do."
"Yes...yes, I do. I need you now!" Stevie frantically caressed his hands up and down Raven's back, wanting to convince him of the extremity of his need.
Raven rolled off him and onto his back, lacing his fingers behind his head. "Show me how bad you want it." He said hoarsely, a languid expression on his face.
Stevie sat up, swinging a leg across Raven's, planting his splayed fingers on his stomach as he leaned forward and fastened his mouth on Raven's nipple, lathing and suckling eagerly. He lavished the same attention on the other one, tugging gently on the silver post, delighted to hear Raven sigh in response. He worked his way down, treating his torso to a tonguelashing that ended at his waistband. Stevie fumbled with the buttons, whining in his throat when they were proving stubborn. Raven chuckled and stilled his frenetic movements with a hand covering his.
"Calm yourself, Stevie," he soothed "You're getting a bit too excited."
"I can't help it," he moaned. "I need you so much."
Raven smiled darkly. "I can see that, but there's no point oversetting yourself. It'll be a while before I give you what you want."
Stevie moaned again, bowing his head as he fought to regain control of his raging lust as Raven stroked his fingers lazily. When he lifted his head, he smiled hesitantly at him, finding it easy to unfasten his pants this time. He removed them, dropping them on the floor negligently. He perused Raven's body with hungry admiration, delicately tracing the tattoo of a flamingo on his outer thigh. He tickled his fingertips up the pulsating shaft, rubbing the drops of precome into the silky flesh.
"Mmm, that's nice," raven purred, tilting his hips into the light touch. Play with my balls."
Stevie did, palming them as he continued to tease his rod, his heart pounding as he watched Raven's eyes darken, becoming hot and glittery. "Does this feel good?" he asked quietly.
Raven laughed in wry amusement. "You know it does, love. But not good enough. Go down on me...hard."
Stevie felt his insides flutter at the husky command, bending to do as bid, bypassing the usual foreplay and just taking Raven's length down his throat, immediately bobbing roughly, sucking strongly.
"Ooooh, yeah, that's it," Raven hissed, twining a fist in Stevie's hair and guiding him, bucking his hips into the strokes. "Fuck, that's good...deeper...take all of it."
Stevie relaxed his muscles and sank further, grunting when Raven jerked against him, planting himself fully. With a suddenness that startled Stevie, Raven flipped him over so that he was straddling his head, pumping himself into Stevie's mouth in short, fierce thrusts that would have gagged him if he wasn't accustomed to this sort of thing. He worked to keep up with Raven's tempo. Sucking ravenously, looking up at Raven's intent expression as he watched Stevie's ministrations.
"God, you're so good, Stevie," Raven growled, grasping his head and holding him still as he increased his movements. "Nobody's ever given me head like you do, baby. Now, suck me off...I'm gonna come."
Stevie endeavored to do just that, hollowing his cheeks with the force of his suction, moaning as he felt the beginnings of Raven's release, reaching around to grip his ass as Raven buried himself one last time.
"God...damn!" he shouted as he spilled into Stevie's mouth, riding the spasms out. "Aww, yes...drink it all down like a good boy." He watched as Stevie milked him dry, finally pulling out, flopping back on the bed. "Come here."
Stevie crawled to Raven, curling up beside him, his breathing ragged as he attempted to hide how much he was needing his own release.
"That was great, Stevie," Raven drawled, sifting his fingers through Stevie's hair languorously, smiling at the other man's slight trembling. He pretended not to notice the way Stevie's hips ground into his side, kissing his shoulder ardently. He tugged Stevie up to lay over him, catching his cheek and bringing his lips down to be devoured by his own. He kissed him long and deep, barely breaking for air, angling from side to side to probe every slick surface, coaxing Stevie's tongue into a primal duel, feeling the man above him become more and more tense as his desire grew to an almost unbearable degree. Finally, Stevie tore his mouth away, gasping harshly.
"Raven...my God, Raven...please...I ache..."
raven touch the corner of Stevie's mouth tenderly, studying the strained lines of Stevie's face with calm regard. "You want to come, don't you, baby?"
Stevie nodded vigorously, nuzzling his lips into Raven's palm. "Yes, please."
"Get me ready, then." He chuckled at Stevie's haste to grab his cock and stroke it, muttering when he didn't get results right away. "Easy, hon. Be a little more...sensual in your handling, hmm?" Stevie instantly eased up, gliding his fingers up and down the slowly hardening length, bending his head to lave his chest. Raven slipped a hand under the pillow where he'd stashed a tube of lubricant, handing it to Stevie, watching as his lover carefully coated his shaft, caressing the now throbbing flesh expertly.
"Now get yourself ready for me," he cooed, smiling as Stevie inched his fingers into his own hole, sitting up as Stevie's eyes drifted closed in pleasure, unaware that his other hand had begun pumping himself until Raven caught his wrist and twisted it painfully. "You get ahead of yourself, Stevie," raven growled, eyes narrowing slightly.
Stevie blinked nervously. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"And you were doing so well," Raven tisked sadly.
Stevie recognized that tone and quavered in dismay. "Raven, I swear, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I wasn't thinking. Please, don't....do anything."
A smile twitched at the corner of Raven's mouth. "And just what do you think I would do? What do you think I should do?"
In an effort to placate him, Stevie threw himself against Raven, kissing his face and apologizing profusely, tenaciously holding back the tears of frustration and uneasiness.
Raven allowed him to continue for a few minutes longer, mildly amused at his gushing, then pushed him away, affecting a dark scowl. "I believe you need to be punished yet again." He parted his legs slightly and motioned at Stevie. "Assume the position again, my boy."
Stevie's face fell in anxiety. "Raven, no...please..."
Raven stared at him placidly. "Are you disobeying me, Stevie?"
Stevie flinched at the velvety murmur of Raven's voice as if it were a blow. "No, I'm not, really! I just...just..."
Raven waited, his expression almost curious. "It sounds like your balking to me. I mean, I told you to do something and I'm still waiting for you to do it. Now that doesn't please me at all."
Stevie wrung his hands in anguish, uncertain as to what he should do. His first instinct was to obey, the urge long-since engrained in his being. But when he thought of the pain...
"The longer you make me wait, Stevie, the worse it'll be for you," Raven whispered, his posture relaxed and nonchalant, as if he could care less one way or the other.
Stevie moaned as he surrendered, laying down on Raven's thighs, unable to keep the tears from flowing this time. He buried his face in the comforter as he waited for Raven to proceed. He yelped at the first blow, realizing immediately that Raven was using a rubber paddle. He gripped handfuls of the bedclothes, fighting to remain quiet.
Raven focused his attention on what he was doing, deliberately picking each spot before he struck, easing a hand beneath him and grasping Stevie's cock, stroking it as he spanked him with increasing force.
Stevie cried out in agony, pleading for him to stop, but Raven ignored him, paddling faster and harder, matching them with the hand on his shaft until the agony and pleasure mingled into one exquisite ecstasy of torment. He humped Raven's thigh, on the very brink of coming. Just a little more...a little more...
Raven abruptly halted all motion, withdrawing his hand and resting it in the middle of Stevie's back. He pressed firmly when he started squirming and writhing, whimpering pitifully for Raven to ease his distress.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson, Stevie?" Raven questioned, caressing the vividly red skin of the other's buttocks.
"Pleaseplease...yes...Jesus, Raven...I'm so close..."
Raven grinned predatorily, shoving Stevie off his lap and quickly rolled over him, kissing the nape of his neck tenderly, flicking his tongue out to taste his salty skin. "You want me to fuck you now, baby," he hissed softly. "Give you some relief?"
Stevie curved up into Raven, mewling desperately. "Yes...I need it...I'm dying."
Raven chuckled under his breath, nipping the crook of his neck. "Oh, I doubt that very much...though I'm sure it feels like it. Perhaps I should put you out of your misery." He rose up, tugging Stevie onto his hands and knees. He clasped his own rigid flesh and drew it down the valley of Stevie's ass, teasing the slick tip against the tightly puckered anus. He slowly inched the head in, pulling out when Stevie tried to rear back and impale himself.
"Keep still or I won't finish you." He resumed his movement, easing in till he was about a third engulfed in tight heat. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"
"Yes...please...ready for you..."
"This is going to hurt," he warned, then drove deep, withdrawing at once to plunge to the hilt again.
Stevie wailed, scrabbling at the comforter as excruciating agony ripped through him, but he shoved himself backward to meet Raven's brutal thrusts, breathing through the pain until it lessened enough for him to relax a little. He arched his back as prickling tingles radiated from his lower body to spread to the rest of his extremities. "Ahh, God, Raven!" Stevie cried "Please...don't stop...Fuck, so big...so good."
Raven smiled smugly, gripping Stevie's hips more firmly as he slammed into him, shifting every few strokes until he found that sensitive prostate, already stimulated beyond bearing. He groaned as he felt Stevie stiffen, then shriek, his internal muscles spasming rapidly as he came. He didn't stop working, however, leaning over Stevie, pressing his chest into his lover's back, as he slid a hand around to slowly pump his cock, riding him at a rough tempo that had Stevie gasping as he felt himself snapping to attention yet again.
"Raven...oh, shit! What are you doing to me? Ahh, Christ!"
Raven panted evenly. "Are you complaining, my baby? Do you want me to quit now? 'Cause I will if you want me to." He barely allowed a few heartbeats to pass before continuing. "I lied. I won't quit. Not until I have you coming so hard you pass out from it."
Stevie was practically sobbing as Raven pounded on, the thrusts becoming shorter and sharper as he sensed that Raven was nearing his release. "Yeah...Raven, please come...I want to feel you shoot up my ass...please...fuck me like the bitch dog I am!"
Raven laughed raggedly, wrenching Stevie back into his deep lunges. "I see you've found your foul mouth again. Good boy...or shall I say bad boy." He straightened up, yanking out of Stevie abruptly. Before he could begin to protest, Raven flipped him over onto his back, descending on him like a ravening wolf, catching the other man's legs and jerking them high around his torso, then sank into him again, his mouth sucking and biting everywhere he could reach, relishing the whimpers of pain and delight. "It's time for you to come for me," he rumbled, his breathing heavily labored as he strained and strove to send him over. "I order you to come now...right...now!" He grabbed Stevie's cock and gave it a nearly savage tug, snarling in satisfaction when Stevie bowed off the bed, screaming Raven's name as he exploded into his hand. He lengthened his thrusts, balls slapping loudly against his flesh, angling to stab against the prostate, thus prolonging Stevie's orgasm as Raven threw his head back and roared his own climax. He stiffened as he erupted in a white-hot spasm, the pulsing spurts seeming to go on forever.
Stevie was nearly comatose, panting shallowly, his lashes lowered halfway, his eyes unfocused and dilated. Raven collapsed to his side, reveling in the delicious shudders that racked his body, resting his forehead against Stevie's bicep, slowly gaining control of himself. He lifted his head and watched his lover intently, tracing his jaw, softly patting his cheeks.
"Wake up, baby...come on, Stevie...open those pretty eyes of yours and look at me."
Stevie could hear Raven's cajoling voice from way off in the distance. He fought to move closer to it, floating from the pillowy darkness into the bright light of the room. His eyes fluttered open to stare into the deep hazel ones of the man that had shattered his world apart and reshaped it to his own liking.
"raven..." he croaked.
"Yes, sweetheart," he answered, dropping a light kiss on his lips.
"I...I..."
"You...? He prompted with a tender smile, twining his fingers with Stevie's.
Stevie bit the inside of his cheek, battling with himself whether to reveal his true feelings or shove them deep down inside until he was much braver. He sighed curling into the older man, nuzzling his face into his neck. "I've missed you."
"Mmmm...I've missed you too, sweet Stevie," he said, licking the vulnerable place behind his ear, drawing his palm down his back to cup a buttock, pulling him in close. He grinned as he felt his body stirring to life already. "And we've got a lot of time to make up for, don't we?"
Stevie nodded, nipping the skin of Raven's shoulder playfully.
"I do believe I'll reintroduce you to a few...toys I've brought with me," Raven murmured silkily, sliding a knee up between Stevie's thighs. "But only if you've been a very bad boy. Have you been a naughty boy, Stevie?"
Stevie looked up at Raven, his expression one of wicked innocence. "No, Master. I've been extremely good."
Raven shook his head in mock-sorrow. "Oh, Stevie...what did I tell you about lying? That's a capital offense with me. You're punishment is going to have to be severe."
Instead of quaking in fear, as he'd done before, a slow grin spread across his face, sly and seductive. "Promise?"