Flash Fiction Friday

There was a new cappuccino machine in Macy's.

It made espressos.

Lattes.

Macchiatos.

All at the push of a button.

Jim stood there in the store, staring.

Drooling.

"There you are, baby. I lost you at the patio furniture."

"Uh-huh."

Look at that.

Shiny.

Sleek.

Caffeinated goodness.

"Uh-huh? What's got your attention here, baby?"

He pointed to the lovely machine. It was amazing.

"It's a cappuccino machine." Marcus sounded unimpressed.

Jim didn't care. "Uh-huh." It was lovely.

"We don't need a cappuccino machine."

"I know."

Still, he wanted to just... rub all over the idea of it.

"Baby... have you got a hard-on?"

"What?" He looked away from the cappuccino machine. "I do not!"

"Are you sure?" The corner of Marcus' mouth quirked up.

"Stop it. I just. Maybe I'll save for one."

"What would you do with it?"

"Make coffee."

"That you're not allowed to drink."

"But if we had a machine..."

"You know what coffee does to you."

"But..." It didn't matter.

"You know the rules, baby." Marcus turned him, so he was looking into his master's eyes. "You could hardly ever use it."

"I..." Now he was going to get hard.

"Yes, baby?" Marcus' finger slid over his cheek.

"We. I. Not here, huh?"

"Home, then. Now."

"Now."

Now would be good.

After spankings and orgasms, he could think about saving for the world's neatest espresso machine.