“Yes, Daddy,” he replied quickly, and I smiled at him as I reached to unbutton his shirt halfway down, only far enough to give me access to his full chest.
Sliding my hands beneath the shirt, I trailed my fingers over his skin until his full chest was exposed then settled in to pinch and pull his nipples. He moaned, his eyes falling closed before I bit out, “Eyes on me.”
He complied instantly, though the moaning never ceased. Instead, our connection seemed to intensify the sensations because he grew louder.
Once I was satisfied his nipples were hard enough, I reached for the clamps, connected with a chain, that we’d bought a month or so ago. The clamps themselves were adjustable, so I could tighten them as desired, depending on the level of pain Miles needed. Given the fire in his eyes, I suspected we could ramp up the torture today.
I eyed him as he watched me twist the clamps tighter before I reached forward and closed the first one over his left nipple. He shouted as he usually did when the pain first hit him, and I smiled evilly. “Still glad you disobeyed me?”
He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as I pinched the clamp around his other nipple. “Yes, Daddy.”
I threw my head back and laughed at his reply, tugging the chain with a few rough jerks to amp up his suffering. “Naughty boy. I’ll just have to take it out on your ass.”
He gulped adorably. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
I chuckled again then motioned him up. “Your wish is my command, sweet baby boy. Come here.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped him before pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bare his ass. I kept his dicktrapped in the fabric purposely—and not just because he was grumbling cutely about it when he realized I was leaving him that way.
I grinned indulgently. “Over my knee.”
Miles didn’t hesitate to obey this time, taking my offered hand to help stabilize him as he curled over my lap, head near the soft, purple rug and knees hovering just above it on my other side. We’d done this so often, we moved like perfectly choreographed dancers as we settled into the familiar position.
Once I’d rolled his pants and boxers down and settled them at the tops of his thighs—ensuring his perfect muscular ass cheeks would stay uncovered despite his expected squirming—I set to warming him up. After a quick light smack on both cheeks, barely hard enough for him to feel, I started rubbing the subtle burn into his skin, bringing the blood to the surface to prepare him for the swats I was about to deliver.
I glanced over at the black faux leather paddle he’d brought at my behest. It was sleek but long, and it packed quite a punch, as he was intimately aware of. It was one of the two we owned—the other was a wide, thick wooden one with holes in it to decrease the resistance and increase the pain. I only used that one for long sessions, when I could work up to it and had plenty of time for aftercare. Since we had to leave soon, this slender, almost biting paddle was the right choice.
Pinching his cheeks drew a hiss from him, so I did it again, right in the same place. The motion reminded me of the clamps torturing his nipples, and I grinned sadistically. This was only gonna get more fun from here.
After I’d sufficiently laid hard pinches over the surface of his perfect ass, I settled back into rubbing the pain into his skin. Then I reached for the lube and the plug.
“My grumpy boy needs an attitude adjustment before we go out today,” I started as I lubed up my fingers then shoved oneinside him unceremoniously. He grunted at the intrusion, and my grin widened, knowing he loved when I was rough. “But I’ve gotta fill this slutty bussy with something first.”
He groaned at my filthy words, and it warmed something in me as I pushed a second finger inside him hard, just like he liked.
How could I give this up?
Even though my dream job was waiting for me in Washington, I didn’t know how I could leave this beautiful man. We had something good, right, perfect, and I’d only just found him.
Miles was the love of my life, and I was just going to discard him for ajob?
This was quite possibly the worst timing ever.
Sensing my boy was loose enough, I pulled my fingers out of him to his groan of protest and picked up the plug. As I lubed it up—more liberally than I had my fingers—a single tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I swallowed down the emotion and gazed at the man I loved with all that I was.
“Okay, baby boy. Bear down for me.”
When I heard his exhale, I pressed the tip of the electric-blue plug to his relaxed hole and pushed it inside, relishing the slick sound as it popped through his tight ring of muscle. I slid it in slowly, letting him relax around the widest part of it until it slid all the way in.
Once it was seated, I tapped the flared end just to hear him grunt again. I chuckled silently, but I knew he could tell since my body was shaking against him. He gave me a huff of disapproval, which only served to bring the laughter to my lips, ringing out in the otherwise quiet room.
“You took that so well for me.” I clutched the base and spun it, ensuring the ridges scraped along the sides of his channel, making him moan and squirm beneath me. “Such a good boy.”
I rubbed my free hand over his ass, warming the skin up again before picking up the paddle.
“How many spanks do you need today, baby?”
A loud sigh burst from his lips before he answered. “As many as you think I need, Daddy.”
