I knew what he expected me to do. He was waiting for me to grab him, to manhandle him into position, and fuck, I wanted to. But this was supposed to be a punishment. So Jonah didn’t get what he wanted, at least not yet.
Rather than grabbing him roughly, my hands withdrew from him entirely, and I shifted away, rolling onto my back and trailing my fingers down my body, down to the only fabric that still covered me… beneath it. My fingers wrapped around my hard cock and I hummed.
Jonah reached for me, but I smacked his hand away with the one not currently wrapped around myself. “No. You don’t get to touch me until you do as you’re told.”
He scowled, eyes sharp with lust and rage. I ignored it, stroking myself slowly, my thumb pressing into the metal of my piercing at the tip, making me groan again. Jonah’s eyes tracked the movement, but he couldn’t see exactly what I was doing, the fabric concealing all but the outline of my fist.
“Show me,” he breathed out.
“I’m not doing anything you say until you’re on your hands and knees, brat.”
He grunted in frustration, having a rapid but large internal war within his own mind. He wanted to touch me, to see me, but he didn’t want to do as I’d said. He was looking for a loophole.
“Fine, then I’ll just touch myself too,” he declared smugly, as if I would allow that to happen. As soon as he rolled onto his back and reached for the fabric covering his own hard cock, I was on him. He smiled, thinking he’d won, but I wasn’t done.
My hands gripped Jonah’s hips roughly, and I flipped him onto his front. Immediately he was squirming, his hips rocking back to find me, but that wasn’t what was happening.
“Don’t fucking move,” I snarled into his ear, and he shivered as I got off the bed. I yanked the bottom drawer of my dresser open, snatching up a thick black leather belt, and spotting something else I’d hidden away there earlier. I grabbed that too, bringing both over to the bed.
“What are you—” Jonah started, but I didn’t let him finish before I grabbed each of his wrists, pulling them behind him and crossing them behind his back. Then I reached for the belt, wrapping it around and around where his forearms crossed over each other. With the ends, I placed them in his palms.
“If you let go of either side, even for a moment, I’m not fucking you.”
Jonah’s hands closed into fists, quickly holding onto the belt and securing it in place.
Then I reached for the other thing I’d decided it was finally time to use—the purple dildo Jonah had traitorously bought from Maxxxine’s.
“I thought—”
“Quiet, or I’ll gag you.”
It was a lie, because I’d be gagging him either way. I ripped open the packaging, tossing cardboard and plastic behind me carelessly. Then I slammed the silicone dick onto the headboard, its suction base sealing and remaining in place.
I wouldn’t fuck Jonah with it. Nothing was ever going inside his hole but me. That wasmine. His mouth, however? I couldn’t give him that, or so I’d thought, because maybe it didn’t have to be me. Maybe I could use this tool instead, like an extension of myself. He’d get to feel what it was like to have his throat fucked, and I’d be able to gag him like I’d threatened to. Two birds, one dildo.
Before settling on the bed over him, I took the lube from the nightstand and dropped it next to Jonah. Then I stripped out of my boxers, my hard cock springing free, already desperate for him. Jonah could keep his on for now, I had other plans for him.
I lowered myself over him, kissing the back of his shoulders, his neck, until I reached his ear, my tongue tracing the curve, causing him to shudder.
“I’m going to punish you now, Rabbit. But if you’re actually uncomfortable, you need to let me know,” I told him. Before we went any further, I needed him to understand this. “If you can’t say the safeword, then you let go of the belt. I’ll be watching your hands closely. So if you want to stop, just let go, and I’ll stop. I won’t be disappointed, and you won’t be in trouble. Understand?”
Jonah nodded frantically, and when I was silent, he knew what I was waiting for. “If I want you to stop, I’ll let go of the belt.”
“Good boy.”
I pushed up to my knees, my hands on his hips guiding him to do the same. Without the use of his arms, it meant his face remained pressed into the bedding. I smoothed my hands over the firm globes of his ass, over the fabric, my thumbs trailing his crease. Slowly. Firmly.
He was still at first, but the more I took my time just massaging him, the more impatient he got, until he was pushing back against me.
Jonah cried out, his voice muffled by the sheets, the spank muffled by his underwear.
That wouldn’t do.
Thumbs slipped beneath cotton and I pulled the fabric up, exposing his pale cheeks and the permanent letters of my name. I’d never tire of seeing it there.
I spanked him again. Once. Twice. Thethwackof my palm on his skin so much sharper this time. His voice was louder too. I alternated sides until my palm was stinging and his ass was pink and his breathing shuddered and he was soft and pliant for me.
My hands glided over the abused skin, and Jonah shivered and twitched.
