A flood of sorrow and anger battle in a tide.
“Don’t you ever think that.” In a rash reaction, I flatten my palm to smack his toned ass.
Not enough to sting.
But he turns to muffle a moan against his bicep.
That’s new.
“Oh, little boy,” I breathe. “Is that what you need? A little punishment?”
I rub my hand up and down over the spot.
“Maybe?” he says hoarsely. “I mean, Iwantto tell you. It’s just so…hard.”
Glancing down, I can see what he’s talking about.
His zipper bulges beneath his buckle.
“Let me loosen that.” With a quick pull, I tug his leather belt from the loops. “Will this free that tongue up?”
Folding the strap in half, I tap it against his thigh.
Fire smolders in his gaze. “Getting closer.”
I think I’m in love.
“Hold this.” Pressing the side of the paired leather to his lips, I wait until his teeth latch on, then open the front of his Wranglers to let his stiff cock stand rigid between us.
“Do you want me to spank your bare ass until you confess?” My thumbs slide under the elastic of his boxer-briefs along his hips, teasing his bobbing erection with the taut fabric.
His whine of approval comes with a tiny nod.
The pale swath of skin practically glows under the bright shop lights as I lower his underwear to his thighs.
Taking the belt from his teeth, I let it drag down his belly to loop over the head of his throbbing cock.
“You look so sexy,” I murmur, rubbing his quaking side with my fingertips. “Time for the truth, baby.”
Letting the strap slide across my hand until I have the buckle, I give his erect shaft a slow stroke before snapping the leather against the swell of his ass.
With a gasp, he jerks forward, thrusting into my fist. “Fuck,” he groans, hanging from his tied wrists.
My thumb circles his leaking slit, smearing the bead of pre-cum over his purple ridge. “I’m going to do it again if you don’t talk.”
When his eyes meet mine in a silent blue blaze, I lash again.
Harder.
He cries out, gyrating his hips to rub himself through my palm.
“Look at you letting me mark you.” I soothe the red welt with my tongue, tracing the line over the clenching muscle.
“I like it when you do,” he grits.
“You want to see the proof of my claim on you?” I squeeze the tip of his dick to watch him heave a giant lungful of air.
He doesn’t answer, just nods.
