That was it, Benson pushed the button to close the window between the front and back of the car, and he turned on Luka, getting his hand pushed down his pants as Luka’s body went limp. The only part of him rigid was his beautiful dick, that Benson wrapped his hand around and then kissed his neck while he stroked.
“You’re such a bad boy, Luka. Grumpy, naughty, terrible bad boy to get me upset, to make me scared about Christmas. Why would you do that to Daddy?”
Luka’s head whipped side to side as he whined, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry!”
“Gonna be.”
Benson let that cock leak liberally while he stroked him another minute or so, but then he suddenly extracted his hand and growled, “Get those pants down to your knees.”
“Oh? Are you punishing me with your big dick?”
“No, baby. I’m not,” he said as Luka was getting his pants unbuttoned.
Luka’s brow drew hard, and he stopped moving.
“Get the fucking pants down.”
Luka jumped as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod. The pants came down fast, and Luka turned to say something to him, but he didn’t take the time to listen. He grabbed Luka and threw him over his lap, holding him there with one hand on the middle of his back. “You know your safeword. Use it if you must, but you need a fucking spanking.”
Yipping like a little dog, Luka’s whole body got stiff as Benson brought his hand down on that perfect peach, leaving a nasty red handprint as Luka wailed.
What he was surprised about was that his hand burned too. He had been too long behind a damn desk. Maybe he needed to use his hand on Luka much more often.
“You are a bad boy, aren’t you, Luka?”
“I am! I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Shhh, now. I’m working.”
He ignored his own pain and gave Luka a good, hard spanking. His hand came down over and over, and it was very loud in the back of the car. He knew the barrier was soundproof, but the way Luka was wriggling, he thought for sure the driver would notice something and pull over to see if something was wrong.
Not to mention Luka was hollering like he was walking over hot coals. The longer it went on, the harder Benson’s dick became. Even with soundproofing, Benson thought he’d be heard.
Finally, when he was finished, and his hand stung so badly he knew he’d have to set it on ice, he helped Luka up and helped him pull his pants back into place.
Luka was sweating heavily. He was grinning like Benson had never seen yet, and he was leaking tears from his eyes steadily.
“Are you okay?”
Luka nodded, and somehow, his grin grew. “I’m okay. Better than.”
Benson saw it in his eyes. They were flashing with heat, and he wouldn’t be surprised a bit if Luka started dry-humping him. “Baby, that was hot.”
“I know it’s not PC, but I like when you call me baby. I…”
Benson knew what he was trying to say. He felt cared for. He felt loved, and he knew Benson would always make sure he had whatever he needed or wanted. And it was true. Besides getting his own life stable, he wanted to make others stop being afraid of not having enough. The man he loved? He wanted to spoil him rotten.
“Just be ready for our holiday. I’ve…made a lot of plans.”
“I’ll be ready, Daddy.”
Chapter Fifteen
LukasaidgoodbyetoMonty first, excited to get on the plane. Monty saw it. “You’re ready, huh?”
“Yeah. Benson is…he’s so amazing.”
“I agree,” Monty said with a laugh. They walked along the hallway full of dressing rooms, and Luka kept peering behind him.
